<?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-1659721920531528633</id><updated>2012-03-01T12:42:50.078-08:00</updated><category term='Williwaw Winds'/><category term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>Sally Bair Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A seasoned author’s sampler of her entertaining children’s books … inspirational devotionals … instructional tips about writing … nature nuggets … and more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-416424041632621648</id><published>2012-03-01T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T12:42:50.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>AHA MOMENTS</title><content type='html'>Aha Moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have them—flashes of intellect or inspiration that bring excitement to our heart. God’s Word often causes Aha moments when our minds and hearts are ready to receive. The Lord is waiting. Are you ready to receive His Aha message? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Joy of the Lord &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read something a second time, or a third, and received a new revelation about the message? One day while reading in the Bible about joy, I realized that not only are we joyful in our relationship with the Lord, He is joyful over us. The revelation became an Aha moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has emotions. The fact that we were created in His image clinches that truth. At different times He was—and is—disappointed, angry, sad, kind, patient, and loving toward His people. He wears His heart on His proverbial sleeve. What would we be like without emotions? Robots, perhaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prophet Zephaniah told the Israelites a bad news/good news message. If they didn’t turn back to God, they’d face consequences. His good news was a message of hope about the Lord removing His judgment on them if they returned to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zephaniah’s message still stands. “The Lord your God in your midst, the Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.” (Zephaniah 3:17)  What better message of hope is there? What better picture of God than that of His happiness with us?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, too, expressed joy while He lived on earth. He attended weddings. He showed love to children. He shared happy moments with His disciples as they walked the countryside. During His final days, He spoke about love and joy as one entity. “These things I have spoken to you that My joy may remain in you, and that your joy may be full. This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends. You are My friends if you do whatever I command you.” (John 15:11-14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus’ command is to love one another, and joy is a by-product of love. Joy fills our hearts because of our love-relationship with the Lord. Joy fills God’s heart when we offer a cup of cold water to someone thirsting or when we forgive someone for an offensive remark. When we pray for someone—anyone—He sings for joy because our prayers rise as a sweet fragrance to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we are a joy to the Lord. Is He your joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, thank You for Your joy in us and for filling us with joy so we can share it with others. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-416424041632621648?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/416424041632621648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=416424041632621648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/416424041632621648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/416424041632621648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2012/03/aha-moments.html' title='AHA MOMENTS'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-8494748259211710742</id><published>2012-02-13T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T09:02:12.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>WHAT'S A MERE HEAD COLD?</title><content type='html'>I had a legitimate excuse for not attending church yesterday. I didn’t want to infect anyone with my germs, since my cold is the “juicy” kind—sneezing, blowing my nose, etc. My friend told me about several members suffering from much worse ailments. It made me thankful for a mere head cold. I can put up with the inconvenience and minor misery. And I’ll be praying for those who are really suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Excuses &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year’s resolutions are often broken after the first week. We all make excuses. It’s too hot, too cold, or too windy to take a walk. We’re too busy, too old or young, or too fearful. Sometimes I think that even animals use excuses for avoiding things. Not the squirrels, birds, and moles, however. Nothing stops them from going after the corn feast I offer every day. But the deer are usually more reluctant. It’s either too windy, not quiet enough, or not dark enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to find excuses for avoiding what we know we should do. Are we reluctant to make life changes? To upset the status quo? Perhaps to lose our comfortable lifestyle? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Old Testament Jonah was reluctant to change things. Called by God to go to the evil city of Ninevah, he ran away. Another example is of ten Israelite spies sent to check out the Promised Land. They returned with the excuse that the people there were “like giants,” too big to defeat, in spite of God’s former miracles of deliverance. Peter, out of fear before Jesus’ crucifixion, denied he even knew his Lord.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some of us excuse ourselves for not following God, too. The church is full of hypocrites, people say. But why excuse ourselves by judging a whole group by the actions or words of a few? Some won’t read God’s Word because they believe it’s archaic or harsh. Some read it to find other peoples’ faults, refusing to face their own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Luke 14, Jesus tells about people invited to a special meal. Each one made an excuse. Like them, sometimes we consider our own affairs as more important than God’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God proves His sovereign love for us every day and yet some choose not to believe. “Ever since God created the world, His invisible qualities … have been clearly seen. Men can perceive them in the things that God has made. So they have no excuse at all! They know God, but they do not give Him the honor that belongs to Him, nor do they thank Him. Instead, their thoughts have become complete nonsense and their empty minds are filled with darkness.” (Romans 1:20-23, Today’s English Version)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Bible shows many examples of people who did not give excuses to God. Abraham, Joseph, Rahab, Paul, Job, and others, forged ahead to follow God’s will regardless of negative circumstances. They trusted Him enough to know He would bless them. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, forgive us when we use excuses to follow Your will. Help us, rather, to trust in You totally, through Your Word and Spirit . In Jesus’ name, amen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-8494748259211710742?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8494748259211710742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=8494748259211710742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8494748259211710742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8494748259211710742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/whats-mere-head-cold.html' title='WHAT&apos;S A MERE HEAD COLD?'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-5553839445587498529</id><published>2012-01-31T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T13:55:37.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>FLUFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KV9U5-sd4Zc/TyhjPdt7mOI/AAAAAAAAALM/mTtBtkF1RqQ/s1600/Fluffy%2BSnow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KV9U5-sd4Zc/TyhjPdt7mOI/AAAAAAAAALM/mTtBtkF1RqQ/s320/Fluffy%2BSnow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed twice this week. The first time it came down heavy and wet. The next time it floated like fluff. I doubt if my whole yard full would have filled a pillow. No shovel needed; just a swish of the broom cleared the walks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fluff&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner do the lighter-than-air dandelion seeds quit scattering than the goldenrod fluff starts in. The late-autumn, wind-borne stuff still makes me sneeze. And soon golden, feathery Tamarack leaves will start to shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the fluff is beautiful. Sneezes or not, it’s fun to watch it blow in the wind. One major problem with nature-fluff, however, is that whatever blows grows. Tiny seeds somehow manage to attach themselves to tiny specks of soil and—voila! A new dandelion or goldenrod stem to torment us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many kinds of fluff in this world. In the literary world, it’s called Chick Lit—loosely-plotted, light-hearted fables about silly characters who spend their shallow lives trying to catch Mr. Hunk so they won’t end up, heaven forbid, lonely and unloved. In other areas of life, fluff can come in the form of a room full of “toys” or “awards” or “trophies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluff of any kind has little substance. It may bring the feel of cuddly softness babies feel when wrapped in a plush blanket. It may protect baby birds in the nest. It may bring the needed warmth of a down quilt or sleeping bag. It may even feel airy to the tongue, such as when we taste a light soufflé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when we need to replace our need for fluff for that of substance. Part of growing up requires that. We shouldn’t expect to be pampered all our lives. We must attain mental and emotional maturity along with our physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual “fluff” also can become a deterrent to our Christian maturity. Spiritual fluff can come in the form of easy-to-digest untruths about the Word of God. “For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine, but according to their own desires, because they have itching ears they will … turn their ears away from the truth, and be turned aside to fables.” (2 Timothy 4:3-4) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to hear what we want to hear or read the light-hearted fables we want to read in order to feel comfortable. It’s easy to view our church as a fluffy quilt, forsaking Jesus’ command to go into the world and proclaim His message of hope and love. It’s easy to let our fluffy life take shallow root where it will hinder not only our own maturity but that of others. We are rather to be “mature in understanding.” (1 Corinthians 14:20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, help us to be discontent with the fluff of spiritual immaturity. Rather, help us grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-5553839445587498529?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5553839445587498529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=5553839445587498529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/5553839445587498529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/5553839445587498529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/fluff.html' title='FLUFF'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KV9U5-sd4Zc/TyhjPdt7mOI/AAAAAAAAALM/mTtBtkF1RqQ/s72-c/Fluffy%2BSnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-833796575605656371</id><published>2012-01-23T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:20:08.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>LOVE THOSE MOUNTAINS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXZnh2Byf-4/Tx3c-gH0wqI/AAAAAAAAALA/ConSS6MeH-I/s1600/Denali%2BAlaska%2BMountains.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXZnh2Byf-4/Tx3c-gH0wqI/AAAAAAAAALA/ConSS6MeH-I/s320/Denali%2BAlaska%2BMountains.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been blessed to see the beauty of God’s handiwork in Alaska’s mountains. Denali, the highest point in America, is so awe-inspiring, it brings goose bumps. If you haven’t been there, I recommend a trip to our largest and most beautiful state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love One Another&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chocolate, classical music, and a good novel. I love to watch the deer, to hike a mountain trail, and to spend time with family and friends. I love a good game of cribbage, a run through a rain puddle, and making silly faces with my grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we love “things” as well as people? There are different kinds of love—love for chocolate, love for family, love for a mate, and “agape” love for others that comes from God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying, “God is love,” is much more than just an old saying. The Bible teaches us that God’s very nature is love. His thoughts and actions are loving. He created the earth and all that is in it—especially mankind—with love. He loves each one of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we create something—a painting, a song on the piano, a quilt—we do so out of love not only for the product, but also for the process and the end result. Even in the imperfections of these things (for only God is perfect), they are loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things we create or enjoy pale next to our love for other human beings. We experience love in its finest form when we love others regardless of their imperfections. When we allow God’s love to fill us, we automatically care more about another’s happiness than our own. When God’s love fills us, the slogan “love one another” becomes more than a slogan. It becomes a daily reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agape love—true and unconditional love from God alone—takes practice. The Bible says we should “Love one another as I have loved you.” (John 13:34) Anything worthwhile takes practice. By intentionally, prayerfully loving others, especially the unloving or unlovable, we begin to develop a new habit that each day will become easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to love the person who has maligned us or taken advantage of us. It’s not easy to deliberately show love to someone whom we know will never return our love. But with the help of Christ, it is possible. “With God all things are possible.” (Mark 10:27) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has promised to do great things through the love He bestows on us, if we give Him the chance. His love in us and through us can cause even the most hardened hearts to be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, as we accept Your love in our hearts, use us in mighty ways to move the hearts of others through our intentional, prayerful expressions of love. May our love for You and for others be evident in our thoughts, our words, and our deeds. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-833796575605656371?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/833796575605656371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=833796575605656371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/833796575605656371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/833796575605656371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-those-mountains.html' title='LOVE THOSE MOUNTAINS!'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXZnh2Byf-4/Tx3c-gH0wqI/AAAAAAAAALA/ConSS6MeH-I/s72-c/Denali%2BAlaska%2BMountains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-726626892832264962</id><published>2012-01-16T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T07:31:46.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>PATHWAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bE_-KG2jfko/TxRCwbH7baI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zdWmi3UQh3I/s1600/2012%2Bcoyote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bE_-KG2jfko/TxRCwbH7baI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zdWmi3UQh3I/s320/2012%2Bcoyote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The straight and narrow path which takes us to God’s heavenly home may be difficult at times. For this coyote, however, it wasn’t hard to find the path to my compost pile. Wily coyote savored my leftover food. May you savor God’s Word and presence through His Spirit as you keep to His perfect path. Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eyes on the Road&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year, my twin sister and I decided to celebrate our birthday together in a northern Michigan cabin. Unused to the Upper Peninsula snowbelt, we met, celebrated in an uninsulated cabin, and left for home in a snowstorm. My sister, headed back to Lansing, made it across the big bridge just before they closed it to further traffic. My trip west required total concentration. I dared not let my gaze waver or take my hands off the wheel for a second, or I’d have been in the ditch like other vehicles I saw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The narrow path became harder and harder to see. Snowplows and school buses driving kids home early were about the only vehicles on the highway. Increasingly anxious and cautious as the slushy snow piled up, I debated stopping at a motel midway home. But if I turned off—out of my narrow driving lane—I might spin around and get stuck in the ditch. Hours later, I arrived home exhausted but safe. Never since have we celebrated our December birthday together in the Northwoods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life paths seem treacherous, too. When the going is easy, we tend to veer off and enjoy the scenery, so to speak. That can cause us trouble if we give in to the temptations of illicit, immoral, or illegal behavior. Many things can tempt us to take our gaze off our path—things such as pride in ourselves, overindulgences, or fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn’t promise us that the going will be easy. In fact, Jesus says, “Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction; and there are many who go in by it, because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life.” (Matthew 7:13-14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t take much to veer off God’s straight and narrow course. Keeping our eyes on His path can be difficult, but He promises to help us. “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for … My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, while it is difficult, relying on God will make it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants us to keep our eyes on His path, because “His way is perfect. The Word of the Lord is proven; He is a shield to all who trust in Him.” (2 Samuel 22:31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, help us to keep our eyes on Your narrow path even when it’s as hard to navigate as a vehicle in a snowstorm. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-726626892832264962?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/726626892832264962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=726626892832264962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/726626892832264962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/726626892832264962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/pathways.html' title='PATHWAYS'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bE_-KG2jfko/TxRCwbH7baI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zdWmi3UQh3I/s72-c/2012%2Bcoyote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-7151479744519494753</id><published>2012-01-10T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T07:37:17.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>CONTROL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uml7xX8aUkM/TwxbEHPCDdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MdFRuheVldY/s1600/Frost%2Bon%2Bwindow%2Bsmall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uml7xX8aUkM/TwxbEHPCDdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MdFRuheVldY/s320/Frost%2Bon%2Bwindow%2Bsmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it amazing how much control we want to have over our circumstances, people, and our own actions and words? More amazing are the wonderful benefits God gives us when we surrender all control to Him. Let’s make 2012 a year of surrendering everything—body, soul, and spirit—to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Backseat Drivers&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backseat drivers can be frustrating. Well-intentioned or unsure people point out the parking spot we should use, yell, “You’re too close to that car,” or warn about the stop sign three blocks ahead. We might have a five-star driving record, but that doesn’t stop them from offering us unsolicited advice. Other “backseat drivers” are those who can’t keep a job because they keep telling the boss how to run his business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a matter of control. Backseat drivers believe their way is the only way to fix a problem—whether it’s about finding the perfect parking spot, pointing out an obvious stop sign, or telling the boss to let us do the job our own way because it’s “better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible includes countless stories about people who believed their way was better than God’s way. Each time, they got in trouble. The Israelites turned away from God, their “boss,” for other gods and missed out on the Promised Land. Samson caved in after Delilah’s relentless begging and told her the secret of his strength. He lost his life over it. Jonah was thrown overboard and swallowed by a whale when he disobeyed God. He didn’t believe God should send him to such an evil place as Ninevah. Jonah later learned that God was right all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus’ disciples wanted to send 5,000 people home for dinner rather than believe that God could provide enough food for them on the spot. They insisted a group of little kids shut up so Jesus could preach to the adults, not realizing that the kids were important, too. They tried to keep an “unclean,” bleeding woman and, later, two blind men from making a scene, not imagining Jesus would even think about healing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for the Israelites, for Samson and Jonah, and for Jesus’ disciples to learn the lessons about God’s faithfulness. When we too “backseat drive,”  trying to take God’s control into our own hands, sometimes it requires many lessons before we learn that God’s ways are better than ours. When we finally learn, we can stop being His backseat driver and allow Him to remain at the controls. We can feel relaxed and at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.” (Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, help us to trust in You completely so we won’t be tempted to be Your backseat driver. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-7151479744519494753?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7151479744519494753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=7151479744519494753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7151479744519494753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7151479744519494753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/control.html' title='CONTROL'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uml7xX8aUkM/TwxbEHPCDdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MdFRuheVldY/s72-c/Frost%2Bon%2Bwindow%2Bsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-2162560096547253146</id><published>2011-12-19T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:25:21.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>SHEEP AND SHEPHERDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WWlP7-4Pths/Tu-djvlEMoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/G2iSF39wBao/s1600/Nativity%2B2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WWlP7-4Pths/Tu-djvlEMoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/G2iSF39wBao/s320/Nativity%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my boys were small, they each wanted a sheep for Christmas. How happy they were when they received their pregnant ewes which soon after birthed the cutest, cuddliest lambs you can imagine. Who can resist such a gift? Who can resist the best gift of all—Jesus, the Lamb of God and the Great Shepherd? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas and the Cross&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long before Christ was born in a manger, Isaiah prophesied His birth. “Unto us a child is born, unto us a Son is given; and the government will be upon His shoulder. And His Name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9:6) You may have heard those words sung in Handel’s Messiah. Because of Isaiah’s prophecy-come-true, we can celebrate Christmas with joy and thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For centuries, God’s people looked for the coming of the Savior. When watchful shepherds heard angels herald the good news of Jesus’ coming, they were so jubilant they left their post to follow God’s star to the stable where He was born. Most residents of Judea looked for someone who would release them from captivity of the enemy—the harsh rulers of the land. Perhaps that hasn’t changed. Perhaps some of us also look to Jesus, our Savior, as the One who will “make things better for us.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s more to Christmas than the birth of Jesus, however. For there can be no birth without death. The newly-budded flower, the salmon roe, the embryo in a woman’s womb all live for a God-given purpose and then die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t celebrate Jesus’ unique birth without celebrating the reason for which He came to earth—to die for our sins. Isaiah 53:4-5 states: “Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows … He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that although Christmas eventually brought Good Friday, it didn’t end there. The crux of the Christian faith is not in Jesus’ death, but in His bodily resurrection. Without the resurrection, we would have no Christmas to celebrate, no way to be reconciled with God. “If Christ is not risen, your faith is futile; you are still in your sins.” (1 Corinthians 15:17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can celebrate His wonderful and miraculous birth with great joy! We can happily exchange gifts with those we love. We can be inspired by the words in Scripture that tell of the Good News of Jesus’ birth, His death, and His resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, as we celebrate Your birth, help us remember that Your death and resurrection fulfilled Your purpose for our lives. Help us to share the Good News of salvation this Christmas. In Jesus’ name, amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-2162560096547253146?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2162560096547253146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=2162560096547253146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2162560096547253146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2162560096547253146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/sheep-and-shepherds.html' title='SHEEP AND SHEPHERDS'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WWlP7-4Pths/Tu-djvlEMoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/G2iSF39wBao/s72-c/Nativity%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-7852370761450550653</id><published>2011-12-12T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:22:51.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>BEAR MUSIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sPkPWXr6MSg/TuaawoqN3RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Z0-0NuQPIh0/s1600/Bad%2BBear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sPkPWXr6MSg/TuaawoqN3RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Z0-0NuQPIh0/s320/Bad%2BBear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This black bear that visited our backyard one summer looked pretty content once he pulled down two bird feeders and then sprawled out to partake of the goodies. How he must have sang thanks for such bounty!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Song in the Air&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Jesus’ birth, angels visited shepherds, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men!” (Luke 2: 14) Their music must have been a balm to the weary souls of those shepherds, knowing God was sending His promised deliverer to the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music was a balm to Paul and Silas too while imprisoned and in shacked. Their songs of praise to God surely were like salve to their physical and emotional wounds and to the other prisoners. Music is soothing to our souls, also, when we are troubled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God provides us with many kinds of music and joyful noise. Did you know that animals sing? Whales make inaudible, ultra-sensitive “music” while moving through the water. Bears and other mammals “sing” to their young and to their mates. Even rocks cry out! Jesus told the Pharisees after they told Him to rebuke His followers who shouted hosannas to Him, “I tell you that if these should keep silent, the stones would immediately cry out.” (Luke 19:40) Imagine! If we don’t “sing” hosannas to Christ, the very rocks in the fields will. Even a donkey “talked.” Check out Numbers 22. And the book of Job tells of how God spoke to him about “the morning stars singing together.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can also hear God’s praises in the form of rustling leaves on a breezy day, in the hissing and crackling songs of the aurora borealis, and through the kind words of a friend or loved one. It even comes through God’s still, small voice as He speaks to our hurting hearts—and through the songs of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn’t feel happy hearing the hymn, “Joy to the World, the Lord is come”? Heaven and nature surely do sing at such Good News. What heart cannot help but leap at the sound of Handel’s oratorio, The Messiah, as it tells of the prophecies and their fulfillment of Christ’s birth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, earthly music is drowned out by the sounds of “tens thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands (of angels) saying with a loud voice: worthy is the Lamb who was slain to receive power and riches and wisdom, and strength and honor and glory and blessing!” (Revelation 5:9) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we celebrate Your birth with joyful music in anticipation of hearing the sounds of Your heavenly choirs. May we not forget to share the Good News of Jesus’ salvation, as the shepherds shared on that first Christmas night. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-7852370761450550653?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7852370761450550653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=7852370761450550653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7852370761450550653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7852370761450550653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/bear-music.html' title='BEAR MUSIC'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sPkPWXr6MSg/TuaawoqN3RI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Z0-0NuQPIh0/s72-c/Bad%2BBear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-8176724826629738161</id><published>2011-12-05T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:39:29.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>THE PERFECT GIFT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--052LHE0pws/TtzzXlY5pZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PjrpLW0A0qg/s1600/The%2BCross%2B2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="273" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--052LHE0pws/TtzzXlY5pZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PjrpLW0A0qg/s320/The%2BCross%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can buy what we think is the perfect gift for that special someone in our lives, but it won’t compare to the priceless gift of our Savior Jesus Christ. The magi brought extremely valuable gifts to the Baby Jesus. They sensed that here lay Someone worth far more than what they gave. What can we bring our Savior, the priceless, perfect One, except our love and obedience, our heartfelt thanks and praise, and our compelling desire to share the Good News of His birth, death, and resurrection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas Details&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re endless. Write and send the annual Christmas letter.  