<?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-351486331561411701</id><updated>2011-07-30T08:14:00.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Cup Ministry</title><subtitle type='html'>Words of encouragement for everyday living</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-6969957141400283436</id><published>2010-08-03T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:06:11.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Cry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"... For the battle is not yours, but God's.  2 Chronicles 20:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Read 2 Chronicles 20:1-30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Sound the battle cry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Rachel stepped out into the warm sunlight, letting it wash across her face bringing a smile along with it.  Hummm...the marketplace...the sights and sounds, colors, smells.  Oh, how she loved the marketplace.  The people, the food, the culture...the provision it provided her family.  It brought such pleasure to her soul to be able to buy and prepare things for her family.  She found herself humming a song as she walked along the way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  She entered the marketplace full of excitement, but, strangely, all was quiet  She was not greeted with music, laughter, and smiles as always before.  Puzzled, she searched for familiar faces and friends.  When she found them, their normal exuberance had been replaced by somber, worried expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Hurrying to her favorite vendor, Maria, she asked what was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  "A battle," was all she said, a downcast look spread across her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  "What?  Tell me more, please!" Rachel exclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  "I wish I knew more.  All I do know is that we all must bring our families tonight to the square to listen to King Jehoshaphat.  He has a plan for all of us.  He "wants us to stand before the LORD."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  The day had begun with anticipation, but was now filled with dread, fear, and anxiety.  "How can this be?  Not another battle.  How will we get through it?  What will we do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Just as Rachel learned of the impending battle...we often times find ourselves entering into a battle zone.  Not against an army of invaders, but a battle against spiritual forces---whether its a battle of illness or finances, loss of a job, a relationship, or even difficulties in marriage and parenting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Whatever the battle, we must prepare just as King Jehoshaphat did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Here's his battle plan (taken 2 Chronicles Chapter 20):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Step 1:  Acknowledge who God is (Verse 6).  "God of heaven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Step 2:  Remember God's past faithfulness in your life.  (Verses 7-9).  Take a minute and make a list of what He has done in your life.  Oh, how faithful He is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Step 3:  Cry out for His help...pour out your heart about what is going to take place in your life.  Even take a minute to pray for the unknown.  (Verse 9).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Step 4:  Keep your eyes on God---not on your battle (ground level).  Instead, raise up your eyes to the Lord (heavenly).  Oh, and don't forget to include all your family in the battle plan.  A battle touches everyone involved!  Do not feel like you are the only one and isolated.  Get battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Step 5:  KNOW, BELIEVE, AND BE NOT AFRAID..."for the battle is not yours, but God's."  (Verse 15).  Trust Him for His help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Step 6:  Make a plan, seeking the Lord's direction, discernment of the Holy Spirit, scripture, and wise counsel of others.  (Verse 14-25).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Step 7:  Worship, praising God through song, of who He is, His attributes, and that HE IS GOD and yes, even thanking Him for this battle.  (Verses 18, 21).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Step 8:  Declare Victory!! (Verses 26-30).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  No one is exempt from battles, trials, or conflicts, but let us be on the offensive, knowing God and His banner of love goes before us in battle.  The victory is ours because of Jesus Christ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  What blessed assurance and peace is ours through our Heavenly Father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-6969957141400283436?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/6969957141400283436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=6969957141400283436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6969957141400283436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6969957141400283436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2010/08/battle-cry.html' title='Battle Cry!'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-2468135884366997769</id><published>2010-05-11T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:28:49.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Cares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;"Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you"  1 Peter 5:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  As we visit today, I am praying that you would have some quiet moments visualizing yourself at the feet of Jesus, allowing Him to encourage and press into your heart---He cares for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  "...he careth for you..."  This wonderful, profound yet simple truth was etched into my heart on December 24, 2009.  My Christmas Eve adventure was both a little stressful and little humorous.  It involved me, the Lord, and yes, snow.  My adventure is best shared moment-to-moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Timeline:  12/24/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  11:00 am...Left my parents home in Sherman, Tx.  traveling by car to Amarillo in what is normally an 6-hour drive.  Threw in my car last minute...2 water bottles, chopped pecans, a hand towel, a solo cup, and package of dog food(no, not for me, for my dog, Huntie).  It was a crazy array of items but would become my survival tools for later events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  1:00 pm... Snow falling hard, but roads are drivable at a much slower speed.  No problem, snow predicts to be more north than the way I am headed.  Keeping in touch with family so they know what is going on.  Stop several times to clear off windshield from snow and ice.  Hand towel coming in handy.  All is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  2:00... Decide to stop and fill up with gas outside of Wichita Falls to be on the safe side.  Notice several cars are stuck in the snow and ice.  "Lord, just get me to Amarillo for Christmas Eve.  Even if it is midnight, want to be there with them."  Slowly merge back on the highway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  2:30... Come to complete stop as cars are in one lane due to build up of snow and ice.  No moving whatsoever.  "Come on.  Let's go."  Stopped dead still, no chance of going anywhere. Cars trying to turn around and finding themselves stuck in the snow and not able to go forward or backward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  4:00... Tears shed as I realize I won't be arriving in Amarillo and trying to reassure my daughters I am safe and will be okay.  As I click "End" on my cell phone, crying out to the Lord to take care of me and comfort me as I realize that I am stranded on the highway in the middle of a winter snowstorm.  I get out of the car to scrape off the ice and snow and the only tool I have is my Chick-fil-a gift card.  Oh, me.  I have to laugh!  This is crazy.  I walk to the car in front of me and ask if they have an ice scraper I can borrow...I will return it.  They do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  5:00... Feed Huntie in the car.  The close quarters with dog food is a little too strong.  Storm passes over.  Watch the sun come out.  Move 10 feet.  Watch the sun go down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  7:00... Watch the moon appear.  Realize I won't be making Amarillo by morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  8:00... Christmas Eve supper---chopped pecans and water.  &lt;i&gt;Are you kidding?&lt;/i&gt;  Many conversations with my daughters.  They hate that I am having that for supper.  I am thankful for my supper.  Asking the Lord to help me be brave and endure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  10:00... Things to be thankful for:  food and water, yogurt gummy bears, dog food, great CD about the Lord being my Shepherd.  Heater, full tank of gas, my heavy coat, and the solo cup for my personal pit stop.  Got to keep a sense of humor.  Realizing the sweet presence of the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  12:00 am... Still not moving... will be sleeping in the car.  Sleep comes in 10 minute intervals because I keep waking to see if we are moving, silly thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  3:00...  We are able to begin to move slowly down the snow lined highway.  Call a dear friend of Amy's, who has kept in touch with me throughout the ordeal, who is in Wichita Falls for Christmas.  The husband finds me and I follow him to their home to find hugs, tears, thankfulness, and a warm bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Christmas Day finds me with a family I know, but not all the relatives, yet they welcomed me and expressed how they had prayed for me.  Enjoyed a Christmas brunch with them then got in my car to try to make it to Amarillo.  "Operation - Rescue Beege" is the theme Amy and her family adopt to meet me half-way between Wichita Falls and Amarillo.  Thankfully, Operation-Rescue Beege is a success!  Wanting to take some stress off me, Matt drives my car the rest of the way to Amarillo and I relax in their car with Amy and the children.  Yes!  What a relief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Through my being stranded on the highway for 12 hours, I experienced God's providential care for me!  The last items I threw in the car.  My filling up with gas before being stranded.  Knowing different people praying for my safety.  The awareness of God's sweet, sweet peace and enveloping me in His presence.  Thanking Him for the situation and finding the humor in snow that He used once again to develop an even deeper trust in Him and His plans for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  What is it that you might be walking through right now?  Stop and realize...He cares for you.  You...He cares for you, down to the last little detail.  A simply, yet so powerful truth.  Take the time to allow God to teach you through the circumstance, provide what you need, and trust Him the more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  What a loving Father we have.  Let Him give to you His peace and an awareness of His presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-2468135884366997769?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/2468135884366997769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=2468135884366997769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/2468135884366997769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/2468135884366997769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-cares.html' title='He Cares'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-4878297792750164413</id><published>2010-02-09T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:43:57.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;     "We can make our plans, but the LORD determines our steps."  Prov. 16:9(NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Dropping by today...just a quick cup and visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  "Coffee pot unplugged...check.  Lights off...check.  Doors locked...check.  Ready to leave.  Absolutely!  Destination...Lexington, KY.  Purpose: grandmother's 100th birthday celebration."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Such anticipation!  My plan is set.  I am flying to Dallas to make a connecting flight with my sister, brother and his wife.  I'm so looking forward to the time to visit with my sister on the flight, having tucked away in my heart things to talk about and share with her.  I can hardly wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I look at the window.  Humm...snow flurries.  But, hey, I live in Houston how bad can it get, right?  As I approach the airport, the small flurries have turned to heavy snowflakes.  It's literally a "whiteout."  I quickly observe that there is still a lot of activity going on...no problem with snow, I live in Houston.  Must be a go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Make it through security, check the monitors, and arrive at my appointed gate of departure.  Chaos!  Sooo crowded and then I hear the words, CANCELLED, ALL FLIGHTS CANCELLED.  I make my way to the service counter, trying to keep a smile on my face, asking sweetly, "So, what flight can I get on to get to Dallas?  The weather is great there, I hear."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  "No flights.  Do you want to make a future flight or get a refund?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  "Uh, you don't understand.  My grandmother is turning 100 years old.  I need to get there.  This only happens once in a lifetime.  I can't miss this."  I'm fighting back the tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  "Sorry. Refund?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  As I make my way back to my car, trying to see through my tears, I can't believe this is happening.  Snow!  