So are you hanging in there?! I am, but can I say that this past week has been a saving grace for me. It has been a rough week in some ways and I've had a lot throw at me, but my spirit man is strong and I am running to God and not self. Last week's "AH HA" moment for me is summed up by the caption from Day 3 ~ "The Answer to Urgent Prayer Calls for Urgent Praise". And let the church say AMEN! Praise was an overflowing source of strength and I choose to praise him no matter what. I am pulling out of Babylon little by little. My flesh doesn't like it, but greater is He that is in me than He that is in the world.
Keep going ladies! Don't give up! It's quality, not quantity that counts.
Love,
Charryse
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Comment from Imogene
pg. 51
"What clue does 1 Peter 5:6 offer to our quest for significance?"
I feel that I need to cast all my cares and anxiety on him because he cares for me. Sometimes this is so hard to remember in the rat race of this life and all the anxiety that we have as moms, wives, caretakers, etc. There is a great song below to follow up on this verse.
Babble on in Babylon
Brimming closets, shoe racks bulge, one in every color, I’ll just indulge.
My wildest whim will oft be met, bigger, faster, give me, get.
Travel on in Babylon.
May I go first? Knew you’d not care, for my time’s precious. You’ve lots to spare.
I’ll slip in front and off I’ll go. See, I’m quite fast and well, you’re quite slow.
I and me fast friends, life-long.
Prattle on in Babylon.
Nip it here, just there a lift. I just turned forty, it was a gift.
The eyes, the lips, the bosoms do, sculptured, lasered, injected, too.
No wrinkles left, the tummy’s gone.
Journey on in Babylon.
Enough of me, how do you view me?
You get one, but give me three.
I couldn’t bare to just say no, it’s my desire and rightly so.
Add another and on and on.
Shuffle on in Babylon.
No end in sight that I can see, today is blocked by the mirror in front of me.
A wreck, a death, tsunami tide, it mildly stirs me, I must confide.
TV claims tens of thousands gone.
Oh well, let’s see what else is on.
Numb to the stunning sight of each new dawn,
Sinking fast in Babylon.
Like a lobster in a pot who begins to like the water hot,
I’ve been duped, been tricked, been had, convinced that truth was somehow bad.
Evil, coddled and cooed and purred, and beckoned me and called and lured.
Now in a place with the lights turned on, I’m racing home from Babylon.
I’m racing home from Babylon.
--Lynn Parker