Shop for the perfect gifts. Wrap the gifts. Find the perfect tree. Trim the tree. Hang the stockings. Practice for the pageant. Prepare the special meal. Open the gifts. Dress for the pageant. Perform without stumbling. Entertain family and friends. Collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The details vary from family to family. For some, it’s the matter of preparing for a trip. For others, it’s finding ways to survive the pain of loss. For most, it’s going through the steps listed above. Regardless, we can get lost in the Christmas details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that God is in the details. His details have eternal meaning. His details for Christmas began in the Garden of Eden where He prophesied the coming of Christ the Savior. Throughout the Old Testament, we find thousands of details God reveals about Christmas. “Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign: Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a Son, and shall call His name Immanuel.” (Isaiah 7:14) Chapter 9 of Isaiah also tells us about Jesus, the holy Child—the names He will be called, the purpose of His coming to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other books of prophecy add to God’s details. And they all culminate in those given in the Gospels about the birth of Jesus. Every detail had significance: Mary’s virgin birth, her visit to her cousin Elizabeth who was about to give birth to John the Baptist, and the glorious experience of the shepherds who heard angels praising God and telling them to go to the stable to worship Jesus. They tell about the brilliant star that led three wise men to the same stable, the dreams God gave Joseph about the baby and about leaving Bethlehem to seek safety in Egypt, and the subsequent dream about returning to Nazareth where Jesus grew up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, God is in the details. Our man-made details, however, are mere add-ons of little consequence. We gain a clearer perspective of Christmas when we focus on God’s details rather than our own. Christmas is about giving—giving of ourselves to God for His glory first before we give to our family and friends. It’s about relaxing in His presence instead of hurrying to fulfill all the details we add—many unnecessarily—to make Christmas “real.” Rather than being lost in the Christmas details of our making, we can find Christ in God’s details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, give us a clear perspective of the true meaning of Christmas. Help us focus on Your details about Jesus’ birth rather than on our own. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-8176724826629738161?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8176724826629738161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=8176724826629738161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8176724826629738161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8176724826629738161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/perfect-gift.html' title='THE PERFECT GIFT'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--052LHE0pws/TtzzXlY5pZI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PjrpLW0A0qg/s72-c/The%2BCross%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-1254414067649818034</id><published>2011-11-22T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T08:59:22.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0xZjuh9uOw/TsvUuCj187I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/98QLpoVGOwk/s1600/Let-It-Snow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0xZjuh9uOw/TsvUuCj187I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/98QLpoVGOwk/s320/Let-It-Snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday brought about five inches of the heavy, slippery stuff—the kind that forced my attention to the tracks ahead of me and my hands to remain glued to the steering wheel as I wended home from vending at a craft fair. But all the way home on that treacherous road, my heart overflowed with thanksgiving for God’s wondrous beauty of trees draped in clean, cottony softness. Choosing to thank Him in the storm always makes the journey shorter and more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Living With Thanksgiving in the Moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of you, Thanksgiving Day has come and gone. Regardless, I hope that for you, every day becomes a day of thanksgiving. When we live in the moment, accepting each day and hour as a gift, it becomes easier to be thankful for what we have. Perhaps that’s why the pilgrims were able to set aside a special day for thanking God—though they had suffered greatly that first, harsh winter. Perhaps that’s why the apostle Paul, who suffered more than most others through repeated beatings, shipwrecks, and imprisonments, never ceased to thank and praise God. He viewed his sufferings as opportunities rather than as deficits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to “live in the moment with thanksgiving” while our knee aches. Rather, we tend to commiserate about the stupid accident that caused our knee injury, or about the dim outlook ahead. It’s not easy to be thankful when our emotions run rampant over someone’s offending word. We’d rather think back to other offenses to justify our anger, or think ahead to the miserable loss of that person’s friendship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with thanksgiving in the moment has great value. It can change our attitude to one of expectation that God is with us and will help us overcome whatever problems we face. It enables us to see life as a gift rather than a coincidence or stroke of luck. It brings unexpected blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, living with thanksgiving in the moment with God helps us to take our eyes off ourselves, to gain a new perspective of life. All these benefits bring health and healing to our body, soul, and spirit. We smile more easily and more often, which in turn causes others to smile—others who also may have little to smile about. I have no doubt that our thanks puts a smile on God, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we can liken the habit of giving thanks as a discipline—a habit we can form and practice “in the moment” through daily communication with God. Here are three reasons to daily thank Him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…for He is good! For His mercy endures forever.” (Psalm 107:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:6-7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we thank You for all things. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-1254414067649818034?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1254414067649818034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=1254414067649818034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/1254414067649818034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/1254414067649818034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW!'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0xZjuh9uOw/TsvUuCj187I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/98QLpoVGOwk/s72-c/Let-It-Snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-1398424786638128680</id><published>2011-11-15T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T09:04:48.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>GRACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bx9-4Z2RG4/TsKbj-x1F6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/eB5DT2Qq-wg/s1600/Fall%2BBlog%2B11-2011%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="286" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bx9-4Z2RG4/TsKbj-x1F6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/eB5DT2Qq-wg/s320/Fall%2BBlog%2B11-2011%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is what it’s all about. God’s grace is mind-boggling. To think that He never forsakes us, loves us in spite of our sins, and faithfully provides us with His strength and power. Now that’s something to be thankful for during this special time of year—and every day no matter what we’re going through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It Takes Grace&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids do it all the time. They run barefoot and unthinkingly onto Mom’s clean floor, leaving muddy tracks for her to clean up. If we don’t like dirty floors, sometimes we have to resort not only to clean the floor, but to wash their feet.  We need to teach our kids proper behavior, but our love should compel us to look beyond the dirty floor and dirty feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foot washing is a symbol of humility and servanthood. Some churches practice the ritual even today. Perhaps we all should. We’d be following Jesus’ example when He washed the feet of all His disciples—including Judas. He took a towel and lowered Himself to His knees, just as a slave would have done for his master. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus meant His literal example in the metaphoric sense, too. When we humbly serve others in any way, we serve Jesus. “‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or naked and clothe You? Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ And the King will answer and say to them … ‘Inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility is often viewed as a character weakness. What strength do we exhibit by giving up or walking away or showing our “wimpy” emotions? Humility, however, is a purposeful act of love shown by placing ourselves beneath another to meet their need. It’s being the first to apologize. It’s giving a hand up to the guy ahead of us in the race at the expense of winning. It’s turning the other cheek rather than retaliating when someone criticizes us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility and servanthood are what Jesus expressed when Judas betrayed Him, when His own people killed Him, when Peter denied Him. He humbled Himself before unclean lepers, an immoral woman, and the demon possessed—for the sake of their healing. For the sake of His Father’s love and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes grace to wash someone’s spiritually dirty feet. It takes grace to keep from scolding or criticizing them for leaving muddy tracks on our pristine self-image. It takes grace to look at them with the eyes of love and compassion. A friend of mine, speaking about a crude co-worker, said, “It’s not my job to wash his mouth out, but to wash his feet.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, by the power of Your Spirit, give us the grace to see beyond the flaws into the hearts of others, as You have done for us. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-1398424786638128680?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1398424786638128680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=1398424786638128680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/1398424786638128680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/1398424786638128680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/grace.html' title='GRACE'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bx9-4Z2RG4/TsKbj-x1F6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/eB5DT2Qq-wg/s72-c/Fall%2BBlog%2B11-2011%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-7929178699698910719</id><published>2011-11-07T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T12:14:59.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>WEATHER OR NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo0sMFyVLSE/Trg8G3HaiDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OlTk-ghjx_s/s1600/Washburn%2BWinter%2BSunset%2Bsized%2Bfor%2Bblogs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo0sMFyVLSE/Trg8G3HaiDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OlTk-ghjx_s/s320/Washburn%2BWinter%2BSunset%2Bsized%2Bfor%2Bblogs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With winter approaching quickly, sometimes I think it would be nice to be able to hibernate like the chipmunks and bears. Just kidding. I love most winter days. God lavishes us with His beauty in all seasons. May your holiday season be filled with thanksgiving to our Creator and Savior in and for everything—even the monotony of cloudy days and the intensity of blizzards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fattening Up&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way our resident chipmunks are eating, you’d think they’re wondering if it will be their last meal. Bears, too, are focused on fattening up with high-protein and fatty foods before they head for their hibernating holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we humans stuff ourselves with food, too, and with pleasures—as if we might lose out before dying. But what if we knew with certainty that today would be our last day on earth? Would we act differently with our parents, spouse, children, and grandchildren? Would we speak different words to them? How would we treat those we disdain or despise? Would we make amends for our past offenses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What choices would we make regarding our money? Spend it all on fun and fancy things? Give it away? Hide it so certain others could not benefit from it? What about food and drink? Would we indulge ourselves, like the critters preparing for hibernation, knowing our last meal was imminent? Would we regret not fulfilling our Bucket List, or not spending more time with our family? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have the option of “fattening up” on anything we choose. Our selfish choices are endless—and worthless in the end. The Bible says: “Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” (Matthew 6:19-21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible is filled with ways we can spend our last days. Once we know Jesus Christ as our Savior and Lord, getting to know Him better is a priceless, meaningful way to live out our lives. If we fatten up on His Word and obey it, we won’t miss out on His greatest gifts of love, joy, and peace now and forever. Fattening up on God’s Word will help us toward that end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You do not know what will happen tomorrow,” James 4:14 tells us. “What is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James continues: “Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand.” (James 5:8) Seeking Him in the Word will help us not only to know Him better, but to trust and love Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, help us consider each day as our last so the love, peace, and joy You’ve given us will be evident to everyone we meet. Give us the desire to fatten up on and obey Your Living Word. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-7929178699698910719?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7929178699698910719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=7929178699698910719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7929178699698910719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7929178699698910719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/weather-or-not.html' title='WEATHER OR NOT'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo0sMFyVLSE/Trg8G3HaiDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OlTk-ghjx_s/s72-c/Washburn%2BWinter%2BSunset%2Bsized%2Bfor%2Bblogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-6251475141305408758</id><published>2011-10-29T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T08:16:53.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>THE LIVING WORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Mkvr5LPBEs/TqwYxlAHZDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dW6yPtKLheA/s1600/The%2BLiving%2BWord%2BBadlands%2BVista.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Mkvr5LPBEs/TqwYxlAHZDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dW6yPtKLheA/s320/The%2BLiving%2BWord%2BBadlands%2BVista.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These rocks came into existence when God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit fashioned the world. We are blessed in being able to learn about His creation and salvation through the Holy Spirit’s enlightenment and through His written Word. May we never take advantage of such a blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Book of Books&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After hundreds of years, the Bible is still the best-selling book in the world, having survived banning, burning, and booing. That’s miraculous. Dwight L. Moody, the famous Chicago preacher, wrote these words on the flyleaf of his Bible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This book contains the mind of God, the state of man, the way of life, the doom of sinners, the happiness of believers. Read it to be wise. Believe it to be safe. Practice it to be holy. It gives light to direct you, food to support you, and comfort to cheer you. It is the traveler’s map, the soldier’s sword, the Christian’s chart. Here Paradise is restored: heaven is opened and the gates of hell described. Christ is its theme, our good its design, and the glory of God its end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It should fill the memory, rule the heart, and guide the feet. Read it slowly, frequently, prayerfully. It is a mine of wealth, a paradise of glory, a river of pleasure. It is given us in life, will be open in judgment, and remembered forever. It involves the highest responsibility, rewards the greatest labor, and condemns all who trifle with it. The Bible sets forth two things—the cross and the throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Old Testament points toward the cross. The Gospel tells the story of the cross. The Epistles point toward the throne. The Revelation tells the story of the throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Old Testament tells us what sin leads to and ends with the words: ‘Lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.’ (Malachi 4:6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The New Testament shows the way out of sin and ends thus: ‘The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all.’” (Revelation 22:31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sales, the Bible has beat out the Koran, A Tale of Two Cities, and The Da Vinci Code. Even the Harry Potter books can’t compete. Nor can Mao’s Little Red Book, second in sales of between eight- and nine-hundred million copies. By comparison, between 2.5 and 6 billion copies of the Bible have been sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible is popular because its words are God-breathed. “For the Word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.” (Hebrews 4:12) Jesus is called the Word of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, thank You for Your Living Word that sustains, encourages, and teaches us. Let us never take it for granted or fail to avail ourselves of its power. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-6251475141305408758?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6251475141305408758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=6251475141305408758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/6251475141305408758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/6251475141305408758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/living-word.html' title='THE LIVING WORD'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Mkvr5LPBEs/TqwYxlAHZDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dW6yPtKLheA/s72-c/The%2BLiving%2BWord%2BBadlands%2BVista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-7315183132592069753</id><published>2011-10-25T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:38:46.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>ALL CREATURES LARGE OR SMALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaGO31uZ4NU/TqbJ0dKEkvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5K1lEJmSD6Q/s1600/Luna%2BMoth%2B2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="318" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaGO31uZ4NU/TqbJ0dKEkvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5K1lEJmSD6Q/s320/Luna%2BMoth%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The variety of sizes in God’s creation is astounding. Some moths, for instance, are smaller than our little fingernail. Others, like this Luna moth, dwarf many of the flowers on which they land. Bald eagles dwarf the chickadee. Oaks stretch way beyond a lowly blueberry plant. A tidal wave swallows the seaside ripple. No matter the size, each has a purpose in God’s world. We see His love in the big and the small alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Right Size&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bigger the antlers or pelt, the better a hunter’s buck or bear will look in his “bragging room.” The bigger a foodaholic’s dinner portion, the more enjoyment. The taller the alcoholic’s drink, the better. Stores now sell bigger cans of beer and bigger cups of cappuccino. Let’s face it; size matters for many of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parents encourage their children to acquire the biggest and most. On Halloween, for instance, they drop off their kids at the end of a well-populated, city block and pick them up after they have filled their pillow cases with candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smaller size matters, too. Technologically, we can talk, text, hear music, watch the news and weather report, and find our way while traveling—all with a palm-sized device. Even pets are bred for a smaller size. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy reading in bed, but the older I become, the more uncomfortable it is for me to hold a book up for long. Perhaps it’s time to buy a small, lightweight e-reader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Size matters. Are we ever satisfied with the size of our house, our body, our paycheck?  Don’t we all, at some time or other, avoid getting the short end of the stick, so to speak? Is anything ever the perfect size for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we may even think God is the wrong size for our situation. We may decide He’s too small to answer our difficult needs. We may believe He can’t find us when we get lost in the bog of life, or won’t find us when we purposely go where sin and evil reside. Or we may decide He’s much too big for us puny, insignificant creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, God is big—much bigger than we can imagine, but not too big. He sees all and knows all. He is more powerful than the earthquake and volcano, the flood and the tornado. Yet He reaches down to us with His immeasurable love and mercy. We don’t have to rely on the size of anything to gain His peace. We don’t have to change His size to fit our needs. He’s the right size for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For I am persuaded that neither death nor life … nor height nor depth … shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:38-39)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, may we never view You in a size of our own perception. Help us grasp the truth of Your immeasurable love. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-7315183132592069753?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7315183132592069753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=7315183132592069753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7315183132592069753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7315183132592069753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-creatures-large-or-small.html' title='ALL CREATURES LARGE OR SMALL'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaGO31uZ4NU/TqbJ0dKEkvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5K1lEJmSD6Q/s72-c/Luna%2BMoth%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-3432796108973655427</id><published>2011-10-17T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:49:41.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>COLOR ME PURPLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sieUnRmrAqQ/TpxAWVrm_-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/tkXGpJehCX4/s1600/colored%2Bleaves%2Bfall%2B2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sieUnRmrAqQ/TpxAWVrm_-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/tkXGpJehCX4/s320/colored%2Bleaves%2Bfall%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me leaves turn red, orange, and yellow, but never purple. I found several purple leaves this fall. Did you? By now, however, most fallen leaves are brown and disintegrating. Saturday I did see some trees still dressed in their brilliant hues as I traveled to Crivitz to give a talk at the public library. Crivitz is near the town of Peshtigo, which is situated on Lake Michigan and which lost 1,500 people to fire the same day of the Great Chicago Fire during the logging days. They certainly experienced vivid colors that day, but not the kind we like to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;    by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Colors of God&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A riot of autumn colors brought out my camera. Everywhere I turned, I saw a snapshot of God’s character. All the colors of the rainbow are evident in Autumn, and they’re the same hues evident in the Bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow colors that paint our world with beauty come from God’s light, which He created at the beginning of time. During creation, God proclaimed the light as “good.” From His light come the rainbow colors that show His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors we see in the natural world have spiritual meaning, too. The color red, for instance, represents the sacrificial blood of Christ. Isaiah 1:18 reads, “’Come now, and let us reason together,’ says the Lord. ‘Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be as wool.’” Christ willingly took our sins upon Himself that we might be cleansed as white as snow. When we see the blood-red maple and sumac leaves, we are reminded of Jesus’ supreme sacrifice for our benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brilliant oranges of autumn signify several things: praise and passion, joy and power, fruitfulness and harvest. My mind automatically leaps to thoughts about the Holy Spirit when I see orange. On the day of Pentecost, the Holy Spirit descended upon Jesus’ followers as tongues of fire. The orange flame of a God’s Spirit-fire burns hot in our hearts when we allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our northern poplars and birch shimmer like gold coins on a sunny day. Gold is the color of God’s holiness which shines in our hearts as He releases His strength and energy to us so we can produce His good works. “But be doers of the Word, and not hearers only.” (James 1:22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green of conifers contrasts richly with the changing colors of deciduous trees. Green is the color of plant life and speaks of growth. In spiritual terms, it’s called sanctification. God would have all of us “Grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.” (2 Peter 3:18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue of the sky reminds us of heaven, from which Jesus came to earth to save us from our sins and in which we will someday spend eternity with Him, if we have surrendered ourselves to His perfect will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hunt for them, we can even find purple leaves in the fall. The color purple symbolizes Jesus’ royalty. He forever wears the crown and robe of righteousness and majesty and power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we thank You for the rich variety of color in autumn which reminds us of Your love for us. Help us to learn more about You through Your marvelous gifts of nature. In Jesus’ name, amen.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-3432796108973655427?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3432796108973655427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=3432796108973655427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/3432796108973655427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/3432796108973655427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/color-me-purple.html' title='COLOR ME PURPLE'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sieUnRmrAqQ/TpxAWVrm_-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/tkXGpJehCX4/s72-c/colored%2Bleaves%2Bfall%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-4689199134270753442</id><published>2011-10-10T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T06:47:45.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>STORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNlNSBqw-Ec/TpL3HIdMiQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ibqZytX8te0/s1600/Chickadee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNlNSBqw-Ec/TpL3HIdMiQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ibqZytX8te0/s320/Chickadee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear the story about the chickadee that ate from my niece’s hand? Such a simple act gives us a lesson in trust. We love to hear stories and we love to tell stories. The best stories told are those that lift up Jesus and point to His marvelous love. May your stories bring glory to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maturity and Fruit&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a writer’s workshop recently and was surprised and encouraged by the number of published authors in my age group. These writers, like me, had set out not only to tell their stories but to sell their stories. Telling and selling both require desire, determination, and dedication to succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniors and younger people alike can be encouraged by those who have gone before us. Perhaps many of us subconsciously, or consciously, feel an inner pressure to share our wisdom before it’s too late. There are so many good stories to share—stories that will not only entertain, but will teach and encourage future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt that inner pressure to share my stories with others. Having been a writer for many years has given me an advantage. But there are people who are hesitant to preserve their stories because they “didn’t live an interesting life,” or “don’t know how to write well enough,” or “don’t want to be an embarrassment to the family.” That’s why I’m now offering memory-writing workshops for anyone, no prior writing skills necessary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories are big in God’s view. Without the Old Testament stories about spiritual heroes such as Abraham, Noah, and Elijah, we wouldn’t know about faith. Without Jesus’ parables and Paul’s letters, we wouldn’t mature in our faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stories don’t have to be big and important. Big or small, or seemingly insignificant, our stories can have the same effect on our families and succeeding generations that Bible stories have on our faith. Memories often stir our hearts, causing us to want to share them with others. That’s how it was with David, who wrote in Psalm 45:1: “My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King; my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have only so many years left. So, why not write our stories now, while we can? There’s no telling how they can bless someone who’s hurting or stumbling or seeking meaning about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, thank You for Your wisdom that’s meant to be shared through our stories. Grace us with the desire and ability to pass them on to others. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-4689199134270753442?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4689199134270753442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=4689199134270753442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/4689199134270753442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/4689199134270753442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/stories.html' title='STORIES'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNlNSBqw-Ec/TpL3HIdMiQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ibqZytX8te0/s72-c/Chickadee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-7100144743496886622</id><published>2011-10-05T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T09:36:44.