Flight cancelled.  Are you kidding?  She is going to be 100.  "Lord, You know I have been planning this for months."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Driving home, my tears have turned to sobs and have been pouring out my heart to my daughters, feeling disappointment like I have not felt in a long, long time.  It's so bad that I can't even appreciate the beauty of the snow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  "Lord, she is turning 100!"  I find myself saying again.  "I wanted to be there, to hug her, to love on her, to see family I have not seen in decades.  Why can't I go.  Snow...it has only snowed in Houston 4 times in 15 years and it picks today?  Lord, I don't understand."  Even in the midst of all my talking, sobbing, and complaining, I heard the sweet voice of my Father, "I love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  It was at that time---even before I got home---that I had to walk through a process...I could choose to be obedient or put it off and have to do it later.  I thanked the Father for the circumstance, acknowledged He knows best, and began to praise Him for His care over me.  Did I understand why I couldn't go?  No.  Did I try to figure it out why I had to stay?  No.  I simply realized that the snow was the only thing that would keep me from going, but I had to be content and trust my Father in HIS plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  What about you?  Have you had any plans fall through at the last minute?  What has your response been?  Oh, to be truthful...it is only because of my growing in the Lord, that I did not throw a fit, get angry, and take it out on everyone else.  We have a Father who loves us so much and brings about the best for us.  Let's trust Him to believe that and learn to be flexible, thankful, and proceed with a heart of praise to Him.  Is that always easy?  No.  But is it rewarding?  Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I still think about not going to the party, but I have to trust my Father according to His will and His plan.  May we find ourselves walking along side our Father.  He loves you the most!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-4878297792750164413?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/4878297792750164413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=4878297792750164413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/4878297792750164413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/4878297792750164413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2010/02/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of Plans'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-1673720543705509414</id><published>2009-12-14T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:45:49.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious and Pleasant Riches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;"Through wisdom is an house builded, and by understanding it is established; And by knowledge shall the chambers be filled with all precious and pleasant riches."  Prov. 24:3,4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Moments of uninterrupted conversation ... priceless.  Moments of sharing about the Lord ... priceless.  Moments of doing this with my daughters ... doubly priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I had several of these moments with my daughter, Amy, a few weeks ago, sitting at her kitchen table before the children were up and active.  During one of these conversations, she showed me a picture she had drawn that God had given her of her family.  The picture contained a house with numerous symbols spread throughout it---with each symbol representing a member of the family and their individual activities and roles within their home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Instantly, I had a flashback.  I was sitting in my bedroom having a time of reflection on my life, all the changes that had taken place since the loss of Dick, and trying not to feel "sorry for myself."  The Lord had directed me to the above verses in Proverbs.  As I was meditating on the verses, wondering what were all the "precious and pleasant riches" in my chambers, I heard it.  A laugh.  A laugh that filled my house and seemed to last for minutes.  It was my daughter, Lee.  Her laugh was so infectious that it caused me to laugh right along with her, a huge smile spreading across my face.  and, then it hit me ... laughter filled my chambers, and, oh yes, love, family, joy, memories, His presence, and so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  What a treat to remember that and to see how God had brought to both Amy and me an understanding of His Word and how we could apply it in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Take a look at the verse again ... now picture your house---both the physical structure and the spiritual world it contains.  As you do, take a second to reflect on three different ways through which God builds his house --- wisdom, understanding, and knowledge.  Knowledge comes from reading and studying the scripture.  Wisdom is putting the scripture or principle into practice and the result is understanding---seeing how God's Word is true and applicable.  Now THAT is priceless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Think for a few minutes what some of your "precious and pleasant riches" are.  I wish we could share "our riches" together over a cup of coffee.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-1673720543705509414?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/1673720543705509414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=1673720543705509414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/1673720543705509414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/1673720543705509414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/12/precious-and-pleasant-riches.html' title='Precious and Pleasant Riches'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-7218994817362214564</id><published>2009-09-12T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:08:57.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Over You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;"The LORD, thy God, in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he joy over thee with singing."  Zeph. 3:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Just passing by your house and wanted to stop in real quick for a cup of coffee and visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  The nightly ritual began rather simply---swaddle the baby daughter, rock her gently back and forth, and then quietly sing her to sleep.  It began with a just a couple of songs, but soon became a medley of four songs repeated over and over---"Jesus Loves Me," "Jesus Loves the Little Children," "Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus," and "Trust and Obey."  The songs were meant to soothe my daughters' souls (and also to bring about sleep!)  But, during those times, I found myself experiencing such joy and delight that the rocking and singing went way past my girls falling to sleep.  Dick used to tease me that when the girls would hear those songs in "big church" they would think it was time to go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I thought of this memory the other day when discouragement had enveloped me.  Ever had one of those days?  The Lord sweetly brought to my mind the above verse.  I stopped what I was doing, thanked Him for who He is, and as I got ready for sleep, I asked Him to sing a song of encouragement over me.  I don't know what is sounded like.  It could have been one of those four songs I used to sing to my girls, but---whatever it was---a sense of peace flooded my spirit and I closed my eyes to the knowledge that He was singing over me.  Oh, the truth and preciousness of this verse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  What about you?  Need the Father to sing over you --- a song of love, deliverance, of peace, protection, of His nearness.  Just ask Him, He will do it.  That is the preciousness of our Father, He knows what we have need of and He is able to meet that need and shower us with His love and presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Oh...and I still love singing those songs over my grandchildren when I get the opportunity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-7218994817362214564?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/7218994817362214564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=7218994817362214564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/7218994817362214564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/7218994817362214564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/09/lord-thy-god-in-midst-of-thee-is-mighty.html' title='Singing Over You'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-3873397533383988087</id><published>2009-06-22T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:29:26.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, fantasy; "&gt;"The stars at night are big and bright ... deep in the heart of Texas..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;  Now that the tune is on your mind, when was the last time you took an evening to look at the stars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;  It had been a long time for me... so I stepped out the other night, sinking my toes into the cool grass, and just looked up into the night sky, taking in the expanse of the black canvas.  It truly was a beautiful night.  The stars were absolutely amazing.  I sat there captivated by them for several minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;  As I peered up into the sky, I was reminded of the verse, "He appointeth the number of the stars, he calleth them all by their names."  Ps. 147:4  Then I imagined for a moment of how it must have been when God created the heavens... the black canopy covering the heavenlies --- when a word was spoken and, suddenly, one twinkling star appeared, and then another, and then another until they filled up the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;  Do you know what peace, confidence, and assurance flooded my heart as I stared at God's creation and realized that God knows each of those stars by name?  How much more does he care about each of us---His children?  Just as He placed the stars in the sky in a specific place, He also placed you and I in our specific places in life.  I love that the Lord knows all about us. He does have a plan for our lives---which is for us to glorify Him in all that we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;  Looking into the night sky also gave to me a sense of God's creative power, His great authority... and it reminded me that He REIGNS.  You and I do not need to be afraid of all that is going on around us---the economy, wars and rumors of war, sickness, and anything the enemy can find to discourage us.  God is over all and He will take care of you and me.  Just look at the stars.  He knows them intimately.  How much more does He know and love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;  Take a few minutes out of your night, throw out a blanket, and spend some time peering up at the stars.  I'm sure it will make you love our Father even more---our great, Creator God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-3873397533383988087?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/3873397533383988087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=3873397533383988087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/3873397533383988087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/3873397533383988087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-sky.html' title='Night Sky'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-7884894925309452078</id><published>2009-05-11T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:25:13.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even in the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"For thou wilt light my lamp, the LORD, my God, will lighten my darkness."  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 18:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  "It's so dark!  Daddy, I can't see anything!"  She said with a tremble in her voice as her little hand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;squeezed&lt;/span&gt; tighter around her father's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  "Honey, keep holding my hand."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  "But, Daddy, I can't see you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  "Sweet daughter, do you feel my hand around yours?  Do you hear my voice?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  "Yes."  She whispered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  "Then just keep holding my hand, I won't let go.  You know I am right here.  They will turn the lights back on in just a minute, "  he said with such love in his voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  That's my memory of me as a young girl when we went deep into Mammoth Cave one summer.  I still can remember the intense darkness of that experience, of clinging to my father for reassurance, and receiving the comfort that only a father can give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Have you ever felt like you were spiritually "in the dark?"  If we're being honest, I think we all have.  It may have been someone dear to us who was ill, a financial hardship, loss of job, direction in life, or just trying to know what step to take next in our life.  We could see physically with our eyes, but our heart and thoughts were so clouded because of the heaviness of the trial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  It  is in those times when we can not see in front of us, that darkness seems to veil the way, that we keep holding on to the hand of our loving Heavenly Father.  The Psalms say, "...for the LORD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;upholdeth&lt;/span&gt; him with his hand."  