I don’t know who she was.
That little one wound like a spring.
Someone else’s life. .
I don’t know what she wanted.
She didn’t know either.
Someone else’s life.
I don’t know the questions she needed answers to.
She searched and searched and protected her heart.
Someone else’s life.
I don’t know all the places she looked ,
For love, acceptance and freedom,
Someone else’s life.
I don’t know how it became,
But love found her,
Way back there,
In someone else’s life.
What does the world we live in value?
The way our world believes can often be summed up by the popular statement; “He who dies with the most toys wins.”
While these things may be satisfying for a while, that satisfaction goes away, and our song becomes; “I can’t get no satisfaction”.
The status that we work and work for, to get the respect and all the trimmings and bling, steal from our families the one thing they really want; our presence.
Note the spelling. Presence, not presents.
Our families will soon forget what we bought them, but they will never forget that we took time to be with them.
We believe that if we have all this “stuff”, then we will also have the attention and admiration of those with whom we come into contact with.
Adding all this to our lives will give us a “perfect” life.
We reach Nirvana. Nirvana, defined as paradise and heaven.
Unfortunately, the further definition of Nirvana is illusion or fantasy. The trimmings and bling and stuff that we have acquired, need care. Lots of care.
All that care takes away some of the feeling of paradise, and also takes away from our people the very thing they want most. Time that is only for them.
In the end, all the bling will all go away. In the end, all the trimmings will all turn to dust. This too shall burn.
What do we as Christians value?
In the world in which we live, many Christians, not all, but many, live the same kind of lives that the people who don’t claim to know God live.
Their desire is to have everything that their pre-Christian counter-parts have.
The difference is simply that they put a great big God label on all their stuff. It is even possible to find a scripture or two to back up all of their getting.
These continue to live on in this life style because they know that they will spend eternity in heaven with God.
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What does God value?
God values YOU! He created YOU! He loves YOU!
Read what Ron Hutchcraft has to say about your value;
You’ve probably had plenty of messages in your life that have made you feel more like the postcard than the masterpiece. Maybe you’ve been rejected, ignored, hurt, or used. Maybe you’ve been criticized a lot, put down, and all by people who didn’t know who you really are. But because of all those negative messages, you have this lie playing in your brain – “you’re not worth much; you can’t do much; you’re not good enough.” Remember it’s not your friends who determine what you’re worth, or your critics, or your family, or your culture, or your boss. It is your Designer. He gave you your worth the moment you were conceived by Him.
http://hutchcraft.com/A-Word-With-You/Your-Hard-Times/Untouchable-Worth-5585
Remember Psalm 139:13-16
13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, 16 your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
God values your life. Your value comes from Him alone.
If you have not had your Significant Encounter with Jesus Christ yet, you can begin to understand your value in Him.
When you are ready, you can click on the “Rescue” tab at the top of the page.
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I’ve always had a fascination with houses.
Big or small.
Old or new.
City or country.
Exquisite or plain.
It does not matter.
I am enthralled with them all.
What one might find odd about this fascination is that it always begins on the outside.
In the dark.
Walking in the dark, I would see the light from people’s windows falling out on to their yards.
I would see some of what adorned the walls inside their homes.
As a child passenger in the car at night I had little to do but watch out the window.
The houses we passed by were lit from the inside too.
This light showing from those homes speeding by made it possible for my wandering, creative, dreaming, little girl mind to make up my own little stories about how others lived.
The inhabitants inside would never know the dreams of this child.
I often wondered what they would think if they did.
Funny, how they did not even know I was there.
I never wanted to see anything I shouldn’t see, private moments and the like;
So it was not anything creepy, I just enjoyed the small glimpses I got of someone else’s life.
I was an adult before I would find what the attraction was.
It all began when I first encountered an artist named Thomas Kinkade.
I sensed something in his pictures that attracted me just like the homes that had attracted my little girl attentions for all these years.
His paintings awoke something in me that was waiting to be explored and understood.
I began to consider this attraction I had, from the first time I had a sense of it.
Since I was small, and no one knew I was dreaming these dreams, since no one knew that
I was making up these stories, I could continue to do it, and be safe.
I was safe from punishment, since I was much in trouble for daydreaming.
I was safe from ridicule, since my every move made someone verbally assault me. http://wp.me/p1Deai-1h
I was safe from the people that harmed me in my real life. http://wp.me/p1Deai-3E
I could imagine a life where there was no pain. http://wp.me/p1Deai-1U
I could dream of a life where people loved and protected those in their care. http://wp.me/p1Deai-1W
In this life of make believe, in this life of story, I was safe, even though my real life was dark.
As a teen ager, I fell into the abyss of believing everything every one said about me, so I became a self fulfilling prophecy.
Only on a very few occasions was I able to escape back to the world of making story from someone else’s light.
As an adult, I married and became a mom.
I had little time for such foolishness, until …………………
The children were old enough to take on long walks in the city where we lived.
Those long walks with our little family, seemed to re-kindle the flame for seeing light and making up story.
So now, enter Thomas Kinkade.
What did I see in his paintings?
Why was I drawn to them?
What was their affect on me?
Then I read somewhere that Thomas Kinkade was known as “The Painter of Light”.
Somewhere, from the beginning of my childhood, I had sensed a kind of darkness.
It was all around me. It seemed to cling to me like a garment.
I have learned much about this garment, but that tale is for another time.
What is for this time is this;
In Thomas Kinkade’s paintings, there was always light.
The light was always bright, but the light was also always soft.
Darkness could be all around, but in the softness of that light, there was comfort and safety.
When my eyes beheld the light from these windows in the night,
and I made up my stories about them, there was always safety in the story.
It may have been absent in my life, but I somehow knew, that comfort and safety were somewhere.
When my eyes beheld the light from Thomas Kinkade’s paintings,
there was always safety. There together, abiding with comfort.
Where did the light come from in both of these scenarios?
The light came from within. Inside.
Matthew 5:16 In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.
Revelation 18:1b He had great authority, and the earth was illuminated by his splendor.
Colossians 1:27 To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.
We must choose to let God’s light shine out from us.
The light that He deposits within us, can light the way for another!
Would you choose to let Him illuminate your insides today?
In the home I share with my husband and one really big dog, you will find a soft light in every room.
It is a bright light.
It is a soft light.
It is a strong light.
It is bright enough to light the way.
It is soft enough to bring comfort.
It is strong enough to chase the darkness away.
As you drive by, except for Christmas time when there is a tree there,
In the front window you will see a lighthouse.
Always lit. 
A spot of comfort in the darkness.
A beacon of safety in the night.
Beckoning little girl and boy dreamers to keep dreaming.
Inviting Significant Encounters of the Jesus kind to passers by.
So they can shine light in the darkness as well!
Isaiah 9:2 The people walking in darkness have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.
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