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>CHILDLIKE JOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4R7TKKgWL4/ToyHMSrpLII/AAAAAAAAAIc/aoaJIZ9oM-E/s1600/Childlike%2BJoy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4R7TKKgWL4/ToyHMSrpLII/AAAAAAAAAIc/aoaJIZ9oM-E/s320/Childlike%2BJoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There’s nothing that beats watching babies or toddlers at play. Their joy is unrestrained and exuberant. Perhaps we should follow their example more often and not try so hard to restrain ourselves when we’re happy. Childlike joy is catching; let’s give ours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Freedom in Worship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were a kid, running through the grass, hands lifted high in sheer exuberance? Remember clapping and bouncing up and down when your mom said she’d take you to the beach? Dancing in anticipation in front of the ice cream counter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the joys of youth! Unfortunately, our expressions of joy fade with time. I heard someone say that second graders express boldness in their artwork, but by fourth grade, their art becomes stilted and stuffy and “within the lines.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While maturing into adulthood, many of our visible signs of happiness and joy fade into mere smiles. We laugh, but only at the appropriate time and place. We clap, but only at a concert. We giggle and jump through rain-filled puddles only in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t we act like children any more? I don’t mean in a childish manner, but in a child-like manner. I believe we Americans, compared to many foreign countrymen, have lost our outward zest for life. For years I sat in a mainline church, so filled with the sense of God’s wonder that I nearly choked with emotion. But because everyone else sat, unmoving, in their pews, I did too. Many years later, I witnessed exuberant praise and worship from fellow believers. Spiritually thirsty desert-dweller that I was, I started clapping and moving my feet to the worship music’s rhythm and raising my hands along with others. No longer did I feel constrained, corked under the pressure of erupting.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;King David was childlike in his worship of God. “Because Your lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise You. Thus I will bless You while I live; I will lift up my hands in Your name.” (Psalm 63:3-4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other psalms speak of David telling us to sing to the Lord, make a joyful shout to Him—like children. Like the crowds did when Jesus passed through Jerusalem and they hailed Him as King with their palm branches. They shouted and sang and danced and lifted their hands in joyful praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s unfortunate when we allow society’s “rules” and the sedate, inhibiting influences of our upbringing to keep our hands to our sides and our feet still. The most disturbing thing is that such rules don’t seem to apply when it comes to rooting for our favorite football team or our son’s Little League ballgame. Perhaps such a fact tells us that our society as a whole has decided to express freedom in worshiping our favorite team but not in worshiping God, our Creator, Savior, and Helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, help us to be a blessing to You through our childlike worship. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-7100144743496886622?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7100144743496886622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=7100144743496886622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7100144743496886622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7100144743496886622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/childlike-joy.html' title='CHILDLIKE JOY'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4R7TKKgWL4/ToyHMSrpLII/AAAAAAAAAIc/aoaJIZ9oM-E/s72-c/Childlike%2BJoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-441590576658802450</id><published>2011-09-27T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T07:43:13.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>DEEP WATER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAWFLYnRyYk/ToHg7Bm40hI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Mc8vLU4Cbvo/s1600/Deep%2BWaters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAWFLYnRyYk/ToHg7Bm40hI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Mc8vLU4Cbvo/s320/Deep%2BWaters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a writer’s conference, we heard a beautifully-crafted poem about grief and how it lessens in power over time. For a reason I can’t fathom, it reminded me of hot flashes. For another reason I can’t fathom, I shared my thoughts about it with the 120 attendees. They laughed, of course, but I felt as if I had jumped into deep water. I should have stayed there, to relieve the heat from my obviously-red face. “Don’t go near the edge,” my mom used to tell me. I should have remembered her advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Allergies&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goldenrod causes me to sneeze and rub my eyes and squirm in bed from overall itching frenzies. I had a sneezing fit on the way to church one Sunday. As usual, I coughed for two hours afterwards. Disrupting the service, I wanted to shout, “No, I don’t have bronchitis. It’s allergies.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you suffer more discomfort than I. Allergies are a bane of the living. The symptoms are sometimes so uncomfortable they keep people from accomplishing what’s important in their lives. Let’s face it. How can we drive a long distance after taking a sleep-enhancing allergy pill? Or feel like going to work when our bodies ache? Food allergies can be worse than uncomfortable. They can be life-threatening. Of course, the best remedy is to avoid the food causing the symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe some people are allergic to God. In fact, evidence of their symptoms is everywhere. For instance, there’s the guy who squirms when you mention the name Jesus in the holy sense. His mind and soul itch to avoid the subject altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s the woman who avoids facing the perceived discomfort of God’s truth about her life by filling her days and hours with activities. And there’s the person who constantly runs from one place to another trying to avoid God—just like someone who moves to another climate to avoid uncomfortable allergens. The same applies to people who seek harmful pleasures such as excessive alcohol, drugs, or pornography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Jonah’s story? He tried running away from God and got into deep water. Pardon the pun. Peter denied Christ by lying and running away. Paul fought back with self-righteous persecution of the new Jesus-followers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remedy for spiritual allergic symptoms is as simple as accepting Jesus’ forgiveness and salvation. His gift brings not only the promise of eternal life, it brings healing of our body, soul, and spirit as well as indescribable peace and joy. We no longer have to run away from Him or fill our hours with meaningless pursuits.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus says, “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” (Matthew 11:28-29)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no need to suffer from allergic reactions to God and His Son, Jesus. He wants you to be whole, symptom-free of all the discomforts you suffer in body, soul, and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, thank You for Your perfect remedy against the allergens we face, perceive, or suffer. Help us to go to You for perfect health, thereby drawing others to You. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-441590576658802450?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/441590576658802450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=441590576658802450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/441590576658802450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/441590576658802450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/deep-water.html' title='DEEP WATER'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAWFLYnRyYk/ToHg7Bm40hI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Mc8vLU4Cbvo/s72-c/Deep%2BWaters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-6125040144103455835</id><published>2011-09-20T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T06:28:09.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>NATURE'S LESSONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yow7_Gr94R4/TniUwincoEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hnznwswW1Y8/s1600/Badlands%2BPuppy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yow7_Gr94R4/TniUwincoEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hnznwswW1Y8/s320/Badlands%2BPuppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it amazing how the things of nature teach us about ourselves and others—and especially about God? Whether it’s a chickadee, a puppy, a Coho salmon, a tiny bee, the last rose of summer, or the wind and waves of Lake Superior, we can see God’s wondrous beauty and power. What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lessons From a Frog&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran over a frog with my lawn mower. I nearly cried. The poor thing didn’t have a chance, for I was on a frenzied mission to finish the task so I could cross another important item off my To Do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly cried not only for the sake of the unsuspecting creature but for the sake of my hurried, thoughtless act. Nature being what it is, animals will die. In fact, I’m not against the killing of them for food. My son fishes and runs a trapline. My husband, while still alive, hunted big game every year. And the fact is, I enjoy a meal of frog legs now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the deliberate destruction of wildlife and the uncaring or unthinking attitude of people—like myself—that bothers me. As stewards of the earth, we should be more cognizant of the natural world. That’s a hot topic for some people. Extremists are against killing mosquitoes and flies. Conversely, many Christians are against environmentalism because “the world will end soon anyway, and our only job is to save souls,” as a woman once told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree. I believe God made animals, plants, and minerals not only for His and our enjoyment, but to show us His attributes. What better way is there to learn about true, unconditional love and devotion than through a puppy’s responses? How better can we learn lessons about God’s patience than by planting a garden seed and watching it grow? Where better can we view a glimpse of God’s heavenly realm than through viewing an uncut gemstone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead …” (Romans 1:20-23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of honoring God and expressing our thanks to Him for all things is being a good steward of His creation. Imagine His pleasure when we respect the life of a simple yet beautiful, beneficial frog. And when we care for nature, we can care for others—which is God’s desire for all of us. Jesus said, “Follow me.” What better example of caring for others can we emulate than His?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, thank You for Your creation which teaches us about Your love and Your continual care of us. Help us to be thoughtful and caring in return—not only for our loved ones and friends, but for our enemies and for Your creation. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-6125040144103455835?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6125040144103455835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=6125040144103455835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/6125040144103455835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/6125040144103455835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/natures-lessons.html' title='NATURE&apos;S LESSONS'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yow7_Gr94R4/TniUwincoEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hnznwswW1Y8/s72-c/Badlands%2BPuppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-7390450333930690973</id><published>2011-09-12T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T06:35:09.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>ACCEPTANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-938lJAzGgfA/Tm4Kb4Gd1SI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qwP2THdYGEo/s1600/Baby%2BBuffalo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-938lJAzGgfA/Tm4Kb4Gd1SI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qwP2THdYGEo/s320/Baby%2BBuffalo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother accepts her baby regardless of how red or wrinkled, how long or short, how beautiful or not, so God accepts us in spite of all our imperfections. He is the one who makes the imperfect perfect, through His Son, Jesus Christ. Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Chosen&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a youngster, I had trouble keeping up in Phys. Ed. I couldn’t climb a rope, touch my toes, or do a passing broad jump. In softball, my pitching and batting were pathetic and as an outfielder, every time the ball came towards me I ducked. When the team leaders chose me last, I felt unimportant and unwanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this is true with many others. Listening to some kids today makes us realize the deep, unfulfilled longings in their lives. Their parents perhaps expect too much from them. They feel the sting of unpopularity. They’re called embarrassing names. So they grow up discouraged, which can lead to depression, anxiety, fear, rebellion, anger, substance abuse, and a host of other symptoms. Marriages in particular can suffer because of childhood trauma experienced by one or both spouses.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We all need to feel accepted. When we don’t, it’s easy to enter the pity-party mode. I’ve been there, and learned that if I continue in such a mind-set, nothing will change. So I make a conscious choice to get over it. How do I do this? Sometimes I start praising God for the good things in my life, whether I feel they’re good or not. Other times I yank my thoughts away from someone’s supposedly-uncaring words and think about their strengths.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Still other times I pray. Like king David prayed in some of the Psalms, I let God have it with both guns—my complaints and my miseries of the moment. And, like David, I end our one-sided conversation with words of thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without fail, my attitude changes immediately. I remember how much God loves me and His mercies are new every morning. I remember that He has accepted me and chosen me to be His child. I remember, like David said in Psalm 27:10, that “When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take care of me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer, praise, Bible reading, journal writing—these are all good ways to “get over it.” Paul writes that, through Christ who loves us, we are more than conquerors. His prayer is that we “may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height—to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge ….” (Ephesians 3:18-19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, let the love of Christ dwell so richly in us that we will not be adversely affected by feelings of unacceptance. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-7390450333930690973?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7390450333930690973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=7390450333930690973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7390450333930690973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7390450333930690973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/acceptance.html' title='ACCEPTANCE'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-938lJAzGgfA/Tm4Kb4Gd1SI/AAAAAAAAAIE/qwP2THdYGEo/s72-c/Baby%2BBuffalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-2531575049911668343</id><published>2011-09-07T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:56:44.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>MERCIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emdlQWYS3Ac/TmeUIuX1VzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WnjYY1-vVCY/s1600/Acts%2Bof%2BMercy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emdlQWYS3Ac/TmeUIuX1VzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WnjYY1-vVCY/s320/Acts%2Bof%2BMercy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While vending at a craft show earlier, I parked my car in the wrong spot. Thanks to the mercy of people in charge, they did not tow my car away. They could have. They should have. I’m thankful they didn’t. If we stop and think about it, we could find many instances of merciful acts delivered for our benefit, couldn’t we? Thanks to Jesus, He delivers His mercy to us every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blessed Are the Merciful&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus walked the earth, people learned quickly about His merciful acts. Dozens     came running to Him, crying “Have mercy on me, Lord!” And He always did. He healed ten lepers. He raised a sick girl and Lazarus from the dead. He cast out demons that tormented people. He showed mercy to those who asked and to those who did not.   &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to be merciful? The Oxford Dictionary says mercy is “kindness or forgiveness shown towards someone who is in your power.” Kindness, a part of the fruit of the Holy Spirit, and forgiveness are important characteristics of God that He wants us to pass on to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.” (Matthew 5:7) Does that imply we should be merciful so we will receive mercy in return? Yes, but only in the sense that showing mercy gives us feelings of joy and satisfaction knowing we’ve helped someone and knowing it’s the right thing to do as a follower of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being merciful isn’t always easy, though. When someone is impatient with us, it’s sometimes easier to shout back than to be patient with them. When we see someone hurting, we may tend to turn away because we have something “more important” to do. When we have been slandered or misrepresented, we sometimes take offense and even retaliate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither does mercy always come easy for us when it applies to the mistakes people make. I think back to when I felt impatient with my young kids as they charged headlong into a mistake after I had told them the “right way” to do something. When they messed up, I felt like yelling, “I told you so!” And if I didn’t say it aloud, I pasted a smirk on my face so they got the idea. Can you relate? As a more mature adult, I still find it isn’t always easy to deal with boneheadedness—even though I act like a bonehead at times.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, mercy is evident all around us. We see and hear about acts of kindness from and to strangers. We marvel at the mercy some people show to those who don’t deserve it. Yet, should we marvel? As Christians we’re supposed to always show mercy as Jesus did. He’s our perfect example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, thank You for Your unending mercy toward us. Open our eyes to those who need mercy and teach us how to be merciful as Christ is to us. In His name we pray, amen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-2531575049911668343?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2531575049911668343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=2531575049911668343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2531575049911668343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2531575049911668343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/mercies.html' title='MERCIES'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emdlQWYS3Ac/TmeUIuX1VzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WnjYY1-vVCY/s72-c/Acts%2Bof%2BMercy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-139190863330866455</id><published>2011-08-29T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:27:02.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>SCHOOL IS FOREVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3I01bCFqjJ0/Tlu9tKowfbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0HHHgFw0iTE/s1600/New%2BKind%2Bof%2BFrog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3I01bCFqjJ0/Tlu9tKowfbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0HHHgFw0iTE/s320/New%2BKind%2Bof%2BFrog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re never finished with our learning. Whether it’s trying new words or styles of writing, building a better mousetrap, or identifying a new animal or plant, we’re smart to always be open to the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom. So it is in the Christian life. The more we read God’s Word, the more we learn about Him. The more time we spend meditating and praying, the closer we become to Him. Now, there’s a goal to pursue! He alone is worthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Testing Time&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seasons dictate who starts school when. In the natural world, spring is the time for baby animals to learn vital lessons from their mamas. Birds learn how to fly, fawns how to protect themselves from danger, and foxes how to hunt for food. Humans, on the other hand, usually start school in the fall. Kids around the globe learn how to read and write and solve math problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As animals and humans learn, they study for the inevitable tests they face after lessons are completed. Passing a test of strength, ability, and cunning can mean life or death for an animal. Passing school tests can mean future success or failure for a student. Smart students study for tests. I remember many late nights reviewing everything I’d been taught. I didn’t want to miss any test questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grownups keep learning new things, too. If we review the information, we’ll be able to apply it to our lives or avoid repeating mistakes. We’ll gain self-confidence, expertise, and success for our efforts. Perhaps you remember the joy in learning how to build a set of cabinets, or can dill pickles, or use the Internet. Practice and review made it easier and, in essence, you passed the test of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning new things applies to a Christian’s life, too. As we study the Bible we discover that living a life for Christ means more than attending church on Sunday, saying the right words, and doing the right things. The test comes when we realize that being a Christian is much more than that; it is accepting Christ as Savior and Lord of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such testing requires self-examination. Do we truly believe Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life? Or, like many, do we believe there are various paths to heaven, that Jesus was simply a good man, or that our good deeds will give us entry to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul said, “Examine yourselves as to whether you are in the faith. Test yourselves. Do you not know yourselves, that Jesus Christ is in you?—unless indeed you are disqualified.” (2 Corinthians 13:5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being “in the faith” means being righteous through Christ’s gift of salvation. Without that, we fail the test. But through self-examination, we can learn if we fall short and then take steps to mature in our Christian walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, as we grow in Your grace, stumbling and falling along the way, we take joy in knowing that You are always with us to encourage, empower, and restore. May we ever strive for maturity for Jesus’ sake. Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-139190863330866455?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/139190863330866455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=139190863330866455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/139190863330866455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/139190863330866455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-is-forever.html' title='SCHOOL IS FOREVER'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3I01bCFqjJ0/Tlu9tKowfbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0HHHgFw0iTE/s72-c/New%2BKind%2Bof%2BFrog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-5393782038082778390</id><published>2011-08-22T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T14:11:23.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>KING OF THE HILL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZP2FAxMP-c/TlLF55qFjAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V-Mhj3pbmsE/s1600/King%2Bof%2Bthe%2BHill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZP2FAxMP-c/TlLF55qFjAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V-Mhj3pbmsE/s320/King%2Bof%2Bthe%2BHill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a recent trip to the North Dakota badlands, we enjoyed watching the prairie dogs. They’re very social mammals, and I call their villages “kingdoms.” It’s hard to tell which one is king of each kingdom, however. Many of them stand upright and erect on top of their house, which is a big mound of soil, almost as if they’re vying for the privilege of being king of the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  By Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where is Our Kingdom?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog’s domain is his doghouse or kennel, his yard or his farm. A wolf and its pack claim a specific territory for its own, and heaven help anything that invades that space. We humans tend to be territorial, too. We jealously guard our homes, property, and accumulated goods against intruders. We count ourselves owners of our jobs, our families, and our hard-earned leisure time. In other words, we consider ourselves, whether consciously or subconsciously, kings of our castles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our “kingdom” is where we spend most of our time, our thoughts, and our indulgences. Some of us acquired our property through family inheritance. Others of us earned our way to the top, becoming “king” through hard work and expense. Still others consider themselves king of the very little they possess. Any way you look at it, we strive to be king of our domain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a kingdom, however, that goes beyond the natural—the kingdom of God. When Jesus lived on earth, the Jews looked for a king who would bring them freedom from the oppressive rule of the Roman Empire. What Jesus brought, instead, was the divine power of God in action—salvation from sin, spiritual power over Satan’s rule and dominion, healing and deliverance, and “a life of righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit.”  (Romans 14:17)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells us we are to seek God’s kingdom daily by resisting sin, the devil, and the world’s enticements. His kingdom is not for those who take lightly the discipline of prayer nor neglect the reading and meditation of the Word. Nor is it for those who have little spiritual hunger or desire to know God better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His kingdom is more like that of Jacob, from the Old Testament, who wrestled with God all night in order to obtain his blessing. His kingdom is like that of Elijah who challenged the Baal worshipers to a power-duel because he knew that his God, the One True God, would prevail over Baal, their man-made god. His kingdom is like that of Daniel’s three friends who were supernaturally rescued from a burning furnace because they insisted on worshiping and believing only in the One True God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who believe, the kingdom of God offers salvation, safety, peace, joy, and “unspeakable riches.” No other kingdom can offer that. It’s ours for the mere asking and believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we thank you that your kingdom of power and glory can be ours. We ask that only You—not any other “god”—will rule in our hearts, minds, and souls. In Jesus’ Name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-5393782038082778390?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5393782038082778390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=5393782038082778390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/5393782038082778390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/5393782038082778390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/king-of-hill.html' title='KING OF THE HILL'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZP2FAxMP-c/TlLF55qFjAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V-Mhj3pbmsE/s72-c/King%2Bof%2Bthe%2BHill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-9010092556737336148</id><published>2011-08-09T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T07:19:30.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>NATURE'S PEACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQ1_caaEdKQ/TkFBygasAZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yAh9pk2ehtg/s1600/Red%2BMoth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQ1_caaEdKQ/TkFBygasAZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yAh9pk2ehtg/s320/Red%2BMoth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given us an incredible natural world to enjoy. Summertime offers us vistas of color, texture, and shape to feast our eyes upon. As well, the enjoyment and study of creation bring needed peace to our soul when we need it. Imagine how pleased God is when we’re praising Him for every butterfly, beast, and blade of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only God Satisfies&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our resident hummingbirds gear up for their long trip south, their appetites become gigantic. More and more often, we must refill their feeders. The best food for the hummers, however, is the nectar produced by flowers. They flit from flower to flower for the best stuff and yet keep returning to our feeders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Processed sugar isn’t as good for them as naturally-made nectar. If that were all they had available, they wouldn’t be as healthy as those that also eat from the nectar of flowers. Sometimes I wonder if they’re thinking, “This sugar water is great stuff.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That’s the way with us humans, too. We eat more of the second-best stuff and think it’s great, when in truth our bodies crave the best foods. The irony is that the less we eat of the best, the more we go for the second-best. The need for self-satisfaction is evident in other areas of our lives, too. The more money we make, the more we crave psychologically. The more we drink and use drugs, the more we crave physically. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At one time in my life, I sought out the so-called pleasures of alcohol and partying. The day came, however, when I realized that none of it satisfied my soul. On that life-changing day, I finally realized that only God can fill my deep, spiritual need. On that day His peace and joy overwhelmed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all experience the need for God’s love and forgiveness, His peace and joy. God has put eternity in our hearts, we’re told in Ecclesiastes 3:11. In other words, He has purposely designed us with a deep, spiritual longing that can be met only through a relationship with Christ. That place in our heart is reserved for Christ alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we realize that nothing can satisfy except Christ, it becomes easy to surrender everything we own and desire to Him. Jesus invites us to empty ourselves so He can fill every part of us with His cleansing, unfailing love. The key words here are “every part.” If we hang onto the least bit of our bad habits, desires, and pride, we won’t experience the peace and joy He desires for us. And like the hummers, we’ll be satisfied with the second best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, reveal through Your Holy Spirit anything that keeps us from being satisfied with anything less than You. Give us the strength and will to surrender to You everything we think, speak, and do so we can be wholly satisfied in You. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-9010092556737336148?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9010092556737336148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=9010092556737336148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/9010092556737336148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/9010092556737336148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/natures-peace.html' title='NATURE&apos;S PEACE'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQ1_caaEdKQ/TkFBygasAZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yAh9pk2ehtg/s72-c/Red%2BMoth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-2799925463595072198</id><published>2011-08-02T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T06:34:38.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>CELEBRATE CREATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P9f75GVkZWc/Tjf8mFbCQEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Mbz6kqGL7F4/s1600/Badlands%2BBalancing%2BRocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P9f75GVkZWc/Tjf8mFbCQEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Mbz6kqGL7F4/s320/Badlands%2BBalancing%2BRocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer days are meant to celebrate. God’s glorious creation offers us the chance to rest and relax and reconnect with God. One of my favorite Bible verses is Romans 1:20. “For ever since the creation of the world His invisible nature and attributes, that is, His eternal power and divinity, have been made intelligible and clearly discernible in and through the things that have been made (His handiworks). So men are without excuse…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Celebrate!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebration is meant for weddings, births, family reunions, holidays, holy days, and any other event. In fact, there are so many celebrations across our country—especially during the summer—that we can pick almost any town and find something to celebrate. There are Renaissance fairs, county and state fairs, and music festivals. We celebrate pumpkin harvests, rutabagas, and apples. We toast famous men such as Will Rogers and Mark Twain with parades, and famous battles of the Revolutionary and Civil Wars. We celebrate with parades, food, games, fireworks, fun, and fellowship. There’s virtually no end to what or how we celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s people also celebrated victorious events. They sang and danced after God led them across the Red Sea. They celebrated major victories over their enemies. They celebrated, and still celebrate today, the famous Passover of the Angel of Death after living under Pharoah’s rule for 400 years. They still rejoice at harvest times and other events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us today even celebrate the deaths of loved ones whom we believe have passed from this life to eternal life with Christ. Such celebration is able to minimize our sorrows for their loss and maximize the peace and joy we receive from our hope and faith in His promises.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One event we celebrate surprises me every time I read of it and partake of it—that of the Lord’s Supper. When it came time for Jesus and His disciples to celebrate the Passover, although knowing He would soon die a cruel death, He said, “With fervent desire I have desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer; for I say to you, I will no longer eat of it until it is fulfilled in the kingdom of God.” (Luke 22:15-16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be Jesus’ last chance to share in the earthly celebration and He made the most of it by using the unleavened bread and wine as a remembrance of Himself. Thinking only of them, of their spiritual welfare, He fervently—with passionate joy—offered Himself to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we, too, partake of His body and blood, we’re reminded not only of His suffering and death for our sake, but we celebrate the same hope of the disciples, that of spending eternity with Him. Each partaking of the Lord’s Supper should become a celebration of joy and hope and communion with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, thank You for cause to celebrate life with family, friends, and with You. May we always be mindful of Your sacrifice for our sin and may we always be filled with joy that comes when we commune with You. In Jesus’ name, amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-2799925463595072198?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2799925463595072198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=2799925463595072198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2799925463595072198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2799925463595072198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/celebrate-creation.html' title='CELEBRATE CREATION'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P9f75GVkZWc/Tjf8mFbCQEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Mbz6kqGL7F4/s72-c/Badlands%2BBalancing%2BRocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-3772333263856658708</id><published>2011-07-25T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T07:14:37.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>JESUS IS THE ROCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1pzD2p55CA/Ti16KDzIOPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/77T9Nu808uU/s1600/Pile%2Bof%2BBadlands%2BRocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1pzD2p55CA/Ti16KDzIOPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/77T9Nu808uU/s320/Pile%2Bof%2BBadlands%2BRocks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rocks of life that we drag around can become so heavy that we lose our spiritual joy. What rocks need moving in your soul? Doubt that Jesus can bring blessings out of your problems? Disbelief in His promises, causing you to place your trust in other things such as your own strength or intelligence or feelings, in doctors, drugs, or alcohol? Why not place your heavy rocks at the cross and let God deal with them? With His help, you can move a mountain of rocks. The Bible says so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Move That Rock!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young and my dad farmed, every summer my sister and I had to help pick rocks. It seemed like our land grew more rocks than crops. How we hated that job. We always ended up with sunburn, broken fingernails, sore backs, and a sore attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock-picking is a necessary evil for anyone who works the soil. Farmers can’t afford the time and expense of repairing or replacing plows, cultivators, and harvest machines that have been damaged by a rock. Some field rocks are so big that it’s easier to simply plow around them. Like big elephants, they can’t be moved without the help of special machinery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rock that was rolled in front of Jesus’ tomb was huge, too. If anyone had tried to roll it away, it couldn’t have been done because tombs back then were lower in elevation than the land in front of the entrance. When the disciples witnessed Jesus’ death and burial, they were devastated. They couldn’t see beyond the rock that seemed so immovable. No good could possibly come out of such a hopeless situation. For them, it spelled the end of three glorious years with Jesus, their friend. Only by the supernatural power of God could it have been—and was—moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God had something else in mind, something so astounding, they could hardly believe it. His burial site was exposed and found empty. Now they understood His promise that after three days He would rise from the dead. Such news and proof should bring joy to His followers today, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, however, we tend to keep Jesus behind the seemingly-immovable rock. Sometimes, when death or illness threatens, we find it hard to believe new life can come from it. Sometimes it seems impossible to see beyond the rock of defeat or rejection, anger or hurt feelings. “And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.” (Romans 8:28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Jesus’ disciples were called to fulfill His purpose, we too are called. In obedience and love, we can know with certainty that however big the rocks seem in our lives, God will help us move them. And something even better will come from the moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, give us the strength, wisdom, and will to move the rocks that prevent us from loving You and fulfilling Your purpose in our lives. In Jesus’ name, amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-3772333263856658708?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3772333263856658708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=3772333263856658708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/3772333263856658708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/3772333263856658708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/jesus-is-rock.html' title='JESUS IS THE ROCK'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1pzD2p55CA/Ti16KDzIOPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/77T9Nu808uU/s72-c/Pile%2Bof%2BBadlands%2BRocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-1444364651537743073</id><published>2011-07-19T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T06:29:48.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOEuPDVbMS0/TiWGp4Eo4uI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YrBfyF2U4fA/s1600/alaska%2BDenali%2BViewSmall2005%2B006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOEuPDVbMS0/TiWGp4Eo4uI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YrBfyF2U4fA/s320/alaska%2BDenali%2BViewSmall2005%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture one summer morning when my daughter and her family accompanied me to Alaska. It’s unusual to see the top of Denali as we did that morning. Already, one little cloud showed itself, and in hours the summit was obliterated with clouds. God truly blessed us with a glimpse of His marvelous handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The High Places&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt. McKinley (Denali) is the tallest mountain in North America at 20,320 feet. It is a magnet to nature lovers, photographers, outdoors enthusiasts, and mountain climbers. Its profound beauty, however, shrouds its dangers: violent winds, sleet, snow, severe cold, and avalanches. But nothing stops several hundred climbers who struggle to reach its summit each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are man-made high places, too. Many cities vie to build the highest building. Larger-than-life statues of people and animals are seen all over our planet. We use high places as landmarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although God’s people, the Israelites, worshipped Him, they built other gods—something visible to the eye—and set them on high places. When they looked up at their man-made gods, they believed they saw the object of their strength. Idol worship eventually resulted in their downfall as a strong, mighty nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Kings 12:2-3 tells that king Jehoash “did what was right in the sight of the Lord … but the high places were not taken away; the people still sacrificed and burned incense on the high places.” That scenario is repeated several times in the books of Kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things haven’t changed. Our lesser gods aren’t necessarily statues of mythical creatures or dead heroes. They consist of more familiar things such as gems and money, classic vehicles, and other things of great monetary value. Even while worshipping God, it’s easy to set things above Him—things such as our homes, families, friends, careers, leisure pursuits, health, churches, spiritual leaders, and ministry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Though we worship God, claiming Him as our Lord and Savior, do we put our trust in something or someone else? When one of the New Testament scribes asked Jesus what the first commandment was, He answered: “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.” (Mark 12:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could spend hours meditating on that verse. We could ask, how much of my heart am I devoting to the One True God? How much of my soul (emotions and will) belongs to Him? How much of my mind is focused on Him and on my service to Him? How much of my inner and outer strength do I allow Him to control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, draw us—heart, soul, mind, and strength—away from anyone or anything we may set on a higher place than You. Though we don’t see You visibly, we see the work of Your hands and learn about You in Your Word. Help us remember that Your grace is sufficient for all our needs. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-1444364651537743073?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1444364651537743073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=1444364651537743073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/1444364651537743073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/1444364651537743073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/rocky-mountain-high.html' title='ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IOEuPDVbMS0/TiWGp4Eo4uI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YrBfyF2U4fA/s72-c/alaska%2BDenali%2BViewSmall2005%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-3053420011653912374</id><published>2011-07-11T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T06:21:31.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>THAT SPECIAL TOUCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4aqfe2u1iM/Thr4xsxAe0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/vIDtlY-ZahE/s1600/Special%2BTouch%2BBlog%2B2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4aqfe2u1iM/Thr4xsxAe0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/vIDtlY-ZahE/s320/Special%2BTouch%2BBlog%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re never too old to learn and never too old to serve. May the love of God in you compel you to serve Him in a new way. It will stretch your faith and propel you out of your comfortable lifestyle, and it will bring you joy unspeakable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never Too Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Missionary couple Charlie and Debbie Chivers recently spoke at my church about the work of Special Touch, a ministry that serves handicapped people. The Lord nudged me into signing up as a caregiver at their recent summer camp near Waupaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to expect, I was apprehensive about caring for someone disabled. Then I learned there would be not one, but three people under my 24/7 care. Yikes! After the first night—with a scant three hours sleep—I wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God had amazing blessings in store for me and by the end of the third night I knew I wanted to return next year. Love flowed among the 175 guests and 125 staff members like a constant waterfall. It caused me to worship God with abandonment, as uninhibited as the guests. It brought me to a state of total contentment with whatever unpleasant task I faced. It taught me to trust God without a familiar, daily schedule. He led me moment by moment to perform each necessary task. And He gave me the grace and strength to do it willingly, without a thought about my own feelings or needs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When one of my girls got sick, I didn’t hesitate to clean it up. When they clung to my hand as we shuffled from building to building, I remained patient with their slow pace. When they became upset over something, I hugged them fiercely. I cut up their food, helped them shower, changed their clothing. When they laughed, I laughed. When they cried, I cried. I felt like their mother, though two were in their seventies, like I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn’t want us to remain comfortable in our faith, but to stretch it by taking a new step of service to others. Peter stepped out of a boat to meet Jesus on turbulent water. Elderly Abraham stepped out of his tent to follow God to a new, uncharted land. Reluctant Moses led God’s people across the Red Sea and through the desert to the Promised Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to remain static and comfortable. It’s scary to step into a new role. But the love of Christ within us will help us grow in faith and be of greater service to Him. “But concerning brotherly love … you yourselves are taught by God to love one another, and indeed you do so … but we urge you, brethren, that you increase more and more ….” (1 Thessalonians 4:9-11 in part) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, give us willing, humble hearts to follow Your leading no matter what our age, circumstance, or readiness. And bless caregivers everywhere. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-3053420011653912374?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3053420011653912374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=3053420011653912374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/3053420011653912374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/3053420011653912374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/that-special-touch.html' title='THAT SPECIAL TOUCH'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4aqfe2u1iM/Thr4xsxAe0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/vIDtlY-ZahE/s72-c/Special%2BTouch%2BBlog%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-3374846602190207762</id><published>2011-07-04T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T08:02:20.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>RUGS THAT RUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbZPnHUFKF8/ThHV3NIeusI/AAAAAAAAAGs/elkn5SRtv6w/s1600/Rugs%2BThat%2BRun%2BBadger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbZPnHUFKF8/ThHV3NIeusI/AAAAAAAAAGs/elkn5SRtv6w/s320/Rugs%2BThat%2BRun%2BBadger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been a Wisconsinite nearly all my life, and saw our state animal, the badger, in the wild for the first time. The badger dug into the soil so fast, in seconds it had displaced it into a large mound. They truly do look like cute rugs with their short legs and long fur. But I wouldn’t want to tangle with one, nor did the prairie dogs. Nature being nature, however, it’s inevitable they’ll manage to catch a few prairie dogs in spite of their warning system and their running speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Positive Feedback&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On a recent trip to the North Dakota badlands, my daughter, granddaughter, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching prairie dogs in their villages. Cute as buttons to us, they’re tasty morsels for badgers, as we soon learned when we happened to see one (my daughter calls badgers “rugs that run”) chase a prairie dog. The dog ran into its tunneled hole, the badger bounding behind. The other prairie dogs set up a loud and constant chatter, and several “guards” stood on their mounds from a safe distance. The feedback chatter from the other prairie dog villagers lasted during the entire episode. We watched for a long while but didn’t stick around for the final outcome. The last we know is that the badger remained in the tunnel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feedback is important. In the case of the prairie dogs, I imagine their feedback came in the form of warnings. Perhaps it came as encouragement, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need encouragement. The word comes from courage. When we face any sort of danger or feel desperate or discouraged, positive feedback from someone is always welcome. I treasure the many encouraging words I receive about my Eternal Perspectives columns. When I find it hard to write the right words for a new column, I need only remember someone’s email letter telling me how the column helped them get through a tough situation. When I wonder if I’m too preachy in my messages, I’m reminded that my message to you is for me, also. My words then become the positive feedback I need to get my own spiritual house in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible speaks of courage and encouragement. God’s people are often beset with problems and dangers, and God intends that His words will give us hope. Paul wrote to the new Christians in Colosse, asking “that their hearts may be encouraged, being knit together in love ….” (Colossians 2:2) Like the prairie dogs that live in tightly-knit villages for the sake of safety and fellowship, we too need one another. Being knit together in the love of Christ, we become constant encouragers and hope-givers. Without the companionship of family and friends, we can easily flounder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The continual feedback from God’s word, prayer, and fellowship with our Christian brothers and sisters, brings us hope and joy that will help us through any danger, despair, or discouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we thank You for Your living Word, Jesus. May we ever seek You through Him so we can become a source of encouragement to others. In Jesus’ name, amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-3374846602190207762?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3374846602190207762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=3374846602190207762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/3374846602190207762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/3374846602190207762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/rugs-that-run.html' title='RUGS THAT RUN'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbZPnHUFKF8/ThHV3NIeusI/AAAAAAAAAGs/elkn5SRtv6w/s72-c/Rugs%2BThat%2BRun%2BBadger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-6957403060487281987</id><published>2011-06-27T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T06:39:46.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>SUMMER IS HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFQIdFlfBQE/TgiH9DAkv7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/U0RhHatND9M/s1600/Lupines%2B2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFQIdFlfBQE/TgiH9DAkv7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/U0RhHatND9M/s320/Lupines%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the living is marvelous. Green grass, red fawns, yellow dandelions, and other bee-you-tee-ful flowers. The lupines are my favorite, and this year they’re extra tall. It’s time to spend time outside enjoying God’s creation. It offers therapy and healing, and never ceases to bring a smile.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seeds that Multiply&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful Wild Lupine plants are in full bloom. One plant spike contains dozens of five-petaled flowers all the way from stem to tip, which can be as long as twelve inches. They’re so abundant that the roadsides and fields are a blue and pink feast to the eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupines are not only pleasing to the eye, they offer other benefits as well. They give nectar to the endangered Karna blue butterfly. In fact, the lupine is that caterpillar’s only host plant. The lupine, a legume plant, also restores nitrogen to the soil. Some of the 200-plus species of lupine are referred to as green manure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each flower from one lupine plant can produce between ten and twenty seeds. It’s mind-boggling to imagine how many more lupines can be reproduced from a single plant. If not for insect predators, we would see lupines everywhere. But that’s true of many plants, which exist to reproduce more of their kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus told a parable about seeds, recorded in Matthew 13, that reminds me of the life of a lupine plant. Jesus is the One who sows the seed through His Word and through the words and deeds of us Christian believers. He uses us to plant good seeds along the roadsides and in the field of the world. But we can sow His seeds of love only if the soil of our own heart produces attractive and beneficial crops like lupine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 5:19-20 says: “the fruit of the Holy Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness, and self-control.” Such fruit is what all Christians should ask for, strive for, and live for, so the seeds we sow in the name of Jesus will reproduce good fruit in others. The more we do that, the more seeds of God’s love and joy and peace we can spread throughout our world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day God gives us the opportunity to sow good seeds that will produce an abundant crop of beautiful and useful soul-food, like the lupine. Every day God gives us the opportunity to keep bad seeds—worry, envy, unbelief, discontent, and pride—from getting mixed in with the good. The day will come when He will gather His harvest. As with any crop, the harvest will entail getting rid of the fruit of bad seed. Only the fruit of the Holy Spirit’s seed will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we look toward the day of Your harvest, when “the righteous will shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of their Father.” (Matthew 13:43) Thank You for the privilege of planting seeds of love, joy, and peace in the world. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-6957403060487281987?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6957403060487281987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=6957403060487281987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/6957403060487281987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/6957403060487281987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-is-here.html' title='SUMMER IS HERE!'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fFQIdFlfBQE/TgiH9DAkv7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/U0RhHatND9M/s72-c/Lupines%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-439023919976608692</id><published>2011-06-20T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T07:20:43.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>JUNE IS FOR COUPLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxJYOBFNhJI/Tf9XBy6AB7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qOmB9jnTOow/s1600/Badlands%2BTwo%2BPrairiedogs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxJYOBFNhJI/Tf9XBy6AB7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qOmB9jnTOow/s320/Badlands%2BTwo%2BPrairiedogs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my recent trip to the Theodore Roosevelt National Park in the Badlands near Medora, ND, I saw pairs of bison, mule deer, prairie dogs, and many varieties of songbirds. Love is in the early summer air for animals and humans alike. What is more exciting than a wedding in June? What is even more exciting than to be united with Christ in His love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Royal Weddings&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent wedding of William and Kate brought oohs and aahs from many viewers. No one could deny its beauty and perfection. Kate’s attire and William’s regal presence awed the massive crowd. The well-trained horses didn’t miss a step. Color, glitter, pomp, and pageantry filled the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding brought joy and hope to the people. Surely anyone living under a kingdom would want to exult in their beneficent, royal leaders. Even when their leaders falter, display character flaws, and disappoint, the people look to them as exalted rulers who will keep them from hardship and harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We who follow Christ can also exult in our God who is the King of all kings and Lord of all lords. The Bible is filled with references of His royal attributes. “Your eyes will see the King in His beauty.” (Isaiah 33:17) “The Lord … is clothed in majesty ….” (Psalm 93:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family of William and Kate will reign over England and its territories for many years to come. By contrast, our God will reign “forever and ever.” (Revelation 11:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People throughout the world will honor and rejoice over their royal leaders. However, the Bible tells us to give honor to God. “Hallelujah! For the Lord God omnipotent reigns. Let us be glad and rejoice and give Him glory ….” (Revelation 19:6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s an even greater contrast between earthly and spiritual royalty. Followers of Christ are much more than mere subjects of a kingdom who must be content to watch a royal wedding. As inheritors of God’s kingdom, we receive all the benefits of royalty. We are the bride of Christ—that is, the Christian Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate’s white gown was spotless. We too must be spotless—without sin. Such a condition comes only through repentance and acceptance of God’s Son, Jesus Christ, as not only our Savior from sin, but as Lord of our lives. Only then will we become the recipients of everything that royalty offers. “For the kingdom of God is … righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit.” (Romans 14:17) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, thank You for giving us the awesome opportunity of becoming a member of Your kingdom. Thank You for promising us eternal life in Your kingdom. We are humbled by Your majesty and we exalt You. Continue to reign over us in Your truth, beauty, and holiness. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-439023919976608692?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/439023919976608692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=439023919976608692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/439023919976608692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/439023919976608692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-is-for-couples.html' title='JUNE IS FOR COUPLES'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxJYOBFNhJI/Tf9XBy6AB7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qOmB9jnTOow/s72-c/Badlands%2BTwo%2BPrairiedogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-4943580283632406761</id><published>2011-06-13T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:58:58.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>EXUBERANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5E5eQJtCIyo/TfZBWi2GKuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C2Zt0lF4g_k/s1600/Exuberance%2BBaby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5E5eQJtCIyo/TfZBWi2GKuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C2Zt0lF4g_k/s320/Exuberance%2BBaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies have a way of wrapping us around their fingers. Who can resist them? They learn how to manipulate their irresistibility at an incredibly young age. For grandmas like me, that’s fun. Whether innocent or not, ya gotta love ‘em. Best of all, so does God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Benefits of Praise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy watching animal shows on TV. My favorites are about newborns that romp and play around their mothers in the prairie grass, on mountaintops, and under water. Their antics tickle my insides. Perhaps they make God, their Creator, laugh too. Perhaps their exuberance at life is simply their way to praise Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human children are just as uninhibited and exuberant in their playful praise. Watching a toddler splash in water or run through raindrops brings sheer pleasure and joy to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s heart receives our exuberant praise with joy, too. He encourages us to praise Him—whether we clap our hands, shout, sing and dance, or raise our hands. He encourages us to be still before Him, which is another way to offer praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise is a powerful tool that hinders the devil’s plans. Through praise, God brings us out of our spiritual slumps. Through praise, he breaks our habits of complaining. Through praise, He replaces our fears with faith and turns our negative thoughts to positive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise is a discipline we all should learn. When we’re in a slump or facing a difficult situation, we can choose to praise God in and for the situation as we go through it. The bible tells us, “Therefore by Him let us continually offer the sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of our lips, giving thanks to His name.” (Hebrews 13:15) Think of it this way: when you don’t feel like praising God, decide to sacrifice your feelings and do it anyway. Such beautiful sacrifice brings great rewards. Such sacrifice brings a sense of God’s power and presence like nothing else. When we offer praise to God before the battle is won, we open the way for Him to bring us victory. Praise in the tough times brings us hope and encouragement and power to meet our adversaries. What are our adversaries? The temptation to smoke or do drugs or eat too much, the feeling of helplessness or fear or anger, the pain of rejection or illness or grief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, no matter what our age or circumstance, help us to be as exuberant as a baby critter in our praises to God. We agree with the Psalmist: “I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth.” (Psalm 34:1) In Jesus’ name we offer you our sacrifice of praise. Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-4943580283632406761?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4943580283632406761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=4943580283632406761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/4943580283632406761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/4943580283632406761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/exuberance.html' title='EXUBERANCE'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5E5eQJtCIyo/TfZBWi2GKuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C2Zt0lF4g_k/s72-c/Exuberance%2BBaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-999372506472540579</id><published>2011-06-06T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T07:19:58.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>EAGERLY WAITING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ny0KUlzt564/Tezhd6EV_GI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aZBnAkpJenQ/s1600/White%2BThroated%2BSparrow%2BEagerly%2BWaiting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ny0KUlzt564/Tezhd6EV_GI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aZBnAkpJenQ/s320/White%2BThroated%2BSparrow%2BEagerly%2BWaiting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something big was happening. Ann, my niece, started to scatter sunflower seeds on her deck for the resident chipmunk. Every day the chippie came. The news spread. A chickadee joined the chippie, then a nuthatch, then a white-throated sparrow. Two more appeared. Then three. Then … Now they all watch and wait for their daily rations. The crowd has grown and is eager—just like the pray-ers were during the great Prayer Meeting Revival. Great things come to those who faithfully wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Great Prayer Meeting Revival&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started on Sept. 23, 1857, during a desperate time in America. On the edge of financial collapse, banks and businesses failed, and unemployment figures reached many thousands. People in desperate straits didn’t know where to turn for help. The spiritual climate showed the Christian religion in decline as well. That’s when Jeremiah C. Lanphier posted a sign outside a New York church advertising a prayer meeting during the noon hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many prayer meetings, only a handful of people attended at first. But as they began to meet weekly, the numbers grew. Soon the people met daily to pray. When their numbers outgrew the church capacity, other churches and even a large theater opened their doors for prayer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 150 interdenominational prayer meetings took place in Brooklyn and Manhattan alone. Within six months, over 10,000 men met to pray daily in New York. The prayer revival soon leaped to Philadelphia, Chicago, Louisville, Cleveland, St. Louis, and many other cities to the west and then overseas. In fact, the meetings continued until 1860, just before the American civil war began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was little or no preaching during those daily meetings—only unified prayer. The results of such persevering prayer astounded the world. By 1859 the hearts of over two million people had turned to God through personal repentance. In parts of Europe, the revival continued during the American Civil War. In America it brought us such spiritual giants as William and Catherine Booth, who founded the Salvation Army, and Dwight L. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great Prayer Meeting Revival is a testament to perseverance. Paul wrote in 1 Thessalonians 5:17, “Pray without ceasing … for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” Anything worthwhile requires perseverance. When we see the broken hearts of people around us—the sick, the depressed, the helpless—we should be compelled to pray without ceasing for them. God wants all of us to be reconciled with Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.” (James 5:16) Fervent prayer accomplishes great results, as shown by the great Prayer Meeting Revival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, thank You for hearing our prayers. Kindle a fire within us that will become another Prayer Meeting Revival. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-999372506472540579?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/999372506472540579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=999372506472540579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/999372506472540579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/999372506472540579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/eagerly-waiting.html' title='EAGERLY WAITING'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ny0KUlzt564/Tezhd6EV_GI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aZBnAkpJenQ/s72-c/White%2BThroated%2BSparrow%2BEagerly%2BWaiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-1662470137997710357</id><published>2011-06-01T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T06:51:33.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>CHANGING COATS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWbMfRzd-oo/TeZD05KZLyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ynUnEQT4Lvo/s1600/Striped%2BDeer%2BSpring%2B2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWbMfRzd-oo/TeZD05KZLyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ynUnEQT4Lvo/s320/Striped%2BDeer%2BSpring%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deer up here in the Northwoods are finally shedding their gray winter coats for the rusty-red ones that help to camouflage them in summer. When this doe came through my yard this morning, I laughed at her striped coat. Half gray, half rusty-red, she reminded me of a transplanted zebra. Within a week, I expect her gray coat will be totally shed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Change Happens&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s said we can be sure of only two things: death and taxes. We might add one more thing: change. Every day we’re bombarded with items that have changed literally overnight. Our favorite style of shoes has been replaced by a new style. The roll of toilet paper has become narrower. A new computer program has made ours obsolete and useless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harder yet to deal with are the sudden changes in our circumstances. A death in the family, a divorce, or a new job—they all cause stress to our mind and body. Every change requires time to adjust. And when too many changes take place too fast—even happy events such as a wedding or birth—our systems become overloaded and stress takes its toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a cooker equipped with an adjustable steam valve to control its pressure, we seek ways to control our inner pressure. Taking a walk or pulling weeds helps dissipate anger. Writing a letter or journal entry calms our spirit and offers a new perspective. Drinking a cup of cocoa or eating a chocolate bar soothes the turmoil in our gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the days of cavemen, people have used the “fight or flight” instinct when facing sudden change. Sometimes flight has its purpose, such as in seeking shelter from a dangerous storm. At other times, we may be tempted to fight a situation head-on. Our decision to flee or fight usually determines the outcome—safety from the storm we fled, or victory over the enemy we faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of our response to change, we know that eventually we must accept change. In fact, change can be a blessing rather than a curse. And when we choose to count on God’s strength and wisdom, changes become easier and the results more satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s ways of lovingly leading us into change are far better than our own. He knows exactly what we need to learn from the experience as well as in what area we need to grow in faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.” (James 1:3-4) Change does not have to be difficult when we allow God to have His perfect work in us, thereby increasing and strengthening our faith “wised up” and “toughened up, we won’t have to endure stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, help us to wise up and toughen up whenever we face change. Help us remember that with You, all things are possible, so we need not face change fearfully. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-1662470137997710357?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1662470137997710357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=1662470137997710357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/1662470137997710357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/1662470137997710357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/changing-coats.html' title='CHANGING COATS'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PWbMfRzd-oo/TeZD05KZLyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ynUnEQT4Lvo/s72-c/Striped%2BDeer%2BSpring%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-4991928328566370773</id><published>2011-05-23T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T07:25:48.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>DANDELIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qCXAMT3z5E/TdpuS4UcNCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AjBp-GY-qUQ/s1600/Dandelion1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qCXAMT3z5E/TdpuS4UcNCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AjBp-GY-qUQ/s320/Dandelion1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like some other flowers, dandelions close their proverbial eyes at night. Come morning, they open into beautiful, butter-gold blooms that are a feast to our eyes. I've decided that since they're too prolific to think about eradicating, I might as well enjoy them. Now when I look out at the golden sea in my yard, I smile. Actually, I laugh, content that I'm not alone in hosting the 'lions, for every field and yard and roadway is covered with them. Perhaps part of their purpose is to remind us that God even uses pernicious weeds to show His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;        by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keeping the Veil Open&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I recently wrote about the curtain, or veil, of the temple being torn in half when Jesus died on the cross, allowing total access to God. No more blood sacrifices are required for our sins, since Jesus sacrificed His own blood on our behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The veil has been opened. But sometimes we close our hearts to that fact. For instance, when we plan our day—and our future—without asking God what He wants us to do, we draw the veil closed. God tells us, “Do not put your trust in princes, nor in a son of man (nor in ourselves, I add), in whom there is no help. His spirit departs, he returns to his earth; in that very day his plans perish.” (Psalm 146:3-4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we hurry into the day without feeding on God’s Word and communing with Him, we draw the veil closed. Psalm 37:5 says, “Commit your way to the Lord; Trust also in Him, and He shall bring it to pass.” “Direct my steps by Your Word ….” (Psalm 119:133) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to believe that God can bring something good out of our terrible situation closes the veil over our heart. “And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.” (Romans 8:28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we believe we don’t deserve God’s love or aren’t good enough to be accepted by Him, the veil closes. The Bible says, “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversely, if we believe someone else doesn’t deserve God’s love and salvation, we’ve closed the veil. “Judge not, that you be not judged … why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your own eye?” (Matthew 7:1, 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we simmer and stew and take offense to what someone said to or about us, the veil closes. “Let all bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor, and evil speaking be put away from you, with all malice. And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.” (Ephesians 4:31-32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, You’ve opened the veil so we can have fellowship with You. Help us to keep it open every day, regardless of our circumstances and feelings. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-4991928328566370773?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4991928328566370773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=4991928328566370773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/4991928328566370773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/4991928328566370773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/dandelions.html' title='DANDELIONS'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_qCXAMT3z5E/TdpuS4UcNCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AjBp-GY-qUQ/s72-c/Dandelion1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-8297517899044479202</id><published>2011-05-16T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T07:43:52.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>THE STEPS OF SUMMER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eytKMUX3lCQ/TdE4AOrqi_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/4d_l8N-6LCo/s1600/Wood%2BTic%2Bfor%2BBlog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eytKMUX3lCQ/TdE4AOrqi_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/4d_l8N-6LCo/s320/Wood%2BTic%2Bfor%2BBlog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, ice presented us with a challenge along the trail. Now it’s wood ticks. The little buggers are everywhere. They drop from overhanging branches, crawl onto our socks from the grass, and sometimes I think they bomb us from the air itself. But unwelcome intruders as they are, God has given them the purpose of feeding the birds. They simply add to our summer experiences and challenges. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Step at a Time&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The wooded, meandering trail still had ice on it which had built up, and been compacted by earlier trekkers. The only way to reach our destination was to keep moving and, in this case, move slowly and deliberately. Our greatest concern had to be the next step, not the destination. At times we had to stop and consider where to place our feet without fear of slipping or falling.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our walk with God could be compared to hiking a trail. In fact, the Old Testament tells about men of God who didn’t know the details of their future but who trusted God to lead them on the right path. They knew little more than the next step. Joseph, for instance, though imprisoned and without knowledge of his future, believed God would reveal the next steps he should take. Abraham left his home country at God’s command without knowing his destination. Countless Christians called by God to enter the mission field simply left their comfortable lives, trusting that God would take them where He wanted them to minister.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;None of us knows what our future holds on this earth. Our job is simply to walk with God, trusting in His guidance and His promises to plant our feet where they should go. Such a simple trust will propel us forward, knowing with assurance that God will direct us. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It’s when we focus on the icy trail ahead that our walk is hindered. Fear of movement will cripple us, rob us of God’s promised trail-blessings, and prevent others from starting or continuing their own walk through life with God.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fear of the unknown looms large in the hearts of many. But usually the “What ifs” we ask ourselves come to nothing. The opposite of fear is faith. God’s Word asks for faith, promotes faith, encourages faith. It is a fact that there are at least 365 “Fear nots” in the Bible—one for every day of the year. That’s enough to cause all of us to start walking!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.” (Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we want to walk with You one step at a time and depend on Your leading. Keep us from fearing the icy steps ahead. Rather, keep our minds and hearts on Your perfect path. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-8297517899044479202?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8297517899044479202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=8297517899044479202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8297517899044479202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8297517899044479202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/steps-of-summer.html' title='THE STEPS OF SUMMER'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eytKMUX3lCQ/TdE4AOrqi_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/4d_l8N-6LCo/s72-c/Wood%2BTic%2Bfor%2BBlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-4030867505425439048</id><published>2011-05-09T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:11:54.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>HARD PRESSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDeIPI0k5N4/TchYepej46I/AAAAAAAAAFY/BxGlzQnoxb0/s1600/Copper%2BFalls%2B5-6-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDeIPI0k5N4/TchYepej46I/AAAAAAAAAFY/BxGlzQnoxb0/s320/Copper%2BFalls%2B5-6-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copper Falls during high water rivaled any I’ve ever seen. The water roared as it raced down its boulder-strewn path. It spewed mist in its wake, casting delicate rainbows, while tumbling through narrow canyons. Water offers us a picture of God’s awesome beauty and power. Whether it comes as a trickle or a flood of problems, we can count on His presence to help us through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;     by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never Give Up&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early 1800s William Carey, known as the “father of modern missions,” spent hours translating and printing the Bible into as many East Indian languages as possible. Then, while away from home, his print shop went up in flames. He lost his printing press, his complete library, typeset for 14 languages, hundreds of reams of paper, thousands of printed sheets, and much more. “The work of years—gone in a moment,” he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Carey did not mourn long. “We are not discouraged,” he wrote. “We are cast down but not in despair.” His words mirror those of Paul in 2 Corinthians 4:8-9. “We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed …”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life happens. Fires destroy, diseases strike, losses occur. But Paul reminds us that in any time of trouble, God is with us. He would want us to get up again when we’re knocked down. Self-pity, despair, and hopelessness should not be in our vocabulary. When we’re willing to go forward and try again, God will surely bless us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of William Carey, God used his loss to catapult his mission to greater success. People began to donate their money and volunteer their services to help rebuild and enlarge his Godly industry. By 1832 complete Bibles, New Testaments, and separate books of the Bible had been printed in 44 languages and dialects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are resilient—able to withstand or recover quickly from difficult conditions—and trust God to take us through, there is no end of the blessings He will bestow on us. The key is to focus on Him through His Word. There are countless verses of encouragement we can use to bring about resiliency and hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance: “Everywhere and in all things I have learned both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” (Philippians 4:12-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And: “(We) sent Timothy, our brother and minister of God, and our fellow laborer in the gospel of Christ, to establish you and encourage you concerning your faith, that no one should be shaken by these afflictions; for you yourselves know that we are appointed to this.” (1 Thessalonians 3:2-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we thank You for being with us through thick and thin, like a good friend but much more. We look to You as the One who encourages and strengthens us, and restores our losses with so much more. In Jesus’ name, amen.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-4030867505425439048?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4030867505425439048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=4030867505425439048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/4030867505425439048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/4030867505425439048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/hard-pressed.html' title='HARD PRESSED'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDeIPI0k5N4/TchYepej46I/AAAAAAAAAFY/BxGlzQnoxb0/s72-c/Copper%2BFalls%2B5-6-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-8366431002398227086</id><published>2011-05-02T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T06:57:22.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>BURDENSOME WEATHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Np_88t4UXuk/Tb64H00Or_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MSS59vsVTrQ/s1600/April%2B27%2B2011%2B6%2Binches4%2Bedited%2Bsize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Np_88t4UXuk/Tb64H00Or_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MSS59vsVTrQ/s320/April%2B27%2B2011%2B6%2Binches4%2Bedited%2Bsize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Spring can be a pain. This year, for instance, up here in the Northwoods, Winter has had a choke-hold on Spring, releasing itself at times just enough to bring Spring to her knees, gasping for life. But the promise remains … and we look toward nicer days. May we never forget that God’s promises remain, too. His blessings of peace and joy as we worship and serve Him are never-ending. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burdens Made Light&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;While hiking down a mountain, a grouse startled me, causing me to trip and lose my balance. Catching myself, I ran down, my heavy backpack ready to push me headfirst onto the ground. I finally managed to slow and then stop, but not without hard huffing and puffing. I laugh now thinking about what a sight I must have been, but at the moment of difficult descent, I struggled mightily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience caused me to start carrying less weight on the trail. That’s a hard lesson for many of us. We tend to over-burden ourselves with non-essentials. Think about it. We collect stuff, hoard stuff, cling to stuff that is simply fluff. Yes, I know that some stuff—even fluff stuff—is necessary for living a comfortable life. But the more we collect, the more time it takes to file it, clean it, protect it, think about it. The list of things we collect is endless: clothing, appliances, household items, collectibles, vehicles, even our fun toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we all need to stop and consider our limitations. Some of us are stronger than others and can carry heavier loads. Most of us, however, carry more than we need. Like my hike down the mountain, this can lead to a life of imbalance, a loss of vision for the beauty around us, and a breathless exertion that is unnecessary and unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily, our current economic situation has caused many people to pare down on their possessions. Living a simpler life, one with fewer encumbrances, has become the mantra for a growing number of us. Like mountain hikers, we’re packing less stuff, making our lives easier, freer, more satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus ministered on earth without a bed on which to lay His head. His was the perfect example of an unencumbered, fulfilling life as God meant it. He doesn’t necessarily want us to go to His extremes, but His example does show us that He wants us to count on His help in carrying our burdens. He is more than able to supply all our needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, help us trust that You will meet all our needs so we won’t be tempted to overpack. Teach us what is necessary and what is non-essential to our lives as we travel Your path up and down the mountains of life. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-8366431002398227086?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8366431002398227086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=8366431002398227086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8366431002398227086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8366431002398227086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/burdensome-weather.html' title='BURDENSOME WEATHER'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Np_88t4UXuk/Tb64H00Or_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MSS59vsVTrQ/s72-c/April%2B27%2B2011%2B6%2Binches4%2Bedited%2Bsize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-3174394143920523956</id><published>2011-04-25T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T07:06:02.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>MAKING ROOM FOR NEW LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PS0PPmYhtpI/TbV_eknc8BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jhp2s1yG5pY/s1600/Spring%2BShoots%2B2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PS0PPmYhtpI/TbV_eknc8BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jhp2s1yG5pY/s320/Spring%2BShoots%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the brittle, dead asparagus stalks to make room for the new shoots. During this time of year, our gardens and yards, fields and forests are filled with new life. May the new life of Christ abound in you as well—in all that you think, say, and do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Death Road&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While my grandson, Alex, and his youth mission team traveled throughout Bolivia, they had to take the “death road” from La Paz down the mountain to a jungle village. According to AAA, Bolivia’s Death Road is considered the most dangerous road in the world, and every week someone is killed on it. If you search for “Bolivia death road” on the internet, you’ll see some frightening pictures. After reaching the end, Alex sent a text message to his mom: “I had fear for lunch today.” Thankfully, they made it down, and back up two weeks later, without incident.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is a spiritual death road, too, which is something everyone should avoid. We know our body will die some day. But whether our spirit dies or lives after our physical death is for us to choose. The Bible sets the choice before us. We can experience eternal life with Christ or eternal death without Him. Jesus told His disciples, “Do not be afraid of those who kill the body … but I will show you whom you should fear: fear Him … who has the power to cast into hell.” (Luke 12:5)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone choose eternal death in hell? It is the biblical promise of life after death that gives hope to believers in Christ. Without hope there is nothing but futility and fear. A nurse once told me she could tell when dying patients believed in  Christ as their savior because they had a peaceful countenance and attitude, even in the midst of pain. Conversely, those who did not believe, who rejected the truth of the resurrection, displayed fear and anxiety about their dying.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die.” (John 11:25)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What a promise! The truth of Jesus’ bodily resurrection is the crux of the Christian faith. We Christians can celebrate Easter Sunday every day of the year—not with bunnies and eggs and candy, but with the knowledge that we will be resurrected some day with Christ for eternity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It’s part of our nature to feel fear from sudden danger, as my grandson and his mission team felt while going down the Death Road. But knowing we hold the promise of spending eternity with Christ can banish our fear in an instant.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, You have set before us life and death. We choose life—with its blessings of peace and joy here on earth and with its hope of spending eternity with You. Thank You for being the Resurrection and the Life. Amen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-3174394143920523956?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3174394143920523956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=3174394143920523956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/3174394143920523956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/3174394143920523956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/making-room-for-new-life.html' title='MAKING ROOM FOR NEW LIFE'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PS0PPmYhtpI/TbV_eknc8BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jhp2s1yG5pY/s72-c/Spring%2BShoots%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-7887404409058257692</id><published>2011-04-18T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T07:48:41.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>WHITEOUTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WxY7LVucdjE/TaxPIQxpe2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/WkX_7jCLsDE/s1600/blinding%2Bsnow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WxY7LVucdjE/TaxPIQxpe2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/WkX_7jCLsDE/s320/blinding%2Bsnow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I gave a talk at the public library in Columbus, Wis., near Madison. All went well until I started home. I encountered numerous snow showers that slowed my progress—at times to a halt. With winds at 30 mph or more and gusts to 50 mph, the snow bursts became virtual whiteouts. It’s eerie when a whiteout suddenly obscures your vision like a thick, white curtain. If I hadn’t written today’s devotional earlier, I surely would have been inspired from yesterday’s drive home. It’s about another curtain, the veil in the temple. May God bless you this week with joy and peace as you celebrate Jesus’ resurrection, which allows us total access to God. Hallelujah, He has removed the veil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Open Curtain&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the curtain goes up, it means the play is about to begin. We will now be able to see the much-anticipated actors and action. Hopefully, the closed curtain will rise and we will get our money’s worth—a good performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days of Moses, the Israelites dealt with a closed curtain. God instructed them to construct a curtain, or veil, for their portable tabernacle. The curtain in God’s dwelling place, in the Holy of Holies room, separated Him from the people. Once they settled in Jerusalem, they built a temple, complete with a new curtain made for God’s new dwelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their perpetually-closed curtain was meant to keep the sight of God separated from the people because they could not look upon His awesome glory and holiness and yet live. It also obstructed sinful man’s approach to a perfect God Who would not tolerate sin. There was no direct entry to God in the Holy of Holies behind the veil except by the high priest who, once a year, was allowed to enter the sacred room. And even he could not enter without presenting a blood sacrifice and a cleansing of his body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that everything in the Old Testament conceals what the New Testament reveals. When Jesus died on the cross—by virtue of His own blood shed for our sins—it brought a glorious end to the need for any separation between God and man. The curtain’s purpose ended on a sudden, dramatically-supernatural note when God’s mighty hand tore it from top to bottom at the very instant that Jesus said, “It is finished.