We keep trusting Him, listening for His voice, and knowing of His presence is with us at all times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Visualize the Lord holding your hand ... take a moment and get into the scriptures.  Find a verse that gives you encouragement or direction, claim that verse, and keep your eyes steadfastly on Jesus.  Know the comfort of His presence and realize that God is just as loving and caring when we do not see or feel His love.  He WILL be with you and bring you out of the darkness.  Hallelujah!  God sees great in the darkness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-7884894925309452078?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/7884894925309452078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=7884894925309452078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/7884894925309452078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/7884894925309452078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/05/even-in-dark.html' title='Even in the Dark'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-2226590388481489443</id><published>2009-05-03T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:10:36.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Requirements</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Quirks!  oh, do I have some.  Let's see ... I like my coffee to be REALLY hot... I love my little envelopes of money stashed around the house...and I'm very particular about my mailbox.  Ok, so how is my mailbox quirky?  Well, it's not really my mailbox---it's the little "game" I play with myself when I'm checking the mail.  It sounds a little crazy, but I like to think that if I don't go everyday then I will find something special in my mailbox---a note from a friend, some pictures from family, or just some special surprise.  Well, I went to get my mail a couple of weeks ago and to my great surprise a different looking envelope was tucked away in the box.  It was a jury summons.  Oh, man, not really what I wanted, but since it was a "surprise", I tried to play the part of being thrilled.  I read the summons and, much to my amazement, there were several "requirements" that I had to meet before I could serve.  Things like eighteen years of age, resident of this state and of the county in which I live, being of sound mind(questionable), etc.  I quickly determined that I satisfied all the requirements, so I signed it and sent it back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  It was several mornings later during my quiet time that the word "required" kept coming to my mind.  I began to ask, "Lord, what is it that You require of me?"  My searching took me to Deuteronomy 10:12 "And now, Israel, (Ginny) what does the Lord your God require of you but (reverently) to fear the Lord your God, (that is) to walk in all His way, and to love Him, and to serve the Lord your God with all your (mind and) heart and with your entire being."  Pretty straightforward.  I began to think about the verses and what each verb meant and whether I was really meeting God's requirement of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  So, I examined His words further.  Let's look at them together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    FEAR----to fear the Lord means reverential trust including hatred of evil.  I continue to learn how to trust the Lord in every area of my life.  We have to trust completely, that He will do what He says, or we really don't trust at all.  From Matthew Henry's Commentary "We must adore his majesty, acknowledge his authority, stand in awe of his power, and dread his wrath."  The Proverbs say:  "The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    WALK----to walk in all His ways means to obey His commandments.  To be able to do that we have to be in the Word daily so that we know how to respond, how to live, act, and know that His commandments are for our good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    LOVE----It is because He first loved us that we can love Him.  It is a choice, a commitment.  Matthew Henry wrote about the five loves we need to have for God---(i) a sincere love, one that not only is expressed in word and deed, but deep within our hearts, one that solaces us;  (ii) a strong love---one of great ardour and ferverent affection: (iii) a superlative love---love God above any creature whatsoever; (iv) an intelligent love---we must know Him, and (v) an entire love---requiring that the whole stream of our affections run toward Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    SERVE----do what God asks us to, cheerfully and with goodwill and a servant's heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  You notice that all of these are to be done with ALL of our mind, will, and emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  This is my challenge and encouragement to you...that you would ask God to show you how you can fulfill His requirements above and beyond the way you ever have before.  It can only bring peace, blessings, a closer fellowship with Him and a sweeter love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Well, about my quirks, I guess that is what makes me...well me.  I'm glad the Lord loves me inspite of them and works with me on them.  Always look forward to our next visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-2226590388481489443?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/2226590388481489443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=2226590388481489443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/2226590388481489443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/2226590388481489443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/05/gods-requirements.html' title='God&apos;s Requirements'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-2969624329905302009</id><published>2009-04-30T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:41:57.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear the Rain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Now unto him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,"  Ephesians 3:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Whoo-hoo!  I see rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  As I was driving to my daughter's volleyball game the other day, the rain slowly began to fall,  It quickly picked up speed and soon the rain was coming down so hard that visibility was severely limited and the speed of the cars was slowed to a crawl.  A few miles down the highway, I looked out my window and staring back at me was a double rainbow whose colors were so brilliant and so defined it nearly took my breath away.  I could not help but think of our last visit together sharing about praying until we hear the sound of mighty rain.  Seeing the rainbow, I was once again reminded of God's faithfulness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  So I have to ask --- "Did anyone hear the mighty rain of God in answer to a prayer or prayers?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I want to share that I felt God's mighty rain and received word from another who did also.  She shared how God provided for her family, as they are transitioning to a new job.  We all know how a new job can bring about new challenges and struggles.  She shared how God supplied three different times this last month financially, in three varying amounts, from different people---all to meet their needs.  It was so encouraging hearing the thankfulness in her voice, just praising God for His faithfulness.  I was also blessed as she shared truths they have been reminded of about God, His character, and how He knows all about us and is involved in the details of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  After we ended our conversation, I found myself thanking and praising God for what He had done for this family.  As I stood in my kitchen I lifted my hands as high as I could reach, singing praises to God.  Those initial moments quickly turned into an extended time of worship---of being so aware of God's sweet presence in my spirit.  God loves to show His love and faithfulness to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Allow God to meet your needs.  Tell Him what you have need of and see how He wants to answer.  Don't miss a blessing from God by hurrying to meet the need yourself.  Don't miss an opportunity to depend on God more than you have before.  He will not fail you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Know that God has unlimited resources.  I love that we don't have to figure out how He will do it.  Just believe He will, by whatever means He chooses, and be ready to thank Him for His answers.  Show a heart of praise and thanksgiving to God for all that He does for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Keep on praying!  Keep on believing!   Keep on praising!  "Praise the LORD; for the LORD is good.  Sing praises unto his name; for it is pleasant."  Ps.  135:3   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-2969624329905302009?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/2969624329905302009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=2969624329905302009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/2969624329905302009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/2969624329905302009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/04/hear-rain.html' title='Hear the Rain?'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-6000834996900671085</id><published>2009-04-28T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:33:12.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry of the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"... but have poured out my soul before the LORD."  1 Sam. 1"15b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know you can always stop by and we can share a cup of coffee together and visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  The words were always the same and oh, how they stung.  It was like salt being rubbed in an open wound.  She tried to push them from her mind but they kept playing over and over again, "Hannah bears no children...Hannah's womb is closed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  All Hannah's wants and desires had been taken over by sorrow; yet, the deepest desire of her heart still remained...if only...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Hannah found herself pouring out her heart to the Lord, just as water is poured out over the ground.  All that had been pent up inside her was coming out, as she wept tears of sorrow and spoke words that only the Lord could hear, asking Him to do this one thing that only He could do...give her a son.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Oh, I imagine we have all had a time in our lives that our needs or desires were so great that all we could do was "pour out our heart to the Lord."  Thomas Le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blanc&lt;/span&gt; says, "Pour it out as water.  Not as milk, whose color remains,.  Not as wine, whose savour remains.  Not as honey, whose taste remains.  But as water, of which, when it is poured out, nothing remains."  When we get to that place with the Father, we find ourselves being totally open and honest with Him about the needs in our life.  We allow all hindrances to be set aside and turn our heart upside down, pouring out to Him our innermost thoughts, needs, desires, expectations, emotions, and sin.  At this point, we are not holding on to anything, but giving God all that we cannot control, trusting Him to do a good work in our lives.  It is at this place that we realize that He is sovereign, in control, and there is nothing beyond His grasp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  When we come to that point in our lives, there is such freedom at the throne of grace sharing not only with our Father, but also with our Friend.  It is then that we find ourselves becoming like Hannah, who---when she finally walked away---"was sad no more."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I love the verse in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 62:8 "Trust in him at all times, ye people; pour out your heart before Him.  God is a refuge for us.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;."  Oh, that we might experience the freedom that comes when we pour out our hearts and trust in Him as Hannah did ... because, if we do, the precious pause of worshipping and waiting on Him becomes evident in our lives.  He's waiting on you and the cry of your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Oh, how He loves you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-6000834996900671085?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/6000834996900671085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=6000834996900671085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6000834996900671085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6000834996900671085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/04/cry-of-heart.html' title='Cry of the Heart'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-6188063138873701499</id><published>2009-03-26T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:47:43.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen for the Mighty Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The earnest (heartfelt, continued) prayer of a righteous man makes tremendous power available (dynamic in its working)."  James 5:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We must keep on praying and waiting upon the Lord until the sound of mighty rain is heard."  Streams in the Desert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Just wanted to drop by, visit a minute and encourage you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  As I sat and watched the dark clouds approach, the first big drops hit the hot sidewalk with a loud splatter and drops of all sizes soon joined them in a huge downpour.  It was the beginning of a mighty rain.  As I watched the rain come down, I prayed, "Lord, how I want Your mighty rain to come in answer to my prayers."  