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer would sinful man have to stand afar off from God. Jesus forever removed the obstacle to fellowship with God for anyone who would approach Him through faith and in spiritual worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer of Hebrews 10:19-22 clearly explains this wonderful truth. “Therefore, brethren, having boldness to enter the Holiest by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way which He consecrated for us, through the veil, that is, His flesh, and having a High Priest over the house of God, let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we thank You for removing the veil so we can approach You through faith. Thank You for giving us victory over sin and death through Your Son, Jesus, who is our Overcomer. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-7887404409058257692?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7887404409058257692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=7887404409058257692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7887404409058257692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7887404409058257692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/whiteouts.html' title='WHITEOUTS'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WxY7LVucdjE/TaxPIQxpe2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/WkX_7jCLsDE/s72-c/blinding%2Bsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-7454753408024494617</id><published>2011-04-11T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:16:56.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>Bunnies and Eggs and Lambs,  Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyD-68xecJs/TaMNL425CMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zHT9zk-_1mM/s1600/Little%2BHorns%2Bfor%2Bblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyD-68xecJs/TaMNL425CMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zHT9zk-_1mM/s320/Little%2BHorns%2Bfor%2Bblog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite symbol of this season is the lamb. When my kids were young, we raised a couple lambs. Like puppies, they were adorable. We also found them dumb, helpless, and vulnerable to danger. But they never ceased to cause me to think of God’s great sacrifice of His only Son, Jesus. He submitted Himself to torture and death so we might live in forgiveness of our sins and in close fellowship with Him now and in eternity. Hallelujah! “Behold! The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!” (John 1:29)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Red Thread&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life is dependent on the blood that flows through our veins and arteries. Its red and white cells, plasma, and platelets have distinct and complex jobs. Simply put, our blood gives us oxygen for energy and food for fuel and heat, and it provides us with a built-in alarm system that tells us when something is not working right. Blood is so powerful that without it, we would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood is powerful in the spiritual sense, too. Did you know that the Bible carries a “red thread” from the books of Genesis through Revelation? That is to say, the Bible tells the story of Jesus’ blood sacrifice throughout the entire Bible. An agnostic told me she could not believe in a religion that taught about blood sacrifice. Little did she know how important it is to our spiritual wellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, after Adam and Eve sinned, God clothed them with the skins of animals that could not have been taken without the shedding of blood. We can fast forward to the story of the Israelites when God delivered them from Egypt across the Red Sea. Before they left, they were instructed to smear lamb’s blood on their doorpost as protection from death by God’s angels. The blood became their covering, or atonement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made an everlasting covenant with His people that included the sacrifice of animals. He promised redemption from sin and protection from death to eternal life. His blessings included power and healing. His promise holds true today for those who believe in Him. But there is a great difference between then and now. No longer do we need to offer blood sacrifices for our well-being. Christ did it for us, once, and for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time during this Lenten-Easter season to meditate on the great sacrifice our Savior made for us. Remember that “God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is our High Priest—the One who took over the job of Israel’s former high priests who sacrificed animals to atone for, or cover, the sins of the people. I repeat: Jesus took it upon Himself, once, for everyone, to cover our sins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We thank You, Lord, for Your shed blood that gives us these gifts: spiritual energy to live according to Your will; food from Your Word and Spirit for a healthy body and mind; and warnings to heed against our enemies. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-7454753408024494617?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7454753408024494617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=7454753408024494617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7454753408024494617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7454753408024494617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/bunnies-and-eggs-and-lambs-oh-my.html' title='Bunnies and Eggs and Lambs,  Oh My!'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyD-68xecJs/TaMNL425CMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zHT9zk-_1mM/s72-c/Little%2BHorns%2Bfor%2Bblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-7508802365816174378</id><published>2011-04-04T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T06:31:59.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>WHERE'S THE LOVE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-viHWNM_FPlY/TZnIK9GkaJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fTDUlHAvvdg/s1600/Mad%2BDeer%2Bfor%2BGood%2BSameritan%2BBlog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-viHWNM_FPlY/TZnIK9GkaJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fTDUlHAvvdg/s320/Mad%2BDeer%2Bfor%2BGood%2BSameritan%2BBlog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t you think the family of deer pictured here would be nicer to each other? That’s the puzzle about relationships. Sometimes we humans quickly change from the feeling of love and closeness to that of anger, spite, or disgust. The biblical example of the Good Samaritan offers us a good example to follow. Jesus IS our example. May this week offer you opportunity to meditate on the lessons in His parable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is Our Neighbor?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have new neighbors, a friendly, young couple whom I intend to get to know better. Their political views may be different, their religious affiliation may not match mine, and their lifestyle surely varies because of our age difference. But none of that matters. They’re my neighbors. That means as a follower of Christ, I must offer them my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus’ parable about the Good Samaritan talks about neighbors. Not much is said about the victim in the story, the man stripped and beaten by robbers. Did he, like his attackers, have evil intentions against someone? According to society, did he deserve to be rescued? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The priest and Levite in Jesus’ story walked by the victim without offering to help because they had much at stake. Their law demanded that they not touch a bleeding man. Doing so would have required submitting to a long process of ritual cleansing, taking time away from their duties and leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Samaritan, however, provided extraordinary care. He didn’t question the victim, but simply acted on a need without counting the cost. He bound the man’s wounds, using his own oil and wine. He set the man on his own donkey, probably choosing to walk, and took him to an inn. He stayed with the man all night, probably losing sleep because of his moaning. If all that wasn’t enough, he even used his own money to pay for the man’s stay and told the owner he’d make up any required difference when he returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you or I go to such lengths to help someone we didn’t know? Consider the lengths Jesus went to for our sake. He suffered a cruel, undeserved death on the cross to rescue us from sin, dis-ease, and eternal death. How can we not respond to the needs of others after receiving Jesus’ extraordinary rescue of us? To our neighbor who we may not think deserves help? To the person who may differ in political or religious views? Who may speak abrasively? Who may be ungrateful and contrary? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus asked the lawyer, who set out to trick Him with the question, “Who is my neighbor?”, “Which of these three do you think was neighbor to him who fell among the thieves?” When the lawyer answered correctly that it was the merciful Samaritan, Jesus simply said, “Go and do likewise.” (Luke 10:36-37)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, may Your love overflow in us so much that we, like the Good Samaritan, will be compelled to go and do likewise, without counting the cost of our time, reputation, and money. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-7508802365816174378?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7508802365816174378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=7508802365816174378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7508802365816174378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7508802365816174378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/wheres-love.html' title='WHERE&apos;S THE LOVE?'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-viHWNM_FPlY/TZnIK9GkaJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fTDUlHAvvdg/s72-c/Mad%2BDeer%2Bfor%2BGood%2BSameritan%2BBlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-7205007618145178312</id><published>2011-03-28T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:31:45.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>NIBBLES AND FEASTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rRbUIOUp_SE/TZDh-KSGkYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mtWeUrTa_Zg/s1600/Deer%2Bwith%2Bopen%2Bmouth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="254" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rRbUIOUp_SE/TZDh-KSGkYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mtWeUrTa_Zg/s320/Deer%2Bwith%2Bopen%2Bmouth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of spiritual eating habits do you have? Do you nibble little bites of God’s Word here and there as your time “permits?” Or do you keep nibbling until you’re filled and satisfied? Perhaps you gobble your daily Word in quick bites without savoring the flavor and texture. We probably all should review our spiritual eating habits, making necessary changes in order to feast on God’s rich and nourishing Word—His table banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt; By Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hunger Pains&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deer look healthy this winter. Some days they merely nibble at my meager offerings of food, going instead to the nutritious cedar leaves and wild shrub tips to get their sustenance. I don’t imagine there are many starving deer around our area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us in America have enough to eat, too. But there are those who do go hungry, and their hunger pains are real. If they don’t receive nourishing food, they end up suffering disease or even death. The problem of hunger across the globe is huge. As concerned Christians, we can give money or food items to help supply a starving world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunger pains come in different forms. There’s the gut-wrenching pain from lack of food; there’s also the pain of disease that comes from poor nourishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual hunger can cause pain, too. Jesus said, “I am the bread of life. Your fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, and are dead. This is the bread which comes down from heaven, that one may eat of it and not die. I am the living bread which came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever; and the bread that I shall give is My flesh, which I shall give for the life of the world.” (John 6:48-51)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we partake of His Word, our whole being fills with nourishment that gives us strength, power, and life. Our spiritual meals must be eaten daily just as our food meals are eaten. As a Christian sister from my church explained, we wouldn’t want to eat an unhealthful meal at a fast-food restaurant before going to Grandma’s house for a home-cooked feast. Think about it. We’d be too full of junk food to enjoy the good stuff. We’d disappoint Grandma, hurting ourselves and her, for turning down the food she’d spent hours preparing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we don’t eat the right foods, our stomachs hurt. When we don’t eat of God’s nourishing Word, our souls hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, give us a gut-wrenching hunger every day for Your Word and Spirit. Help us to remember that Your food is what will keep us spiritually strong and powerful. May Your life-giving food in us draw others to You. And may we never forget to help the truly hungry—not only with food but with the Bread of Life. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-7205007618145178312?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7205007618145178312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=7205007618145178312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7205007618145178312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7205007618145178312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/nibbles-and-feasts.html' title='NIBBLES AND FEASTS'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rRbUIOUp_SE/TZDh-KSGkYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mtWeUrTa_Zg/s72-c/Deer%2Bwith%2Bopen%2Bmouth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-2068008006701510493</id><published>2011-03-21T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:14:23.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>SPRING BLESSINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xayLl-086C8/TYexCBEFM2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kqhGXtckmLw/s1600/Spring%2BFlowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xayLl-086C8/TYexCBEFM2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kqhGXtckmLw/s320/Spring%2BFlowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of my illness and pain, I'm looking forward to the spring flowers and sunshine. I'm counting my many blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Expiration Dates&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I checked the few prescription drugs in my medicine cabinet and discovered some as old as Methuselah. Out they went in the trash, because they’re ineffective and possibly dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitchen also holds outdated stuff—cans and boxes of food stamped with “best used by …” some past date. Yikes! It’s hard to throw out food I’ve paid for but haven’t used or eaten—especially the stale potato chips.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I find the same situation when perusing the clothes in my closet. Some I’m hanging onto in hopes of fitting into them in the future. Others are out of style or I’m just plain tired of them. Still others, like last year’s tennis shoes, are so ratty—but comfortable—that I’m ashamed to keep them in sight next to my newer ones. They clearly should be labeled with “Best used by …”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about today’s mindset about old age—the mindset of some to put an invisible expiration date on senior citizens and handicapped people—I’m appalled. Since when should an old man in a wheelchair, who’s unable to speak, be written off as useless and unable to keep contributing something positive to his family or society? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The value of a person does not—or should not—come from age, ability, or intelligence. There’s a lot to be said about the joy and emotional well-being that a handicapped person brings. We all have something to contribute. There’s a lot to be said, also, about the wisdom and experience that comes from age. It behooves us to respectfully listen to our elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells us we are all of value. Jesus said, “The very hairs of your head are all numbered …. you are of more value than many sparrows.” (Matthew 10:31-32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139 speaks of God’s incredible care for us. “For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made … My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them.” (verses 13-16)&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the food we eat or the medications we take, our bodies are not stamped with an expiration date. Only God knows the day we will expire. And even then, those of us who know Him personally and serve Him will live on in eternity with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, show us how to value every living thing, even as You value us and all of creation. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-2068008006701510493?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2068008006701510493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=2068008006701510493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2068008006701510493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2068008006701510493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-blessings.html' title='SPRING BLESSINGS'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xayLl-086C8/TYexCBEFM2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kqhGXtckmLw/s72-c/Spring%2BFlowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-6529473616670850816</id><published>2011-03-14T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T07:30:50.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>WOLVES, CATERPILLARS, AND STORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XY6uW-_1wKY/TX4mYwWERlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fNMIMqRfxZY/s1600/Caterpillar%2B02-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XY6uW-_1wKY/TX4mYwWERlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fNMIMqRfxZY/s320/Caterpillar%2B02-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do hungry wolves, caterpillars, and stories have in common? They’re all works in progress, they’re all waiting for something satisfying. A small pack of wolves has been patrolling the perimeter of my back yard waiting for a meal of unsuspecting or injured venison. The wooly bear I saw recently is awaiting freedom to fly with butterfly wings. My latest story, “Trouble at Fish Camp,” is awaiting final edit so it can fly into the hands of readers everywhere. Hope abounds for writers and critters alike. Hope abounds for all of us who believe in Jesus Christ as our Savior and Lord. May hope in Christ abound in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Praise in the Process&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Praise and thanks go hand in hand. It’s in our nature to thank someone for a gift after we receive it, not before. But it’s in the nature of God to cause us to praise and thank Him for things yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the story of the exiled Israelites who returned to Jerusalem from Babylon to restore their broken temple. Imagine the work ahead. They had to clear all the rubble before laying a new foundation. Not until then could the real work begin, that of rebuilding. They decided, however, to hold a praise and worship service after they laid the foundation—before beginning to rebuild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They sang praises and gave thanks to the Lord: ‘for He is good, for His mercy endures forever toward Israel.’ Then all the people shouted a great shout, when they praised the Lord, because the foundation of the house of the Lord was laid.” (Ezra 3:11) &lt;br /&gt;Sounds backwards, doesn’t it? But this was an act of faith on their part. In essence, what they said was: “We praise You in the process of building. What You start, Lord, You finish.” Oh, to have the faith to praise and thank Him for hearing our prayers even before He answers them! The Bible says that faith is the evidence of things not seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast to this story is that of the Israelites crossing the Red Sea. They celebrated once they reached the safety of the other shore. What faith did that show? Some, perhaps, but how much more if they had celebrated before they crossed over?&lt;br /&gt;We are meant to praise and thank God during good times and bad. While enduring sickness, grief, abandonment, or whatever, our praises to God will give us strength to carry us through the misery. Praise brings joy, and “The joy of the Lord is our strength,” according to Nehemiah 8:10. When we lose our joy, we lose our strength. When we lose our strength, we lose our power to defeat whatever enemy we face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of Christians have testified that praising God has not only brought them deep, abiding joy, it has changed their outlook on life and the environment around them. They then could better finish any task, face any challenge, or solve any problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we praise and thank You in good times and bad. May our faith in You be strengthened through Your Word and Spirit. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-6529473616670850816?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6529473616670850816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=6529473616670850816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/6529473616670850816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/6529473616670850816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/wolves-caterpillars-and-stories.html' title='WOLVES, CATERPILLARS, AND STORIES'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XY6uW-_1wKY/TX4mYwWERlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fNMIMqRfxZY/s72-c/Caterpillar%2B02-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-8928922210917956963</id><published>2011-03-07T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T06:46:15.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>A TIME FOR SEEKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIVj06RTvn0/TXTvgkAaJvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4j5QjsPh180/s1600/Rainbow%2Bover%2BWashburn%2B2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIVj06RTvn0/TXTvgkAaJvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4j5QjsPh180/s320/Rainbow%2Bover%2BWashburn%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m off to a Christian writer’s retreat in Green Lake. There’s much preparation involved for my six-day stay: prepare food, pack clothing, laptop, lamp, lots of writing and reading material, and see to dozens of details to tie up loose ends. If I don’t prepare carefully, I may be sorry. I may lose precious time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the retreat will be to seek God’s will in my writing endeavors. If I don’t prepare, I may miss out on what He wants me to write. Tomorrow may be too late. But thanks be to God, it’s never too late NOW to seek the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt; by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow May Be Too Late&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Death is not a popular subject in our culture. It comes suddenly for many—a heart attack, a road accident, an enemy’s bullet. It’s our human nature to see future days, not the end of days. We reach forward for an education, a mate, children, and business success with all of its earthly benefits. And when we retire, we’re encouraged to live healthy, full lives in our few remaining years. The only plans we make for our demise are in making a will, leaving a financial legacy, and buying a cemetery plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that there are no atheists in foxholes. It’s when we face possible death that we’re most likely to call out to God and think about the hereafter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, a devout follower of God, had such thoughts when he believed he was facing a mortal illness because of his past sins. “Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled …. Return, O Lord, deliver me! Oh, save me for Your mercies’ sake. For in death there is no remembrance of You; in the grave who will give You thanks?” (Psalm 6:2-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David’s words are a sobering reminder that once we die, it is too late to call upon God for mercy. That’s why David called on Him while he yet lived. This is a lesson for all of us. God wants us to call upon Him today, not only for help and strength, but for our eternal salvation, because once we die, it will be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s Word rings with reminders to be prepared for our last day on earth. “We then, as workers together with Him, also plead with you not to receive the grace of God in vain. For He says: ‘In an acceptable time I have heard you, and in the day of salvation I have helped you.’ Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.” (2 Corinthians 6:1-2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, like David, we want to be ready for the day of our death. We believe in and accept Your Son, Jesus, as our only Savior from sin. While we yet live, may we never forget the merciful sacrifice of His life on the cross for our sins. We thank You for Your loving salvation, in Jesus’ name, amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-8928922210917956963?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8928922210917956963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=8928922210917956963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8928922210917956963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8928922210917956963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-for-seeking.html' title='A TIME FOR SEEKING'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIVj06RTvn0/TXTvgkAaJvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4j5QjsPh180/s72-c/Rainbow%2Bover%2BWashburn%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-5615063273518230868</id><published>2011-02-28T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T07:02:02.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER ROUND OF ICICLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tcD2AybqpE4/TWu3xrRe46I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ElV9z10EoZ4/s1600/Icicles1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tcD2AybqpE4/TWu3xrRe46I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ElV9z10EoZ4/s320/Icicles1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short but welcome warm spell, it’s back to the icicle-producing deep freeze. May God’s love warm your heart no matter what the weather is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! I finished rewriting "Trouble at Fish Camp", Book Two of my “Ways of the Williwaw” series. My daughter Cherrie and I spent 11 hours going over all 115 pages. I’m so grateful to her expertise in editing and her willingness to help. Next round: add some necessary details and scenes. Then more editing by my critique group. I’m still hoping for May publication of the book. Look for upcoming excerpts of the book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Icicles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m like a little kid when I see small icicles along the edge of my roof. My fingers itch to knock them down or pull one off to suck on. Some, of course, are too big to consider breaking off. Then the danger of hurting someone or damaging the roof is reason enough to leave well enough alone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Icicles are beautiful in the glow of sunlight. Their interiors vary from one to the next, showing fine cracks and lines and other flaws. Their exterior growth comes from the relentless drip of water. They can be removed only by a child or home owner, or through exposure to sunshine or warm temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people could be compared to icicles—cold, unmoving, outwardly beautiful. Their “cold as an icicle” demeanor may have come from some harmful incident that started the process. Perhaps a child died, leaving the parent afraid loving another would mean loss of that one, too. Perhaps a divorce or separation brought layers of anger to the heart. Perhaps the experience of being abused triggered fear and distrust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s hope for those who have formed icicles around their hearts. Change can come by removing the memory of the relentless dripping that caused it. Removal can come from chipping away at the cause, sort of like shoveling the snow and ice off a roof. The only way to truly melt the icicle heart is by exposing it to warmth. Studies show that many people, especially children, have been emotionally healed through the warm, loving touch of a foster parent, a friend, or even an animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us are immune to heartbreaks. But we don’t want them to harden our hearts into ice. We don’t want leftover ice chips to harden our hearts. Rather, we should seek to destroy the effects of our past grudges, relentless hurts, crippling fears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible talks about the danger of having a heart of stone. An icicle can be likened to a stone—hard, immovable, unyielding—until the sun (that is, the Son of God) melts it. Embracing God’s love through Christ can free our hearts of icicles. Often, love shown by Christians melts hard hearts. So does reading and meditating on God’s Word. In fact, the Holy Spirit uses many ways to bring about the softening necessary to melt the icicles around our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it comes, His love will change our icy hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, remove our stony heart and “…give (us) a heart of flesh, that (we) may walk in (Your) statutes and keep (Your) judgments and do them.” (Ezekiel 11:19) In Jesus’ name, amen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-5615063273518230868?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5615063273518230868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=5615063273518230868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/5615063273518230868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/5615063273518230868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-round-of-icicles.html' title='ANOTHER ROUND OF ICICLES'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tcD2AybqpE4/TWu3xrRe46I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ElV9z10EoZ4/s72-c/Icicles1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-3248253800668987452</id><published>2011-02-21T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T06:25:35.