I thought about what I had read about Elijah in the last few weeks---how there had been no rain for 3 1/2 years and after that space of time he then prayed for rain.  1 Kings 18:41-46 tells that Elijah prayed seven times for rain.  Let's take a look at the story and see what it can teach us about prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  The Bible tells us that Elijah bowed himself prostrate to the ground and prayed for God to send the rain.  He then asked his servant to check and see if he saw anything on the horizon.  The servant answered that he had seen "Nothing."  Once again Elijah prayed.  "See anything, my servant?"  The answer again was "Nothing."  This went on seven times.  Prayer after prayer after prayer, but still nothing.  Finally, the answer came back;  "I see a small cloud the size of a man's hand in the far distance."  Elijah's response was "run!"  Can you imagine the way Elijah grabbed up his robe and took off down the mountain?  I'm sure he was thanking God and praising Him for His answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I love Elijah's persistence in prayer.  I must confess that I sometimes give up if God has not answered to my liking after a few times on a specific request.  Elijah teaches us to be encouraged to keep on praying even when we see no fruit.  What about you?  Is there something you are praying about but have not received an answer yet?  Don't give up.  Keep praying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Let's summarize what can we learn from Elijah? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.  Be specific in our requests to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.  Be persistent in our praying of requests to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.  Pray according to God's will and His best in the situation.  It may require God re-directing our prayer to line up with His will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4.  Keep on praying, but understand that things happen in God's timing, not ours.  Here's a real life example:  I prayed for the salvation of my husband for over 6 years.  During that time, I would tell God that I wasn't going to pray for him anymore because I didn't see anything happening or see God working in his life.  God is so kind.  He would sweetly encourage me to pray one more day, reminding me that someone prayed one more day for me to come to know God.  And yes, God answered my prayer.  Talk about a mighty rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I have several requests on my list that I am praying about.  I'm sure you do too.  Let's pray with the expectation of listening and looking for the mighty rain, His glorious answers to our prayers.  God is faithful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Don't give up, sweet friend.  Keep believing and praying.       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-6188063138873701499?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/6188063138873701499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=6188063138873701499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6188063138873701499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6188063138873701499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/03/earnest-heartfelt-continued-prayer-of.html' title='Listen for the Mighty Rain'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-6664390466779832999</id><published>2009-03-20T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:40:21.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, Our Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"May the God of hope fill you with joy and peace in your faith, that by power of the Holy Spirit, your whole life and outlook may be radiant with hope."  Rom. 15:13 (Phillips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow!  A cup of coffee tastes even better when you are visiting with a friend.  Let's do both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  She sighed as she slowly closed the lid and taped up the last box.  It seemed to have finality about it, the ending of a season in her life.  But, the whole process felt like even more than that ... as if she were closing the top to the hope chest of her mind.  Both were filled with dreams, memories, and hopes she had desired in her life ... and both seemed to be coming to an end.  "This is silly," she thought to herself, "This is just one event in my life, but I am acting as if it will change everything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  She knew this was the time to pray; yet her heart was so heavy.  "Lord, You have given me so many of my heart's desires, why do I now feel so hopeless now?  Help me to understand through Your Word and see what it is You are teaching me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Just as she breathed her prayer, her mind was quickly reminded of some verses in Jeremiah 17: 7, 8 "Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD and whose hope the LORD is.  For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be anxious in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  And, with that, she took hope in the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I love these verses of encouragement.  What a wonderful visual, and promise to stand on!  The first part of the verse is the most crucial in our relationship with the Lord ... TRUST.  Trust in the Old Testament is the same word for believe and faith in the New Testament.  For us to trust means to believe God and His Word.  Trust literally means to lean on, to take refuge, to roll on, and to wait for.  Always remember that trusting God is a process that we journey through as we continually find our hope is in Him.  If our hope is in anything else ... our spouse, family, job, career, finances, etc. we will inevitably be disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  We have all had our hopes, dashed at one time or another, leaving us feeling hurt, disappointed, and empty, yet if we trust in the Lord, He will fill the hurt with Himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  The last part of that verse says the blessed are those "... whose hope the LORD is."  The word HOPE does not mean something we wish for, but conveys a truth, an assured fact---the fact of the resurrected Christ and what a difference He makes in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  As we grow in Christ and in the Word, we will be like a tree planted on fertile ground, with our root system receiving nourishment directly from Him.  In that growth, we find that we are established and found in Him.  Have you ever pictured yourself in that way?  I see us as starting out as that little sapling being planted in most precious soil by God.  Then, over the years, He nurtures us and tends to us---growing us until we become a most beautiful oak tree with boughs that are full of green leaves able to withstand the heat and the drought when it comes, and being a haven for others to come and find rest  Oh how He will keep us, even to the joy of still bearing fruit in our lives at difficult times.  Oh, doesn't that encourage you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Sweet friend, set your eyes and heart on Jesus, our hope.  Distractions and circumstances will come in your life, but He is so faithful to see us through and give us hope for each day.  I know, because He has done that for me and I depend on Him to continue to help me each day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I am so glad we had time to visit extra today.  I truly look forward to our times together.  I proclaim with you, "Jesus is our hope!"   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-6664390466779832999?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/6664390466779832999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=6664390466779832999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6664390466779832999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6664390466779832999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/03/jesus-our-hope.html' title='Jesus, Our Hope'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-6599290825696911539</id><published>2009-03-17T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:26:39.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Lord, I'm Listening</title><content type='html'>"And the LORD came, and stood, and called as at other times, Samuel, Samuel.  Then Samuel answered, Speak; for thy servant heareth."  1 Samuel 3:10&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm back!  Let's have our cup of coffee and visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  As the night shadows began to slip over the temple, Samuel hurriedly tried to finish his task. Samuel's priest, Eli, had already retired for the night and Samuel was eager to follow in his lead and head off to bed.  While performing his final task of the night, Samuel began to think of his mother and the coat she had made for him.  He knew the love that had been sewn into each and every seam.  It made him smile to remember when his parents had come to visit and given him the coat.  Each time he put it on he was thankful for their love and his special memories of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  But now he must turn back his thoughts to listening for Eli.  His room was close enough that Samuel could hear the priest in case he needed him  As Samuel lay down to sleep, he suddenly heard his name being called.  He raced into Eli's chamber to see what he needed, only to find out that Eli had not called him at all.  Returning to his cot, Samuel once again, heard his name being spoken.  And, once again, he ran to Eli's room.  "No, my son, I did not call you," Eli said.  But, then, it happened a third time.  This time Eli realized it was the Lord who was calling Samuel.  Eli instructed Samuel to go lie down and then told him what to say if the Lord called his name again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Samuel did as Eli says and lay down in his cot once more.  "Samuel, Samuel," he heard again.  This time Samuel responded to the Lord's calling by answering, "Speak, for thy servant heareth."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Oh, how I love this story.  I was drawn to it not long ago as I was praying for each of my grandchildren, that as they get older, they might hear the voice of the Lord and respond the same way Samuel did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Then, of course, I thought about you and me.  Don't you love the way the Lord turns and asks us to examine our own hearts.  How many times the Lord calls to us,  yet we do not respond because we are too busy, or we have other sounds drowning out His voice, or we are afraid He may ask us to do something we do not want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I have a challenge for you and for me...when you hear the voice of the Lord, whether in reading the Word, or in your prayer time, or just by the thoughts the Holy Spirit gives you, respond.  He may be speaking to you about correction, or maybe some instruction, or giving you some direction for your life.  It could be in the area of improving your time with the Lord, in praise or thanksgiving, in obedience, or just by being still like Samuel and hearing the sweet voice of the Lord.  Whatever the time, when He speaks, respond, "Speak, for thy servant heareth."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  What an awesome privilege we have to hear His voice, the Creator of the Universe, who knows our name and takes the time to converse with us  May you be so blessed as you listen to His voice and then respond to what He asks of you.       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-6599290825696911539?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/6599290825696911539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=6599290825696911539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6599290825696911539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6599290825696911539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-lord-im-listening.html' title='Yes Lord, I&apos;m Listening'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-955133762652523501</id><published>2009-03-08T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:08:14.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord...Our Portion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Thou art my portion, O Lord, I have said that I would keep thy words."  P119:57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"My flesh and my heart fail, but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion forever."  Ps. 73:26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  How fun is it that we can meet like this, have a cup of coffee, and talk about the Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  There was an ancient custom among the Jews, of dividing the inheritance, whereby everyone received his allotted portion.  What comes to your mind when you think of the word "portion?"  It's a word that can mean a lot of different things depending on the context.  A "portion" can be an amount of something, a part of a whole, or, in some circumstances, it can be used to describe all that we need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Now, what does the word"portion" mean to you spiritually?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I am learning that "portion"---in the spiritual sense---means all that I need and have in Jesus Christ.  He is my portion---the Supplier of every need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  John Mason in the Treasury of David helps to explain it this way:  "God is all sufficient; get him for your "portion,"  and you have it all; then you have infinite wisdom to direct you, infinite knowledge to teach you, infinite mercy to pity and save you, infinite love to care and comfort you and infinite power to protect and keep you."  God is your portion, all that you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  You will find the Lord to be your portion when temptations come, when sickness occurs, when finances are stretched, and when faith is tested.  You need to remind yourself and say, "God is my portion."  He is all that I need.  His love will sustain; His grace will be sufficient; and His presence a comfort.  He is all that to you and me---we just need to claim it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Realize the inheritance that has been allotted to you by Jesus Christ.  He is your portion, all that you need!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-955133762652523501?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/955133762652523501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=955133762652523501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/955133762652523501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/955133762652523501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/03/lordour-portion.html' title='The Lord...Our Portion'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-1915368224387801147</id><published>2009-02-14T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:35:48.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord...Our Pastor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want."  Ps. 23:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Coffee time!  Sure, I would love a doughnut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  The Great Kind David grew up like all young boys of his time--following his older brothers around wherever they went.  He watched them intensely as they cared for their sheep, dreaming of the day he too would take on such an important role,  And, one day, the big moment finally arrived, as David's father entrusted him to lead the sheep to green pastures.  Oh, how he had waited for this day.  It meant he was no longer just a "boy", but would soon become a  "shepherd".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  He knew the responsibility that had been given to him--to find grazing pastures, streams of water, and lead his sheep on the right path.  He was also aware of the ever-present danger of wild animals, which wanted nothing more than to attack his sheep.  Still, this was the moment he had longed for and he wasn't about to let his father--or his sheep--down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  As we think of David, sitting under a giant sprawling tree, looking up at the stars, we know God was watching over him as he cared for his sheep.  We find that wonderful truth in the 23rd Psalm.  And, just like the sheep under David's watchful eye, we are the sheep under the pastoral care of Jehovah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  What does that mean for us?  Our pastor/shepherd, the Lord, supplies all our needs.  He allows us to know His truth and rest in his promises.  He encourages us and give direction in our lives.  He promises to be with us, even if we walk through the valley of the shadow of death.  Oh, He anoints our head daily with oil of the Holy Spirit.  Do you realize that goodness and mercy will follow you all the days of your life because of your belief in the one true God?  What a comfort and assurance we are given in this psalm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  It had been such a blessing to me to talk with you about God and how He is our presider, provider, protector , prophet, priest, portion, and pastor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Thank you for setting aside our time together.  I always look forward to writing to you and imagining our coffee time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-1915368224387801147?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/1915368224387801147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=1915368224387801147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/1915368224387801147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/1915368224387801147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/02/lordour-pastor.html' title='The Lord...Our Pastor'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-5312968703048771164</id><published>2009-02-12T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:12:03.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord...Our High Priest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Seeing, then, that we have a great high priest, that is passed into the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our profession.  For we have not an high priest who cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities, but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.  Let us, therefore, come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need."  Heb. 4:14-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;China cup day!  What a gift of love God gave to us in His Son, Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  The long anticipated day had arrived - the Day of Atonement -- and, like any young Jewish girl of her day, Ruth had longed all year for this very moment ... "Oh, how I had looked forward to this day.  It was a glorious day, a day I had cherished in my heart.  I hurried toward the tabernacle with a throng of people, hoping beyond hope to see the high priest before he entered into the tabernacle.  I knew he would soon be entering the holy of holies to offer the yearly sacrifice for the sins of the people.  I thought if I could just see him enter the tent, if I could hear the bells jingle on the edge of his robe, it would be like I entered into the very presence of Jehovah God!  Oh, how I needed that cleansing of my heart.  My heart was already dancing for joy, knowing that God would hear my prayer of confession and accept the sacrifice of my heart. I was never as satisfied as I was on the Day of Atonement."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  What a glorious truth for us today as believers, that Jesus Christ is our High Priest, that our Day of Atonement has already come to complete fruition.  Jesus was our sacrifice that we might have forgiveness of sin and enter with Him into the very presence of God Almighty.  As our High Priest, Jesus "ever liveth to make intercession" if we "come boldly before the throne of grace."  I love that we can come to Jesus about anything ... to tell Him how we feel, what we think, how we want to act, knowing He sympathizes with us, will encourage us, minister to us, and, most importantly, go the the Father on our behalf in prayer.  Don't you love that Jesus will give grace in time of need?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  It is in our daily time of prayer that Jesus can offer our lives as a "living sacrifice" and that he truly gets to take on His role of High Priest.  It is there that He gives to the Father our praise and worship, our thanksgiving and love.  It is because of Jesus that we can enter into the very presence of our Heavenly Father and have fellowship with Him.  I am thankful we don't have to wait for just one day a year to offer our sacrifice or ask for forgiveness, but that we have that  privilege each day all day long.  Thank you, Jesus, for your sacrifice on the cross for us.  May our lives be a sweet-smelling savor of sacrifice to our God.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-5312968703048771164?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/5312968703048771164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=5312968703048771164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/5312968703048771164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/5312968703048771164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/02/lordour-high-priest.html' title='The Lord...Our High Priest'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-7150933235319289372</id><published>2009-02-10T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:34:34.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord...Our Prophet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart, and ye shall find rest unto your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."  Matt. 11:28-30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Oh, thanks for setting out my cup and starting the coffee.  I never want to miss our visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Now, let's spend some time together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Take another look at our verse quoted above.  I want to focus in on the phrase "learn of me."  Those words speak of Jesus being our prophet and teacher.  Those two roles that Jesus holds in our lives are so personal to each one of us and so absolutely necessary to our growth as Christians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  In the Old Testament, we learn that the prophet was given a message from God and it was his responsibility to take that message to the people and teach it to them.  Among other things, it was the prophet's job to teach the people to walk after God, keep the commandments, and cleave to the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  What the prophet did in the Old Testament, Jesus does for us today.  He is the ultimate Prophet!  The Word made flesh.  And it is through the Word that he begins to teach us.  Isaiah 2:3b says "he will teach us of his ways, and we will walk in his paths."  Through scripture, Jesus teaches us by His example and we're able to learn through His timeless instruction.  He desires that we live our life in obedience and, in that, we find freedom and peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Jesus also teaches us by the mistakes we make.  He wants us to learn from them, take the necessary steps of correction, and apply those corrections to our lives.  I am so grateful for his forgiveness and his loving hand that leads me down the correct path.  I love that He is diligent, does not give up on us, and is creative in the lessons He uses to teach us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Jesus also teaches us in our circumstances---He reaches out to us exactly where we are.  Sometimes I hesitate to ask this (and I'm not even sure I always want to know the answer), but I often find myself saying,"Lord, what is it that you want to teach me in this?"  As you and I are open to letting Him show us His ways, we will receive His teaching and gain more wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  As I mentioned earlier, one of the most important ways Jesus can teach us is be being in His Word daily.  We have to make it a priority, ask for a teachable spirit, and then ask Jesus to show us what He desires to teach us that day.  It may be a thought, a correction in our life, a word of edification, comfort, or encouragement.  Just allow Jesus to be your teacher.  Oh, that we can learn of His ways!  Our life will be blessed and a blessing to others, refreshed, energized, and honoring to the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I love the fact that Jesus is our Prophet.  He is the greatest Teacher!     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-7150933235319289372?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/7150933235319289372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=7150933235319289372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/7150933235319289372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/7150933235319289372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/02/lordour-prophet.html' title='The Lord...Our Prophet'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-5701353856029821246</id><published>2009-02-06T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:39:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord...Our Protector</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The LORD is my shepherd..." Ps. 23:1     "The LORD is thy keeper..." Ps. 121:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love having a cup of coffee with a friend, with whom I can talk, laugh, and encourage.  Thank you for making the time for us today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  He gently calls my name.  I know that voice.  I've heard it many times, when there was danger or I was wandering off too far, or the when the "enemy" was close by.  He says my name once again.  I recognize the voice, that of my Shepherd.  I know now I must stop what I am doing, listen, and follow his voice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  A shepherd cherishes the opportunity to care for his sheep.  When you stop and think about the character of sheep, they need a shepherd.  They have no sense of direction, no defense mechanisms, no sense of encroaching danger.  They're dependent on their shepherd to lead them to green pastures and provide them protection from their enemies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  We have that Shepherd, the LORD-raah, your caring shepherd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I am learning many things about my Shepherd.  He knows me by name, is aware of what is going on in my life and all around me.  It is His duty to protect me, but my duty to respond.  It is in that protection that He leads, guides, and makes me aware of when I am making poor choices or trying to leave His protection.  It is also in that protection that I sense His strong presence and am able to find rest, peace, and a sense of security.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  When I think of His protection words such as "shield," "tower," and "refuge" come to mind.  Each of these descriptions show our God protects us not only from physical harm or danger, but also protects our hearts and minds from sin, hurt, worry, distress, and attacks from the "enemy."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Through His rod and staff --- the Word --- He provides protection.  We must take the time to read and study the Bible daily, so that we can know what the Lord wants to teach us and learn how to apply those lessons to our lives.  He may have to use His rod to give correction when He sees that we are going our own way and not following His voice, but it's because He loves us and we belong to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I love the verse in John 10:27,28 "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.  And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand."  