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMINDERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--07iPPmMzlc/TWJ1p0TQNRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K-8gT5qi-2k/s1600/Worth%2Ba%2Bjournal%2Bentry%2B2-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--07iPPmMzlc/TWJ1p0TQNRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K-8gT5qi-2k/s320/Worth%2Ba%2Bjournal%2Bentry%2B2-2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you keeping a journal? Would you believe I keep four? My daily journal is handy for checking on my last haircut, snow amounts, visitors, and other mundane but important events. I keep a separate notebook to record observations about nature. Since I’m a speaker as well as writer, I keep a log and idea notebook that includes most details about my writing life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my spiritual journal that’s most important to me. I write it as a love letter to God, just as He writes His love letter, the Word, on my heart. It’s my way of saying thanks and asking Him for clarity and revelation. It’s my response to His great love for me. Writing to God keeps me focused on Him, something I need every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you keeping a journal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;  by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Tablet of Our Heart&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you’re like me, you have to write everything down or you’ll forget. I keep an updated grocery list, birthday list, and to-do list. It’s entirely different keeping track of things written on our heart—our emotional and spiritual list. We don’t have to be reminded to love our children and spouses, for instance. Our love and care cause us to keep our heart’s tablet filled with good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, sometimes we allow our heart to remember past offenses, too. In the process, we harbor anger and hatred and unforgiveness to such a degree that it hardens our heart. Eventually, such keeping track erases the good things we’ve written—joy and peace, feelings of contentment and accomplishment, kindnesses received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s Word has much to say about the condition of our heart and keeping His Law. When He wrote the Law, He meant it to be used in love, not in obedience for its own sake. Proverbs 3:1-8 offers us good guidance in this matter. It’s worthy of meditative thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My son, do not forget my law, but let your heart keep my commands; for length of days and long life and peace they will add to you. Let not mercy and truth forsake you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart, and so find favor and high esteem in the sight of God and man. Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths. Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord and depart from evil. It will be health to your flesh, and strength to your bones.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing God’s commands on the tablet of our heart brings incredible rewards, according to this proverb. Peace. Favor and high esteem with God and man. God’s direction. Good health. Strength. All these are the results that often follow a total commitment to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lifetime to write such a book on our heart—a lifetime of trust and dependence on God that comes only from daily interaction with Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we don’t want to remember past offenses, but Your love and mercy. Just as we don’t have to make a list to remind us to love our family and friends, we don’t need reminders to love and honor You, either. Thank You for writing Your love on our hearts. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-3248253800668987452?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3248253800668987452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=3248253800668987452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/3248253800668987452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/3248253800668987452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/reminders.html' title='REMINDERS'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--07iPPmMzlc/TWJ1p0TQNRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K-8gT5qi-2k/s72-c/Worth%2Ba%2Bjournal%2Bentry%2B2-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-8832352166602284567</id><published>2011-02-14T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:12:21.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE REAL THING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkCwxqNSguk/TVlFwI7o80I/AAAAAAAAADY/HQ7Su4afJbU/s1600/The%2BReal%2BThing-Mom%2Band%2BSal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkCwxqNSguk/TVlFwI7o80I/AAAAAAAAADY/HQ7Su4afJbU/s320/The%2BReal%2BThing-Mom%2Band%2BSal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing my book, "Williwaw Winds", people asked if the story happened exactly as I wrote it. Some believed the main character, Jake, was really my son, about whom I wrote the story. I explained—and still do when necessary—that the characters were made up but the story really did happen as portrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe fiction is often written as a deliberate counterfeit of a real happening so the reader will be able to identify with the characters. As my column below suggests, not all counterfeits are bad. Some have a positive effect on the receiver. My prayer for you this week is that, in all areas of life, God will give you the discernment to distinguish between good counterfeits and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Counterfeet&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Christian comedian Ken Davis once told about his young daughter preparing for a ballet recital.  She pulled on a pair of leg warmers as part of her costume.  Her dad called them “sox with the feet cut off.”  He told her she should have cut the feet out of a pair of much cheaper sox.  He called her expensive leg warmers “counterfeet.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Davis made a joke of his daughter’s “counterfeit” sox, his point was that sometimes we are led to believe a false version of the real thing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some natural counterfeits can trick us, like poison mushrooms, poison oak, and poison ivy. Man-made fakes such as counterfeit twenty-dollar bills are also meant to deceive us.  But some man-made counterfeits are beneficial, like false teeth and prosthetic limbs, and wigs.  Others are created for aesthetic or vanity reasons, such as silk flowers that beautifully mimic the real thing.  If we look around, we can find many counterfeits both in nature and in the world of human creativity and science.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil holds a sack full of counterfeits. He entices us to believe a part of, but not all, biblical truth. For instance, many are led to think that doing good works will provide them with a ticket to heaven. Others believe they must be more obedient to God’s rules before He will have anything to do with them. Satan also tries to persuade us wrongly that we’re all children of God so we don’t have to follow any rules because we live under “grace.” There is no hell, no consequence for sin, he also says. In fact, he will try any way possible to take the focus off of the truth of Jesus’ death and bodily resurrection as being the only way to salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s Word clearly tells us to beware of false teachings.  The only way to avoid them is to go to the Word of God and search the truth.  “But there were false prophets among the people, even as there will be false teachers among you, who will secretly bring in destructive heresies, even denying the Lord who bought them … many will follow their destructive ways, because of whom the way of truth will be blasphemed.”  (2 Peter 2:1) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we want to follow You according to Your truth, not with “counterfeet.” Give us wisdom from your Word so we can discern what is Your truth and what is counterfeit. Help us also to responsibly share Your truth with others.  In Jesus’ name, amen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-8832352166602284567?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8832352166602284567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=8832352166602284567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8832352166602284567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8832352166602284567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/real-thing.html' title='THE REAL THING'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkCwxqNSguk/TVlFwI7o80I/AAAAAAAAADY/HQ7Su4afJbU/s72-c/The%2BReal%2BThing-Mom%2Band%2BSal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-6894643950690256385</id><published>2011-02-07T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T07:51:12.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>YOUR SPECIAL VALENTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TVASukMmfZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rU61MSQZOLI/s1600/Sal%2Band%2Bthe%2BSnowman%2Bwith%2BLove%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TVASukMmfZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rU61MSQZOLI/s320/Sal%2Band%2Bthe%2BSnowman%2Bwith%2BLove%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, nothing can compare to the love of God. His love is higher than the highest mountain, deeper than the deeper sea. It encompasses all nations, all of creation. The most fragrant rose, the brightest diamond, the most succulent candy, the tastiest and most elegantly-served meal, the most heartfelt hug or loving gesture cannot compare to His love. May He be your special valentine today and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air! I love you readers and want you to be MY valentine, too. The first person to respond (leave a comment) to this Blog Post will receive a FREE, postpaid, signed copy of my book, Williwaw Winds, as my humble way of saying Thank You. E-mail me at:&lt;b&gt;info@cedarhavenbooks.com&lt;/b&gt; with your name, address and e-mail address so I can notify you about my book. Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God’s Extravagant Love Letter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever receive a love letter? In sixth grade I received my first love letter in the form of a big, flowery valentine. James, a handsome show-off, would do head stands to impress me during recess. I blushed and giggled. His valentine, the most ornate in class, cost a whole dollar. Back then, during my adolescent days, we usually spent our money in nickels and dimes—not dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved out of state that year, so I lost touch with James. I kept that valentine for many years, however, not only for its beauty but because it showed me I was worth such an extravagant price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps most love letters result in long-lasting marriages. And perhaps most couples save their old love letters as reminders of the love relationship that blossomed—in part because of the letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s love for us is even more extravagant than ours for each other. His love letter, the Bible, tells us from beginning to end how much He cares. Some authorities say there’s a red thread that weaves itself through every book of the Bible—a thread that speaks of God’s heart of love offered through His Son, Jesus’ shed blood on Calvary. Jesus’ death and resurrection became the bridge that reconciles us to God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without that bridge of love, sin separates us eternally from Him—in spite of our goodness or commandment-keeping. There’s a song that goes: “What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s love costs infinitely more than a dollar. He wants us to accept it. Not with giggles and blushes but with humility and with love returned. We can read His love letter every day of our lives and still not know its fullness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:37-39)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we don’t have to lose touch with You even if we move out of state. Your Word, Your love letter is more than a keepsake; it’s our lifeline. Help us to meditate on it daily, to live it, and to draw others to it by the love we have for Jesus. In His name we pray, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-6894643950690256385?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6894643950690256385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=6894643950690256385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/6894643950690256385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/6894643950690256385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/your-special-valenting.html' title='YOUR SPECIAL VALENTING'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TVASukMmfZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rU61MSQZOLI/s72-c/Sal%2Band%2Bthe%2BSnowman%2Bwith%2BLove%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-4789406557677248102</id><published>2011-01-31T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T06:52:43.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>THE EXPECTANT DEER, THE EXPECTANT WRITER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TUbLp2BLZDI/AAAAAAAAADE/O5Jjeva20Bo/s1600/Expectations%2Band%2BMad%2BDeer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TUbLp2BLZDI/AAAAAAAAADE/O5Jjeva20Bo/s320/Expectations%2Band%2BMad%2BDeer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day they come to my back yard, sometimes one alone, other times two, three, as many as seven, eight, even 10. They meander, jog, gallop, shove, push, stomp, fight their way to the corn I scatter. They’re always expectant of a few mouthfuls. Some of the does already have full bellies. They’re bulging with babies.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;If you’re a writer as I am, you too are bulging with babies—your stories that are growing in your mind. You’re expecting great things from those babies. Perfect plots, dramatic dialog, sizzling scenes, and characters created from endless hours of painful, joyful thought.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;As you nourish your babies with diligent writing and with the encouragement and help from others, may God bless you in your expectations. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;        by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Expectations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;A woman automatically expects her husband to be supportive of her. A child who studies hard expects to receive good grades. A grandparent expects at least a thank you for the present given to a grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;But things don’t always turn out the way we expect. Disappointment can come quickly when our expectations are not met. Sometimes anger can spread its ugly tentacles, too. Expectations also can become unreasonable, causing depression and hopelessness. Such feelings, when unresolved, are likely to affect our physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual health.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We all have expectations, most of them reasonable. When we take good care of our vehicle, we expect it to get us where we’re going. When we marry, we expect our spouse to show us love and respect. When we go to work, we expect our boss to be organized, appreciative, and kind to his workers.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;We even expect good things from ourselves. When we eat right and exercise, we expect good health. When we work hard, we expect good results. But our best efforts fail us sometimes, too. Does that mean we should lower our expectations? Or perhaps have fewer of them? As a parent, spouse, or friend, we may have to do that many times. We do know that every day we must make many choices. Based on our expectations, the results will be either good or bad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We can, however, always expect great things from God. His Word is filled with great promises. He alone is truly dependable. His ways are best for us. “Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.” (Lamentations 3:22-23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we let Him do His work in us—rather than trying to make things better by our own work—our expectations will always be exceeded. “My soul, wait silently for God alone, for my expectation is from Him.” (Psalm 62:5) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followers of Christ can place ourselves on the other side of expectations, asking ourselves what others can expect from us. The Bible says that love never fails. When we show God’s love, as He faithfully shows us, others will see His faithfulness and love in us, and their expectations will be exceeded and there will be no disappointments, anger, or despair—as with us, too, when we place our expectations in God.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we wait expectantly for Your love, Your presence, Your bountiful blessings. Help us to depend on You more than on those around us so they can expect more from us. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-4789406557677248102?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4789406557677248102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=4789406557677248102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/4789406557677248102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/4789406557677248102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/expectant-deer-expectant-writer.html' title='THE EXPECTANT DEER, THE EXPECTANT WRITER'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TUbLp2BLZDI/AAAAAAAAADE/O5Jjeva20Bo/s72-c/Expectations%2Band%2BMad%2BDeer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-7797957594052504952</id><published>2011-01-19T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T07:00:10.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>KEEPING MY HEAD OUT OF THE CLOUDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TUGoCrh-_QI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Nbgv0ZYj2xQ/s1600/Keeping%2Bmy%2Bhead%2Bout%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bclouds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TUGoCrh-_QI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Nbgv0ZYj2xQ/s320/Keeping%2Bmy%2Bhead%2Bout%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bclouds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rewrite "Trouble at Fish Camp", the second in my "Ways of the Williwaw" series, I find that I must give up my pleasure of reading fiction. It’s a constant battle of the mind. But while writing my own work, my head becomes too full of its characters. Thoughts and questions swirl nonstop, like storm clouds. Is Freddy, my main character, passionate enough about his cause? Will the chaplain’s words of Godly wisdom cause Freddy to change how he feels about himself? How should Joanie see beyond Pete’s bullying? What should Pete’s redeeming quality be?...Another two weeks of tough discipline and I can pick up someone else’s book again—without my characters butting in. Ah, the joys and banes of writing—I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt; by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snakes Alive!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By the time I remembered to bring in my standing-bear welcome sign, the bottom had become a mess of leaves, snow, and ice. As it thawed, a snake slithered along the floor heading for cover. Imagine my surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like snakes, always happy to see one in my garden. They help keep it free of bugs and other pests. The snake has developed a bad reputation, however, ever since its appearance in the Garden of Eden. The bad rep of poisonous snakes is well-deserved, though they do help keep our environment free of unwanted critters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout history, the snake has been perceived as deceitful, dangerous, and destructive. It’s lightning-fast in striking. It hides in corners and under cover of shadows. Its stealth causes prey to be unaware of its presence until it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible portrays the snake as the devil. He too is deceitful, dangerous, and destructive. He hides in the corners and shadows of our mind, ready to strike when we’re unaware. Our mind is the very garden of satan. It’s our mind that opens just a crack, just enough for him to tell us that we’re worthless...or we’re too good for those people...or we don’t need God because we can solve our own problems. It’s our mind that opens to the desire for that next drink...that expensive doodad...that illicit sexual encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how powerful our mind-thoughts can be. That’s why He has provided a way out—an escape from the devil’s intent to imprison us with thoughts of wrongdoing. "For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind." (2 Timothy 1:7) A sound mind possesses self-control. When we realize ours is on the wrong track, we need to ask for God’s power and love to give us self-control against wrong thoughts, wrong words, or wrongdoing. Paul also speaks of God’s "armor" in Ephesians 6:10-18. "Finally...be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God,  that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil." You will find much more help in the verses that follow. In fact, it’s a good passage to recite every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, we don’t want snakes to dwell in the shadows of our minds. We ask for the truth and love of Jesus to free us from deceitful, dangerous, and destructive thoughts. In His name we pray, amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-7797957594052504952?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7797957594052504952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=7797957594052504952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7797957594052504952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7797957594052504952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/keeping-my-head-out-of-clouds.html' title='KEEPING MY HEAD OUT OF THE CLOUDS'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TUGoCrh-_QI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Nbgv0ZYj2xQ/s72-c/Keeping%2Bmy%2Bhead%2Bout%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bclouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-1120934272172562824</id><published>2011-01-10T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T06:56:05.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>GIVE IT A REST</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Give it a Rest!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong—I love the beauty of winter. Frost sparkles like diamonds on every branch and twig. Pure white snow covers the dirt and grime of life. Critter tracks reveal new paths to food sources and hiding places. But when the temp plunges to zero and below, I chicken out and stay inside unless absolutely necessary. I admit, cold weather is good for our up-north environment. And it makes us appreciate hot summer days. But...I say, give it a rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES &lt;/b&gt; by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resting Places&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hike I took along a challenging trail offered much in the way of woodland beauty and delightful fragrance. The long hike, however, provided no place to rest my tired body. A couple of strategically-placed benches would have been welcome. I do intend to return, however, perhaps with my own portable chair that I can set up anywhere to rest and write and meditate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes resting places are hard to find, such as the time my family and I waited in a long line to get into the Denver Mint. Likewise, waiting in a doctor’s office with a sick child, even while sitting in a comfortable chair, won’t bring rest for our anxiety. Or waiting for the proverbial “other shoe to drop” during a tense situation doesn’t bring a restful feeling, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have to look for a resting place for both body and soul. It might be in a quiet coffee shop away from our busy household. It could be in our bedroom with the door closed, or in the bathroom. We can be refreshed in a wilderness setting, too. Who hasn’t found spiritual rest on a quiet, scenic mountaintop or in a fishing boat away from noise and turmoil? Whatever it takes, we all need quiet resting places away from distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Churches offer opportunities to rest our weary souls—through corporate praise and worship and through close fellowship with other believers. The best place to find soul-rest is in our so-called “prayer closet,” the place where we shut off everything around us and spend alone-time with the Lord. By simply closing our eyes and visualizing Jesus sitting across from us listening to our complaints and our joys, we can find great rest—even in the midst of turmoil and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God instituted a weekly day of rest into one of His Ten Commandments. He knew we humans would get tired of the everyday grind of making a living. We can rest from our physical labors once a week as the Israelites did, but Jesus invites us to rest in Him as well—any time, any place, in any circumstance. “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” (Matthew 11:28-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, even as we seek quiet places of rest for our bodies, we ask for rest for our souls through Jesus. Thank You for Your gracious gift. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="sallybair.com"&gt;www.sallybair.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-1120934272172562824?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1120934272172562824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=1120934272172562824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/1120934272172562824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/1120934272172562824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/give-it-rest.html' title='GIVE IT A REST'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-5126002384871921987</id><published>2011-01-03T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:54:27.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>WINTER'S BEAUTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TSJvNHL7vZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Sy5kpbS3r6c/s1600/2010%2BDec%2Bice%2Bstorm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="306" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TSJvNHL7vZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Sy5kpbS3r6c/s320/2010%2BDec%2Bice%2Bstorm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings in Jesus’ name.&lt;br /&gt;Winter has been relentless in making its harshness known this year. This morning our thermometer recorded a cold minus 2 degrees with a stiff wind that felt like -20º on our skin.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The trees were coated with ice from the tips of their twigs down to their ankles. They shone like diamonds against the sunlight. What a beautiful sight! We have an awesome God who provides us with beauty even in the harshest weather. Even in the harshest circumstances we face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Strong Heart of a Tree&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows hard and constantly through Iowa—at least whenever I travel through. During my last trip, sustained winds blew 35 mph with gusts to 45-50, requiring two white-knuckled hands on the wheel at all times—hour after hour. I almost expected trees to topple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I find it amazing that the trees on the Iowa prairie—the ones I’ve observed—stand as tall and straight as they do. The branches bend with the wind but the trunks remain steady and strong and unmovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree’s strength comes in great part from its healthy root system, but also from its inner core called the heartwood. God created the tree in such a way that every part of it has a purpose and is dependent on the other parts. Every living cell helps maintain a tree’s worth. In simple terms, its worth is evident in the oxygen it provides to the air, its shade for protection, and its beauty for enjoyment and fruit for sustenance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as a tree is healthy, the assaults of prairie wind do no harm. In fact, wind serves to make it stronger. Exactly how strong is a tree?  The Bible answers this by comparing a person to a tree. “Blessed is the man whose … delight is in the law of the Lord … he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither ….” (Psalm 1:3) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Living Word, Jesus Christ, makes us as strong as a tree and causes us to produce the fruit of righteousness, peace, and joy. When we abide in Him, the winds of life’s everyday problems and trials cannot topple us. In Him we can remain as strong as a tree battered by Iowa prairie winds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees were strong enough to hold Jesus at His birth and death. Imagine! Jesus was born in a manger made from a tree—a humble bed strong enough to hold the majestic Son of God. And Jesus died on a cross made from a tree—strong enough to uphold the weight of the sins of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You always look at our heart. Help our faith in You to be as strong and steady and unmovable as an Iowa prairie tree so we can provide the oxygen of Your Living Word to others, protect them from evil and harm, and produce Your fruit of righteousness, peace, and joy. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="sallybair.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-5126002384871921987?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5126002384871921987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=5126002384871921987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/5126002384871921987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/5126002384871921987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/winters-beauty.html' title='WINTER&apos;S BEAUTY'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TSJvNHL7vZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Sy5kpbS3r6c/s72-c/2010%2BDec%2Bice%2Bstorm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-2476035391643136750</id><published>2010-12-27T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T13:11:04.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>NEW YEAR GOAL SETTING</title><content type='html'>Greetings in Jesus’ name! I pray you have a New Year full of good health, joy, blessings, and … peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s that time of year when we can look back at our previous goals to see what our successes—and failures—were. If you’re like me, you’ll be transferring some of the “not done yet” goals to your new goals for 2011. I do it with my daily To Do lists, why not with my yearly list also? Perhaps you can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the run-of-the-mill goals I’ll be setting for 2011 (you know: eat less, exercise more, finish writing my Book Two of the “Ways of the Williwaw” series, write a memoir chapter each week, etc. etc.), I choose to meditate on and seek God’s incomparable peace. Although it comes easier as I grow in the Lord, I haven’t attained all the peace He promises. There will always be glitches that sneak into my day. Peace robbers, I call them, but only when I allow them to steal my peace. I’ve learned, by this time in my life, that the closer I stick by Him, the easier it is to avoid the theft of God’s peace from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the God of peace sustain you through every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;   by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peace is a Worthy Goal&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TRkAf7mBL0I/AAAAAAAAACo/raFhB4fzh5M/s1600/Open%2BHeaven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TRkAf7mBL0I/AAAAAAAAACo/raFhB4fzh5M/s320/Open%2BHeaven.