Oh, what wonderful assurance to know that we are under the protection of the Lord and are secure in His hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I have been blessed thinking on our third "P", Protector.  May this encourage and bless you as your recognize, realize, and love being under His protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  "The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore."  Ps. 121:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-5701353856029821246?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/5701353856029821246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=5701353856029821246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/5701353856029821246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/5701353856029821246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/02/lordour-protector.html' title='The Lord...Our Protector'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-6588130820138187315</id><published>2009-02-05T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:07:11.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord...Our Provider</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"And Abraham called the name of this place Jehovah-ji reh."  Genesis 22:14A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a sweet joy I receive when we have our cup of coffee together!  I have so looked forward to this visit and the chance to share my heart with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   Jehovah-ji reh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  He walked on in silence, his thoughts filling his mind, yet he was afraid to speak --- fearful of what he was being required to do.  Oh, how Abraham longed to tell Isaac what was being required of him.  As they neared the place of sacrifice, Isaac asked, "Where is the lamb for the sacrifice?"  Abraham's only response was that God would provide.  God did provide.  Jehovah-ji reh --- the Lord will provide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  This is one of my favorite stories because of the way in which God provides for Abraham.  God does so in at least three ways:  temporally, emotionally, and spiritually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Abraham was trusting God in sacrificing his son, Isaac.  I'm sure he did not understand God's request, but he was obedient to what God asked him to do.  When the time drew near, God provided what Abraham needed.  Temporally...He provided a ram.  God know what our needs are and He delights in meeting those needs.  I use the word "needs" not "wants."  Yes, He will also give us "wants" sometimes, but He has promised to supply our needs.  See Phil. 4:19.  He is Jehovah-ji reh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  God provides for us emotionally as well.  Just as Abraham's heart was wrenched, breaking, and hurting for his son, God knew Abraham's heart and when the test of obedience was complete, I know the Lord provided Abraham's heart with an abundance of love, trust, joy, and relief --- not only for his son, but also for the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I love that God knows the depth of our heart.  Our emotions and our feelings do not surprise Him because that is where He does wonderful work.  He steps right in and provides for us as we work through the "things" in our life.  Through His help we discover the "right"emotions ---emotions for healing, for trusting, for loving and for knowing Him more intimately.  He is Jehovah-ji reh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I wonder if there was a time on the three-day journey when Abraham wanted to cry out to the Lord and ask Him if He was sure what He was doing?  "Lord, You gave me my son and now You are taking him from me?"  The story tells us how Abraham trusted in the Lord by doing what was asked of him.  He knew God's heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Once again, the Lord provided in the time of need.  It is the same for us.  Spiritually ...trust in our Father more, believe Him, know His Word to be true, know He is Faithful.  As we know these things about our Father, we will grow more secure in our Father's love and our relationship with Him will deepen and be more intimate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Oh, how I hope and pray that you allow the Lord to meet your every need, whether temporal, emotional, or spiritual.  Remember that He is our Presider and now our second "P", our Provider.  He is Jehovah-ji reh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Think back to the ways God has provided for you.  If you have not ever written any of them down, take a few minutes now and do it.  Now thank Him and praise Him for taking care of you.  Be more aware of God's presiding and now His provision in your life and in your family's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  This has been a special visit with you.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-6588130820138187315?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/6588130820138187315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=6588130820138187315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6588130820138187315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6588130820138187315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/02/lordour-provider_05.html' title='The Lord...Our Provider'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-477655117721333474</id><published>2009-02-04T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:15:42.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord...Our Presider</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The eyes of the LORD are upon the righteous, and his ears are open unto their cry."  Ps. 34:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The LORD hath prepared his throne in the heavens, and his kingdom ruleth over all."  Ps. 103:19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you for letting me come and visit.  I always look forward to our coffee time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  "Little eyes are watching."  Those were some words my mother spoke to me many years ago to remind me how my daughters would watch and imitate me.  It was just a couple of weeks ago that "little eyes" were watching once again.  I had the three grandchildren at my house.  We had a spill on the carpet and I was in the process of cleaning it up.  I had the 2-month-old on my shoulder; the 20-month-old at an arm's distance and the 3-year-old was leaning over the arm of the couch.  As I was dapping the spots, Hannah says, " It's okay, Beege.  God is watching."  What a truth spoken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Yes, He is watching and He is also presiding over us.  God is our Presider.  This is the first "P" mentioned at our last visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  The word preside means one that holds a position of authority or possesses control.  Our Heavenly Father presides over us.  He is sovereign, rules over all, and He is the great I AM.  He also presides over you as a husband and as a father.  The verse in Isaiah 54:5 "For thy Maker is thine husband; the LORD of hosts, is his name, and thy Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel; the God of the whole earth shall he be called."  As a husband, He gives and expresses His love, manifests His presence to you, and is in a covenant relationship with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  You will find Him represented as a father in Gal. 4:6 "And because ye are sons, God hath sent forth the Spirit of his Son into your hearts, crying, Abba, Father."  The word Abba gives the picture of Father, our Father, a personal relationship.  As a father, He shows love to His children,  gives direction, instruction, correction, and discipline when needed.  He loves to sing over you and He delights in you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  What a glorious and encouraging truth how the Creator of heaven and earth watches and presides over you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Begin your own list of how God presides over you.  Take notice each day how it is revealed to you and respond to Him more as your husband and father.  In acknowledging this truth, it will give a new comfort, peace, joy, and security in your life.  What a glorious truth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Right now, thank Him for presiding over you.  It has allowed me to trust Him more, depend on Him in more areas of my life, and know that He has it all under control.  Oh, how I can rely on Him and love Him for being all that to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I wish our coffee time was longer, but I wanted to share just a few of the wonderful truths and way your Father presides over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I always look forward to our next time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-477655117721333474?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/477655117721333474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=477655117721333474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/477655117721333474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/477655117721333474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/02/lordour-provider.html' title='The Lord...Our Presider'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-8318739899812638822</id><published>2009-01-30T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:18:56.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upward Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Mine eyes are ever toward the LORD..."  Ps. 25:15A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's summer!  Let's linger over our cup of coffee today.  What fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  A small boy nervously stands at the edge of a pool and peers into the water --- then he looks back to his mother for her reassuring smile.  She smiles at him.  The confidence swells within his heart as he bends his knees and catapults into the water.  Coming up with sheer delight, he quickly finds his mother, who winks at her little hero and claps proudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Oh, just as the child looks for courage, confidence, hope, and approval, so we as children must look to our Heavenly Father.  Ps. 25:15A says, "Mine eyes are ever toward the LORD."  We must fix our eyes on God as we trust in Him.  As our eyes are fixed, our hearts become confident and our expectations and hope become firmly planted in God.  Then, when circumstances or trials come, our eyes automatically look to Him, who has proved Himself faithful.  Our eyes look to the God of the universe!  I love that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Fixing our eyes on Jesus is something we must work on daily because it is imperative to our lives as Christians.  Do you realize how much our eyes take in around us?  Our eyes reveal so much to our heart --- so if we maintain our eyes on the Lord, we grow in a deeper relationship with Him, resulting in such sweet fellowship.  Through this gaze, we can experience the confident look of trust, the tender look of love, and the amazing look of wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  In the last several years, I have found seven specific way I can "look" to the Lord.  I look to Him as my Presider, Protector,  Provider, Pastor, Priest, Prophet, and Portion.  Oh, He is all these to you, too!  Maintain your eyes toward the Lord, thank Him for being all that you need, and you will experience such a comfort unlike anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  He loves you so much and is so proud of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-8318739899812638822?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/8318739899812638822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=8318739899812638822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/8318739899812638822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/8318739899812638822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/01/upward-look.html' title='Upward Look'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-6646871988624755406</id><published>2009-01-29T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:08:06.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth his handiwork."  Ps. 19:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Let's sit outside for our coffee cup visit today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  It is early dawn and, each day, there they sit.  Nine are facing east, one facing west.  Watching and waiting.  Here it comes!  Get ready!  Their heads are tilted back, their chests are barreled out, and their feathers are fluffed, as the glory and the warmth of the sun appears above the treetops.  Oh, my, do they shake and shiver.  After a few minutes of enjoying the spectacular showing, they fly off---promising to meet again at dawn the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I've seen this gathering of birds at the same intersection many mornings.  In fact, I look for them.  Kinda goofy, but I have this GA (Ginny Assumption) about them.  I think they're watching for the sun - patiently waiting for it to appear up over the nearby rooftops.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Now if they really are watching for the sun, just imagine for a moment, what a wonderful way to begin the day!  Ps. 19:4,5 says "...the sun, which is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, (rejoices) like a strong man running a race."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Oh, that we might anticipate the morning this way.  I love the idea "of a bridegroom coming out of his chamber."  We have all been there...a wedding where the bridegroom's face is so full of joy that those watching find it contagious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I must confess that I often look forward to the evening when the day is done and I can just sit at home and rest.  Now, though, I am asking the Lord to encourage me to welcome the morning with greater anticipation.  Not that I am going to rise every morning and watch the sun come up.  I'm not.  But, I do desire to begin every single morning rejoicing in the Lord and being grateful for all that He will do for me in the coming day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  How do you anticipate the morning?  A little dread ... a long list of to do's?  Or, do you face the world with a spirit of joy, with the realization of the Lord's company and his goodness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Let's let our voices of praise be heard with the singing of the birds as we welcome the morning.  What glorious things He has in store for us each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Who knows, next time you are out one early morning, you might just see your own row of birds ... patiently waiting for the sun to make its glorious appearance so that they can give honor and praise to their creator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-6646871988624755406?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/6646871988624755406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=6646871988624755406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6646871988624755406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6646871988624755406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/01/morning-smile.html' title='Morning Smile'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-6989717747875202470</id><published>2009-01-29T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:42:39.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings of the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it."  Proverbs 10:22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are such a blessing to me!  I love our coffee time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  It all started with the orange tree.  I saw it several weeks ago while driving to work.  Oranges, oranges, and more oranges, the tree was laden with them.  It was in the middle of December and I was amazed.  I did not realize I lived in a climate or season that would grow oranges in the winter.  I found myself looking for the orange tree every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Oh, how I wanted to try one of the oranges to see if it was sweet or just an average orange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I would think, okay, park at the end of the street, walk along the road easement, and pick up one of the oranges.  Option #2, I would count which house it was on the street, go up to the door, and ask if I could have one of their oranges.  Option #3, just forget about tasting, just enjoy seeing the oranges.  Crazy, I know, but that is just how my mind works sometime.  You are getting to know the real me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Then one day while driving by the orange tree, the Lord sweetly spoke a spiritual truth to me.  Why don't you let the orange tree--with all its wonderful oranges-represent MY blessings and promises to you.  I have so many for you, yet day after day you look, they fall to the ground because you do not take them or gather them for yourself to give to others.  My promises and blessings are yours for the asking, believing, and receiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Oh, that is so true.  I confess I don't claim His promises as I should and I let blessing after blessing fall to the ground without acknowledging and thanking Him for them.  What a sweet way the Father reminds His children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  My encouragement to you and reminder to myself is to be keenly aware of all the blessings of the Lord.  Take minute and remember some from just this past week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  His promises are our because of our relationship with Jesus Christ.  He wants us to stand upon His promises by faith knowing He will never recall His promises, "God is not man, that he should lie; neither the son of man, that he should repent.  Hath he said, and shall he not do it?  Or hath he spoken, and shall he not make it good?"  Numbers 23:19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Now when I pass the orange tree, to enjoy it would take action on my part...take action on God's promises and blessings.  Who knows, I may just stop and get an orange soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-6989717747875202470?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/6989717747875202470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=6989717747875202470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6989717747875202470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/6989717747875202470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/01/blessings-of-lord.html' title='Blessings of the Lord'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-6250774771602011325</id><published>2009-01-28T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:03:30.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting out of the Pit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings."  Ps. 40:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I know you are  busy, but let's plug in the coffee.  I won't stay too long ... promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  One of my all-time favorite movies is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;/span&gt;.  In one part of the movie, Wesley---Princess Buttercup's one-true love-finds himself thrown into the "pit of despair."  He is tortured and beaten in the pit and his spirit is all but broken.  At one point, it looks as if Wesley will be stuck in the pit of despair for the rest of his life.  But, at the last moment, Wesley finally finds a way of escape and is eventually rewarded with his beautiful bride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  A couple of months ago, I too, found that I had fallen into a pit of despair and rejection.  For the first time in my life, a fellow co-worker didn't like me.  And she wasn't shy about showing it!  I let her rejection fester in my life until I found myself falling further and further into the pit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I don't know about you, but "pits" don't conjure up pretty visuals for me.  I see depression, selfishness, jealousy, and discontent, just to name a few.  And one of the worst things about "being in the pit" is that we often find ourselves lingering there for long periods of time.  Pits, unfortunately, can become like quick sand---as they pull us further and further under, all the while suffocation us emotionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  But praise God, for He is our way of escape!  As the Psalm says, He can bring u sout of a horrible pit.  It's up to us to respond to his leading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I often refer to this time in my life---when I need to respond to God---as "the classroom."  I am the pupil and He is the teacher... and, sometimes, I don't always respond to God's lessons the way I should!  So, like any great teacher, He has to repeat the same lesson again and again until I finally understand what He's trying to teach me.  It's at those times I have to remember 1st Thessalonians 5:18:  "In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you."  So, even if you're heart isn't rejoicing, just remember to be obedient in giving thanks.  The heart's rejoicing will come later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Once my heart is back in line with God, I have to focus on my thoughts.  One of the biggest struggles I face when I find myself falling into a pit is that I tend to allow my thoughts to run out of control.  I can play out entire "what if" scenarios in my mind in under five seconds.  To help curb that process, I recall Phil. 4:8, which states "Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are honest, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things."  This verse helps get my thoughts back in line and my perspective back on God.  Finally, I begin to pray for the situation---both for my attitude and my response.  God is so loving in showing me that it's been His chisel the whole time, chipping away at my life to fashion me more like His Son and bring me out of the pit.  Oh, how I welcome that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  We all have times where we find ourselves in a pit, but thank the LORD He does not leave us there!  He sets "our feet upon a rock."  That rock is Jesus.  As Deut. 32:4 says, "He is the Rock, his work is perfect; for all his ways are justice and right is He."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  And fortunately, like Wesley, we have a prize waiting for us on the other side of the pit---a renewed, reinvigorated relationship with the Lord.  God brought me out of my pit---my relationship with my co-worker has drastically improved, thanks to a lot of prayer and the help of some insight from the Lord---and I know that He wants to deliver you out of yours as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Oh, we have a mighty God and He loves you with an everlasting love!  Let Him love on you today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Can't wait for our next time together.  Thank you for letting me come to visit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-6250774771602011325?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-8200038980164146415</id><published>2009-01-27T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:54:29.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Comforts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul."  Ps. 94:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Today as we visit, sit in your most comfortable spot and use your favorite mug or cup.  It's our coffee time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I want you to think of one or two examples that you consider being "comfort things".  By "comfort things" I mean those things you cling to when you are pressed, stressed, lonely, or just out-of-sorts.  We all have those "comfort" props; that fleeting fix that helps us forget the moment.  The favorite food, the robe, a hobby, spending money, or even a luxurious "Calgon take-me-away" bubble bath.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  My favorite comforts are twofold:  a mid-afternoon nap and my favorite fast food meal.  I can think back to the many times I have moved my daughters, only to find myself missing them the moment I pull away ... Whataburger, here I come--the #8 on my mind!  It was a fleeting fix that would satisfy me for the moment, getting my mind temporarily off of the pain I was feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Ps. 94:19 refers to the "multitude of thoughts within me."  Those thoughts can result in feeling overwhelmed, anxious, and even fearful.  When our thoughts overwhelm us, it is at that time we can find true rest and comfort in the words "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thy comforts&lt;/span&gt; delight my soul."   The comforts of God can become the sanctuary for our minds and hearts; it is His divine comforts that give &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;delight&lt;/span&gt; and satisfaction.  His comforts are a continual satisfaction to us and not a mere fleeting fix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Let's take a moment and acknowledge some of God's comforts that delight and satisfy our heart and mind  I'll give you a few of mine---His unfailing love, the forgiveness of sin, eternal life, His faithfulness, mercy, kindness and the fact that He delights in us and sings over us.  You know I could go on and on and you could too.  Take a second and name your comforts of God and find your self being comforted and delighted by the Father.  What sweet peace and rest we find in Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  It's okay to enjoy your "comfort" thing, but I would challenge you to go one step further.  Allow God and His Word to bring genuine comfort to your heart.  It truly is the only thing that will bring lasting satisfaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I will still at times order my #8, which is the two chicken strips, fries, Texas toast with gravy, and a Dr. Pepper, but more that that...I will name back to God all the ways He delights and comforts my heart through His Word.  His promises are guaranteed to satisfy.  I look forward to our next time together!     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-8200038980164146415?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/8200038980164146415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=8200038980164146415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/8200038980164146415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/8200038980164146415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-multitude-of-my-thoughts-within-me.html' title='His Comforts'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-5590200041643958840</id><published>2009-01-27T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:53:26.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"...But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him."  Luke 15:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;    I smell the coffee...you must have know I was coming.  How fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  I recently gave my granddaughter a book entitled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't You Be My Kiss-a-roo&lt;/span&gt;?  Throughout this wonderful book, various animals are portrayed in a mother-child relationship giving each other special kisses.  Oh, there is the morning kiss, the goodnight kiss, and the healing kiss of a hurt, the surprise kiss, even the sticky kiss of a butter/honey sandwich.  I love reading the book to Hannah and giving her the kisses as we read each page.  We have a sweet time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  There is another story of a kiss I find most precious.  It is one of my favorites and is found in Luke 15:11-24 where Jesus is telling a parable of the prodigal son.  I know you are familiar with it.  Would you let me tell my version of the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  The young man has had a glimpse of the world and begins to imagine all that he could do if he was just able to leave home and seek all that he believes to be good and satisfying.  Day in and day out he dreams of leaving his father - and the daily grind of farming and ranching - and venturing off to the far country.  Finally, one day, he gains the courage to ask his father for his inheritance early and his father begrudgingly grants his son's request.  The son heads out the next day for the far country to seek the pleasures he has dreamed about for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Well, you all know what happens.  The son spends all his money in "riotous living", loses the "friends" he had acquired, and finds himself feeding pigs.  Not only does he feed the pigs; he eats the dinner served the pigs!  What a change from the lifestyle he knew at his father's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  After some time the son realizes that even the servants at his father's house have a place to sleep and food to eat.  Why, surely he could also be a servant at his father's house.  So, he decides to travel home.  As he begins the journey, the realization of all his wrongdoings begins to sink in - how he must have grieved his father, how much pain he has caused to his family.  He knows he must ask for his father's forgiveness.    Meanwhile, day after day, the father sits on the front porch in his rocker, watching for any sign of his son.  He finds himself looking hard and long down the dusty road, yearning to catch a glimpse of the son he lost so long ago.  Then, one day ... could it be?  Could this man be my son returning home?  As his heart begins to race in his chest, the father jumps off the porch, runs down the long dusty road, his eyes transfixed on one sight -- his long lost son.  Before the son can even open his mouth to confess all that he has done wrong and ask for forgiveness, his father has embraced him and given him a kiss -- a kiss of forgiveness and restoration, a kiss of love, a kiss of welcoming home.  I love that!  What a glorious picture of our Heavenly Father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Oh, the kisses our Father gives to each one of us.  The kiss of His love through Jesus.  An early morning kiss of a most beautiful sunrise.  The sweet kiss of family.  The kiss that heals a hurting heart.  The kiss of encouragement.  Try not to overlook the many kisses we receive from our loving Father.  Notice them.  Cherish them.  You will find them in the reading of the Word, in creation, in your prayer time or with a loved one or friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  He is longing to give you His kiss today.  Receive it and thank Him for it.  A sweet kiss you will not forget.  Oh, the love the Father has for you!  We have a most wonderful Heavenly Father  I love sharing my thoughts and spending time with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Always keep some coffee on the shelf.  I'll be back soon for another short visit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-5590200041643958840?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/5590200041643958840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=5590200041643958840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/5590200041643958840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/5590200041643958840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='The Kiss'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-1790638395311198813</id><published>2009-01-25T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:10:24.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Fragrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"God leads us from place to place in one perpetual victory parade.  Through us, he brings knowledge of Christ.  Everywhere we go, people breathe in exquisite fragrance.  Because of Christ, we give off a sweet scent rising to God..." 2 Cor. 2:14&amp;amp;15 (The MSG.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;You are so special in God's  eyes... it's a  "china cup" coffee time today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Red bike story #2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  When I ride, I often find myself on one particular trail that winds through a wooded area.  I love this area.  The trees and vines intertwine to form a green canopy overhead and the walls ... they're made of the sweetest scented honeysuckle you've ever smelled.  Upon entering, I slow down, look about, and take deep breaths of the fragrance of the blossoms.  As I leave and ride out to the open, the fragrance lingers with me as a reminder of that special place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  So it is with our lives.  As a believer, God's Word tells us that our lives produce an exquisite fragrance so that wherever we go, it causes others to know of our love for the Lord.  The fragrance of Jesus should make your life different than that of the worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  I heard of a wonderful custom the women of Sudan perform before their wedding day.  It speaks of fragrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  The custom begins with a pit being dug; inside the pit is placed charcoal and sandalwood incense.  A mat is positioned by the pit, and for forty days before the wedding ceremony, the bride-to-be sits on the mat each day and covers herself with a blanket, allowing the smoke and fragrance to penetrate her entire body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Anyone who would meet this woman in the marketplace would know where she had been and what special event was upcoming in her life.  Why?  Because she had immersed herself in that distinctive fragrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Oh, that we might so immerse ourselves in the presence of the Lord that when we meet and talk with people in the marketplace, we can't help but give off the aroma of Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  What a wonderful truth ... our lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; a sweet-smelling savor to God!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Love the time you spend with the Lord.  Allow His Word to penetrate every part of your being and know that you are an exquisite fragrance for Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  I told you it was a "china cup" day!  Thank you for letting me spend some time with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-1790638395311198813?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/1790638395311198813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=1790638395311198813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/1790638395311198813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/1790638395311198813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-leads-us-from-place-to-place-in-one.html' title='Sweet Fragrance'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-351486331561411701.post-9199394136524960898</id><published>2009-01-25T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:11:19.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are the Apple of His Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"Behold, the eye of the LORD is upon those who fear him, upon those who hope in his mercy."  Ps. 33:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; Got your cup of coffee ready?  Let's visit a minute.  I just love our time together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Since moving to Katy, I have become the proud owner of a red bicycle and, boy, do I love it!  It has given me the opportunity to ride the bike trails in my neighborhood, check out the area, look at different landscaping, homes, and even get some good exercise.  All this riding also allows me to have time with the Lord whether it's talking, praying, or simply listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  The nature trails that I ride wind in and out of the woods, allowing me to scan the area for different animals and foliage.  I've seen three turtles sunbathing on a partially submerged log; a white crane soaking his feet in the water, eyeballing me as I get closer and closer just so he can fly off.  There's even a sign posted near the bayou that says "watch out for alligators," but I haven't spotted one yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  While riding the other day, I saw a woodpecker on the side of the tree, busy doing his thing.  I slowed my bike down and approached him---I thought very quietly---only to have him quickly fly away.  I followed him as he flew high into the sky, while continuing to ride my bike across a bridge.  Realizing I needed to check where my front wheel was so I didn't have a wreck, I lost sight of the woodpecker.  Quickly looking back, I saw the bird in my vision and watched him continue to soar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Suddenly, a thought came to my mind:  sometimes we can get so caught up in what is happening in our lives and on our surroundings that we simply lose sight of the Lord.  Thankfully, the glorious truth is, He does not lose sight of us!  His eye is ever upon us!  Ps. 33:18 says, "Behold, the eye of the LORD is upon those who fear him, upon those who hope in his mercy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Ps. 32:8 says, "I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go; I will guide thee with mine eye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Those two verses are an encouragement to us to realize and know God always has His eye on us.  No matter what, His eye never leaves us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Ps. 32:8 is one of my favorite verses.  It has been such an encouragement to me so many times.  There are three verbs to notice:  instruct, teach and guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  As we fear God and hope in His mercy, He will perform those three verbs in Ps. 32:8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  God is involved in our lives and wants us to have a willingness to allow Him to instruct, teach and guide us.  Oh, for the personal instruction from your Heavenly Father, that He may teach and guide you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Thank the Father for His eye of infinite tenderness and compassion upon you.  He loves you so much!  Keep your eye upon Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  Keep me on your calendar for us to have coffee and visit again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-9199394136524960898?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/9199394136524960898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=9199394136524960898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  You have time for a visit?  Well, pull up a chair and let's grab a cup of coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;     Think for just a moment and envision a huge banner suspended over your head with the word LOVE written on it in gold.  May His banner of love encourage you today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This January, I attended my first marathon.  Notice the word "attended."  Yes, I was just a spectator.  But, what a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; it was to see the runners standing under the huge starting line banner, anxiously awaiting the gun announcing that the race had begun.  Being a part of the crowd, cheering the runners on, encouraging them with chants such as "Do your best", "You're almost there', "great job"--was truly an exhilarating experience.  It was if I was able to place my own banner of love directly over their lives.&lt;br /&gt;     And, then, after hours of grueling running, the runners approached the finish line--back where they started, underneath the initial banner, knowing it was the end, that they had achieved their goal and that it had been waiting for them the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;     You, as a believer in Jesus Christ, have the banner of LOVE over you constantly.  Every step you take, whatever situation you find yourself going through, be it sickness, loss of job, a struggling relationship, or just life itself, His banner of love is over you.  It never leaves.  No matter how far you run it will always come back to you.  Knowing, believing, and living that out, you will see and hear evidences of God cheering you on, encouraging you, giving you rest and showing His love to you.&lt;br /&gt;     A lot of you know that I am a "visual" person.  At different times in our home, I would make a banner of a word or phrase we needed to encourage us and I would hang it across the threshold to the dining room.  Every time we would walk under it, our eyes would see it and we would be reminded of what God was doing in our lives and who He is.&lt;br /&gt;     Make "His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;banner&lt;/span&gt; of love" over you a mental banner and walk out each day knowing His love for you.  It does not change.  He loves you!&lt;br /&gt;     Be blessed and maybe next time we will visit with a cup of coffee in hand.  Ginny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/351486331561411701-1657088857788518242?l=coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/feeds/1657088857788518242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=351486331561411701&amp;postID=1657088857788518242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/1657088857788518242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/351486331561411701/posts/default/1657088857788518242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffeecupletters-ginny.blogspot.com/2008/04/banner-of-love.html' title='Banner of Love'/><author><name>Ginny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06282693049969183073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sl-LCJWfLHs/SXtdQYBaOdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjlIRdEvj1Y/S220/HPIM0769.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