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the middle of a cedar grove sheltered from the wind and the noise of traffic. It’s so peaceful that people have said there’s “an open heaven” here. I like that description. It tells me that God and His angels surround this place. Perhaps it’s the open heaven feeling that helps me experience such peace here. The subject of peace has filled my mind lately. Peace is part of the Fruit of the Spirit, a biblical description of what the Holy Spirit helps followers of Christ achieve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I made it a goal to spend the entire year pursuing God’s love. Part of my goal was to memorize 1 Corinthians 13 about love. This year I intend to search for Bible references to peace. I already know some. Jesus said, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you; not as the world gives ….” (John 14:27) And when Jesus appeared to His disciples after His resurrection, His first words were “Peace to you.” (Luke 24:36) Imagine! He offered them His peace even after they had deserted Him during His terrible suffering and death on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus’ birth in Bethlehem pointed to peace when the angels heralded His coming. “Glory to God in the highest,” they sang, “and on earth peace, goodwill toward men.” (Luke 2:14) Peace on earth? Can that be, with wars and injustice rampant all over the world? Yes, it can be—for those of us who have “inherited the Kingdom of God.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s Kingdom is based on righteousness, love, and joy in the Holy Spirit. That brings great, inner peace which in turn brings peace to those around us. It’s not always easy, especially in the midst of trials and turmoil, sickness and death, rejections and losses. But God’s peace promises to sustain us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His peace is an incredible gift that tends to spread like ripples on water to our families and friends, our communities and nation, across the seas to other lands. The gift of God’s peace cannot be overemphasized. It’s worth more than the richest gems.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let’s all “Seek peace and pursue it.” (Psalm 34:14) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You have promised that if we ask of You, it shall be given and when we seek, we shall find. I ask that all who read these words will seek Your most worthy and blessed gift of inner peace this new year. In Jesus’ name, amen. &lt;br /&gt;sneak into my day. Peace robbers, I call them, but only when I allow them to steal my peace. I’ve learned, by this time in my life, that the closer I stick by Him, the easier it is to avoid the theft of God’s peace from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the God of peace sustain you through every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-2476035391643136750?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2476035391643136750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=2476035391643136750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2476035391643136750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2476035391643136750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-goal-setting.html' title='NEW YEAR GOAL SETTING'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TRkAf7mBL0I/AAAAAAAAACo/raFhB4fzh5M/s72-c/Open%2BHeaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-883728057846827395</id><published>2010-12-20T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:35:49.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>SUDDENLY IT’S WINTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TQ-TnbAFeII/AAAAAAAAACg/9ERxbxnNOik/s1600/Winter%2BSnow%2Bfor%2BBlog%2BDec%2B20th%2B2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="310" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TQ-TnbAFeII/AAAAAAAAACg/9ERxbxnNOik/s320/Winter%2BSnow%2Bfor%2BBlog%2BDec%2B20th%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I enjoy autumn, my favorite season, I pray for a hard winter before the season changes so I’ll have a good excuse to stay home and write. Without fail, winter appears almost magically and I accomplish lots of writing. This winter came suddenly, in the form of a big storm that brought 10 inches of snow and cold temps. Another little storm is forecast this week. Being at the edge of the famous “snow belt,” I expect even more. That means, of course, that for the next three or four months, I’ll be writing my own snow storms—of words. Some will come in flurries, others in hard-driven blizzards of description and dialog and emotion. I must not delay, for suddenly it’s winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings and merry Christmas! May yours be filled with every blessing God has in store for you. Sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Sally Bair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUDDENLY HE COMES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman prays for quick protection when a deer heads toward her car. Suddenly, the deer turns its head with a jerk and runs in another direction. A child cries in the store because she can’t find her mommy. Suddenly, there’s Mommy, ready to pick her up and wipe her tears. All of us have experienced suddenlys in our lives. Some may have been unpleasant, like the boss’s pink slip. But many have brought happiness, such as a marriage proposal, a raise in pay, or an unexpected gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some biblical suddenlys started out with the unpleasantness of fear but turned into great happiness. The group of shepherds outside Bethlehem, for example, were peacefully and quietly minding their own business when, at the sudden sight of an angel, they trembled with fear. What a shock it must have been when “Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel ….” Their fear changed to great joy when they realized their Messiah had been born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, fear, and then joy came to them suddenly—even as they might have been praising God and anticipating the Messiah’s birth while watching over their sheep before the angels appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word suddenly appears in the Bible numerous times. The Gospels record Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus, when a “sudden” light came from heaven. The book of Acts records the dramatic account of Pentecost: “Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came ….” (Acts 2:2) Later, Paul and Silas, while sitting in prison after being beaten by guards, experienced a “sudden,” violent earthquake that shook the prison doors open and loosened everyone’s chains. The suddenness of the experience immediately followed their praying and singing hymns. God’s sudden answers and presence often immediately follow our praise and worship of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible speaks about Jesus’ second return to earth in sudden terms, too. “The day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night ….” (2 Peter 3:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul talks about being prepared—anticipating—the Lord’s return. “Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed—in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet.” (1 Corinthians 15:51)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, as we celebrate Your first “sudden” appearance on earth, we await with joy and anticipation, Your second arrival. Help us to be “steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that (our) labor is not in vain in the Lord.” (1 Cor. 15:59) We ask this in Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;br /&gt;www.sallybair.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-883728057846827395?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/883728057846827395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=883728057846827395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/883728057846827395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/883728057846827395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/suddenly-its-winter.html' title='SUDDENLY IT’S WINTER'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G0AQEjMoHps/TQ-TnbAFeII/AAAAAAAAACg/9ERxbxnNOik/s72-c/Winter%2BSnow%2Bfor%2BBlog%2BDec%2B20th%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-1683910299932567833</id><published>2010-12-15T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:49:51.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eternal Perspective Devotional'/><title type='text'>Cedars and Spruce</title><content type='html'>Greetings in Jesus' name. As I write this, the cedars and spruce outside my office window are bowed down with ten inches of new snow. I'll be heading out into my backyard woods this week wearing my new snowshoes. I'll just have to avoid snow down my neck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my weekly column for your enjoyment and inspiration. Blessings to you as you prepare for the celebration of Jesus' birth. Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OUR TRUE HOME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being home for Christmas may mean different things to different folks. Some of us spend time enjoying family, good food, and gift exchanging. Others like to be out on the ski slopes or simply prefer a quiet day at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For hospital patients, the homeless, our armed troops, and other unfortunate people, celebrating Christmas means spending the holidays in a home-away-from-home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Himself, spent His first few days or weeks in a homeless shelter. The little town of Bethlehem, not so little then, didn’t even welcome Him into the world. The town was more focused on accommodating the crowds of people who came to pay their required taxes to the ruling, Roman government. Only some country shepherds and wisemen from the east came to honor Jesus at His birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Bethlehem means “house of bread.” What better home could God have chosen for His Son Jesus Christ, the Bread of Life, to begin His life on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jesus’ death and bodily resurrection, the Holy Spirit—the third part of the God-head—came to make His home within those of us who follow Him. The Bible says we followers are His temple—the place where He abides. What better home than in our hearts can we find reason to share the Bread of Life—Jesus—with those in need? They too can find their home in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we put the needs of others before our own, Christmas becomes what God intended it to be—a sharing of our “home,” Jesus, with others. With such a mindset, being home for Christmas also becomes a time to reflect on God’s eternal home. First Peter 2:11 tells us we’re “sojourners and pilgrims”, a reminder that this earth is not our home. Rather, we’re foreigners here on earth, traveling to our eternal home, heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Christ our spiritual home and our hearts the home of God’s Holy Spirit will make being home for Christmas full of love, peace, and joy—no matter where we spend it on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we want you to be our permanent, today-and-forever home. Come into our hearts, Lord Jesus. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sallybair.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-1683910299932567833?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1683910299932567833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=1683910299932567833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/1683910299932567833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/1683910299932567833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-true-home.html' title='Cedars and Spruce'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-2874422753436824019</id><published>2009-11-18T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:50:30.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Giving</title><content type='html'>As we make plans for the Thanksgiving holiday, let's extend our thankfulness into a daily remembrance. We tend to take so many things for granted, so I decided to make a list of some of them and post it on my refrigerator. This daily reminder includes the Bible verse, "Rejoice always, pray without ceasing,IN EVERYTHING GIVE THANKS; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you."  (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to make your own Thanks Giving list. Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;...for strength to walk, work, and write&lt;br /&gt;...for sunshine and shadows and the beauty of God's creation&lt;br /&gt;...for family, friends, and even foes&lt;br /&gt;...for encouragement from my readers&lt;br /&gt;...for the freedom to write about Jesus in secular newspapers&lt;br /&gt;...for the freedom to own and read my Bible &lt;br /&gt;...for pastors, teachers, evangelists, prophets, and apostles whom God uses to bring&lt;br /&gt;   souls into His kingdom&lt;br /&gt;...for the privilege of sharing God's Word with others &lt;br /&gt;...for Christian fellowship with other followers of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;...for the faith to believe in God's infallible Word&lt;br /&gt;...for the testimonies of other believers&lt;br /&gt;...for the power of God's Word and Spirit&lt;br /&gt;...for His great love, His many gifts and blessings, and His discipline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          A Grateful Heart &lt;br /&gt; A recent article I read spoke about the physical and emotional benefits of having “an attitude of gratitude” (a phrase coined by Oprah Winfrey years ago, I believe). Even before Oprah’s time, Norman Vincent Peale wrote a book about the power of positive thinking. Many churches criticized his teachings. The truth is, much of the Bible encourages—even commands—us to have a positive, thankful attitude.&lt;br /&gt; Scientists have proven that a grateful attitude causes people to be happier and feel less stressed by raising levels of their body chemicals associated with pleasure and contentment. In fact, our serotonin and dopamine levels elevate even when we only pretend to be grateful.&lt;br /&gt; It’s helpful to write every day what we’re thankful for. If you’re like me, it’s easy to lag behind in that habit when tough times come.  A diagnosis of cancer; a divorce; or the loss of a job, our belongings, or a loved one can shift our mental gears into a state of misery and ungratefulness as fast as a blink of the eye.&lt;br /&gt; And then there’s the issue of facing an enemy. How can we possibly be thankful when someone has just given us the royal once-over for something we said or did? Isn’t it easier to respond with a scathing remark or to take offense? Too often, our pride prevents us from responding with love and understanding. You’ll notice that the central letter in the word pride is I. Our selfish feelings and desires often generate stubbornness, anger, and resentment as we face our enemies.&lt;br /&gt; Jesus taught us to love our enemies. A thankful heart helps us do this. Paul wrote, “(We must) give thanks always for all things to God the Father….” (Ephesians 5:20) “All things” includes the tough stuff, such as problems or people. It includes confrontations with our enemies or those with whom we disagree. &lt;br /&gt; It’s a good idea after all to make a daily list of things we’re thankful for. Followers of Christ should daily thank God for sending His only Son, Jesus, to die for our sins. And for His resurrection which gives us the promise of life spent with Him now and for eternity.&lt;br /&gt; Lord, give us grateful hearts for all things every day. Help us to see beyond the tough times into Your perfect will. Give us the desire to follow Your example of unselfishness and forgiveness. In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-2874422753436824019?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2874422753436824019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=2874422753436824019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2874422753436824019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2874422753436824019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-giving.html' title='Thanks Giving'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-7011722948293552305</id><published>2009-10-27T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:39:20.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing Update</title><content type='html'>Greetings, everyone. I'm waiting until this weekend to send my next Eternal Perspectives column, but will update you with news of my recent marketing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Washburn Cultural Center book fair was a blast. I was one of nearly a dozen other authors set up to sell our books. Although the attendance was light, I enjoyed kibbitzing with the other authors, exchanging notes about how we market our books, and other subjects important to writers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a trip to the U.P., where I visited the Calumet Library. I'll be giving a talk and reading there next spring sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November dates are filling up fast. Here's what's scheduled so far:&lt;br /&gt;     Nov. 7  Display of my books at my local church during a Harvest Celebration&lt;br /&gt;     Nov. 15 Display/reading with other authors at Redbery Books, Cable,WI 1-3 PM&lt;br /&gt;     Nov. 21 Talk and reading at the Vaughn Library, Ashland, 10-11 AM&lt;br /&gt;     Dec. 5  Book signing, Northern Lights Bookstore, Duluth, 2-3 PM&lt;br /&gt;     Dec. 12-13 Signing @ Washburn Cultural Center Holiday Boutique, 10-4 &amp; 11-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of exciting venues to explore, lots of interesting people to meet, lots of opportunities for ministry in this new venture. I foresee an important trip to Alaska, and am considering the possible purchase of a small camper. We'll see how that plan unfolds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm still trying to finish outside projects! With the rain and cold, it's been put on the back burner. Now, come rain or cold, I must get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you happy reading, productive writing, joyful serving the Lord.  Sally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-7011722948293552305?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7011722948293552305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=7011722948293552305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7011722948293552305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/7011722948293552305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/marketing-update.html' title='Marketing Update'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-2625314998591384223</id><published>2009-10-11T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:09:12.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Into Winter</title><content type='html'>Greetings and happy winter to everyone!  It was strange to see snow on Oct. 10, and the cold weather is continuing.  I and I'm sure many others aren't prepared for winter, considering all the normal outside getting-ready-for-winter chores we usually do.  This year those chores may go undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not on an actual "book tour," I have been making frequent book signing appearances.  Especially fun was time spent in Frederic at a signing, when I had a chance to visit with lots of friends from my former days, including the Northwest Regional Writers group which I belonged to for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I will be giving two talks/book readings &amp; signings at area libraries, so today I'm going to do a practice run with my niece.  Hmmm--it's always a challenge to speak aloud to someone you know well who isn't hesitant to give honest critique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I include my latest column for your encouragement and inspiration. God's richest blessings on you.&lt;br /&gt;                   --------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;                              ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;br /&gt;                                 by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Good Comes From Bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some respects, the animal world isn’t much different from the world of humans.  Regarding death or rejection, for instance, some species grieve over loss of their family members.  Such as elephants that spend days at the side of a dead or dying relative.  The subject of death is not always pleasant.  But although we humans grieve with varying intensity and length, we know that sometimes good comes from it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman who lost a child to a drunk driver took on the challenge to bring more stringent laws against drunk driving, and others were invited to join her in a massive campaign called Mothers Against Drunk Drivers.  A widow might find healing and fulfillment in volunteering which could result in help for many others.  A man who loses his job might go back to school and consequently find a better-suited occupation.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epidemics bring new cures.  Catastrophes bring better warning systems.  Inhumane treatment of people or animals brings compassionate help and better laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are countless examples of good coming from bad.  The Old Testament tells of Joseph, abused and sold by his brothers and then perjured by a vengeful woman which led to his imprisonment.  Because Joseph remained faithful, God eventually brought much favor and riches to him.  Another example is of King David, maligned by his enemy, Shimei, who cursed him and threw stones at him.  David’s servant insisted the man be killed.  But David had another idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It may be that the Lord will look on my affliction, and that the Lord will repay me with good for (Shimei’s) cursing this day,” David said.  (2 Samuel 16:12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we all held the same attitude.  Such an attitude is filled with hope rather than despair, with love for God rather than “why me?” thinking, and with patience and perseverance rather than futile ideas of revenge or blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death cannot be avoided.  Rejection can’t either, in many cases.  In fact, death is a type of rejection.  But our attitudes can bring good from them.  It’s up to us.  Rather than wallow in grief forever, like a woman I knew who mourned her husband’s abandonment year after year, we can choose, rather, to love and serve God with willing, joyful, patient hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”  (Romans 8:28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give us the strength and wisdom to look at our problems and “evils” with the hope and assurance that You will bring good from them.  In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-2625314998591384223?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2625314998591384223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=2625314998591384223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2625314998591384223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2625314998591384223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling-into-winter.html' title='Falling Into Winter'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-9053840026874916230</id><published>2009-09-21T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:01:25.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Room</title><content type='html'>My books were delivered after spending two days making room in my overflowing storage closet. It took some doing to find a spot for the 30 heavy boxes. Ann and I huffed and puffed, experienced stiff and sore muscles for a couple days, but got the job done. Now I'm spending evening hours autographing books for upcoming events. You can check them out on my website (www.sallybair.com). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making room reminds me that we all need to make room in our hearts and lives for Christ. Since He's the provider of all good things, including His salvation and acceptance and love, it shouldn't be too hard. But we humans tend to make such things difficult for ourselves. We tend to cling to stuff and things that overflow in the closet of our minds and hearts, when we should be cleaning house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you call on the Holy Spirit to help you clean house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I welcome your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;br /&gt;                             by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging Deep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hummingbird got its beak stuck in my window screen one day.  With difficulty it managed to free itself, thankfully.  I suppose it was after the red candy in a bowl setting on my table.  I’ve heard of some hummers that even mistake red hats and clothing for flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy watching hummers in my backyard as they flit from blossom to blossom.  Sometimes the nectar is stored so deeply, the hummer nearly buries itself in the blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything valuable is worth digging deeply for, like precious metals and gems that lie hidden beneath the surface of the earth.  Wisdom does not come easily, either.  We must dig deeply in the experiences of ourselves and others to gain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, sometimes we dig deeply for the wrong thing, thinking it holds value for us.  Our “value-ometer” goes haywire and we end up like the poor hummingbird who got itself in a fix because it zoomed in on the counterfeit.  Many things could apply to our tendency to settle for a cheap imitation.  I think particularly of food (and drink), which has too many of us reaching deeply in the bags and boxes and bottles of goodies that are sweetened with harmful sugars and other substances.  This is only one example where we can easily go wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus talked a lot about the riches of His kingdom.  He told the parable of the woman who swept her house clean and searched carefully until she found her lost coin.  Her joy spread to her neighbors for having found that one piece of money.  Another parable tells about a man who lost one sheep out of a hundred, yet he went after the one and joyfully told his friends when he found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures of any kind are worth the hunt.  Yet the joy we receive in finding a treasure doesn’t compare to the joy God and His angels express when one soul opens up to Him.  “There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”  (Luke 15:10)  There is cause for celebration on the part of God, the treasure hunter, and on the part of those who count Him as their new treasure.&lt;br /&gt;All of us should seek the most valuable treasure of all—Christ who gives us salvation from our sins and eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help us keep our eyes on You through Your Word and prayer so we won’t be tempted, like the hummingbird, to mistake the counterfeit for our true treasure.  In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-9053840026874916230?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9053840026874916230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=9053840026874916230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/9053840026874916230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/9053840026874916230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/making-room.html' title='Making Room'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-8407295443322087966</id><published>2009-09-16T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:23:55.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendar</title><content type='html'>My calendar is beginning to fill up faster than my fingers can find the write keys on my computer!  Here's what's in store so far in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW 9/17 - my books arrive.  Garage is swept, closet is cleaned, all is ready.&lt;br /&gt;9/19 SATURDAY - Craft &amp; Book Fair sponsored by Friends of the Library,Iron River, WI&lt;br /&gt;9/25 FRIDAY   - Northwoods Children's Book Conference at Telemark Resort, Cable, WI&lt;br /&gt;9/26-27 SAT-SUN-WRWA (Wis.Regional Writers Asso) Fall Conference, Eau Claire,WI      &lt;br /&gt;10/2-3 FRI-SAT- Garage Sale/Book Sale here at home&lt;br /&gt;10/9 FRI      - Book Signing/Talk, Great Northern Outdoors (sport shop) Frederic, WI&lt;br /&gt;10/11 SUN     - (tentative) Celebration Party,cake &amp; coffee, book signing/reading&lt;br /&gt;                at Bayview Town Hall, Washburn, WI&lt;br /&gt;10/15 THURS   - Book Signing/Talk, Library, Washburn, WI&lt;br /&gt;10/24 SAT     - Book Fair, Cultural Center, Washburn, WI   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book display includes a fishnet, starfish, rope, and fishbowl filled with Swedish fish candies; and a framed article about my son's dramatic sea rescue by the Homer, (Alaska) News.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-8407295443322087966?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8407295443322087966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=8407295443322087966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8407295443322087966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8407295443322087966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/calendar.html' title='Calendar'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-362834799768014059</id><published>2009-09-13T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:38:45.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliveries</title><content type='html'>My narrow driveway has seen lots of activity lately, what with all sorts of delivery truck drivers dropping off various supplies for my writing office.  The largest delivery is due this week--final printed copies of my book, WILLIWAW WINDS.  The pace has already picked up, with scheduled book signings, talks, and conference appearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeezed into the hubbub of promoting books is the usual list of Fall chores.  Yes, it was a colder-than-normal summer but the tomatoes are finally ripening, fast and furiously.  Pole beans are late but prolific and delicious.  We're enjoying other fresh garden veggies too, and as busy as I am in the office, I still enjoy harvesting the bounty and sharing some of it with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My website is up and running now, and I'd love to hear from you!  Click onto the Comments page and let me know what you think about the content, my book if you've read it, or anything else you'd like to share with other readers.  &lt;br /&gt;http://www.sallybair.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;br /&gt;        by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jars of Clay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small hive of bees built a nest high in a cedar tree in my front yard, but some critter knocked it down one night.  Chunks of the nest lay on the ground the next morning, with only a few displaced survivors hovering around for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn’t much to a bee’s nest—some honey combs inside a lightweight, fragile shell.  But to the bee colony, their nest is a treasure because it holds their only source of energy—honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could compare our physical bodies to that of the beehive.  We’re held together with a fragile frame with our sweetness hidden inside.  Sometimes our sweetness oozes out in the form of smiles and acts of kindness.  Other times it’s well-hidden by the negative emotions we carry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of us who are followers of Christ carry even more sweetness inside—the very presence of Christ, Himself.  That’s where our real value lies.  When we accept Him into our lives, He takes residence in our fragile shell of a body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we are to be of any value in His kingdom, we first must spiritually die to self.  “We are the clay, and You our potter; and … we are the work of Your hand.”  (Isaiah 64:8)  We are mere jars of clay, meant to be broken so our sweetness can be spilled out to others like the honey in its comb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul says “we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us.”  (2 Corinthians 4:7).  He continues by explaining that as Christians, humble and ready to be molded by our Potter, we can expect to be afflicted and persecuted and put to the test for our faith.  But we need to focus on Jesus rather than on our circumstances.  “We do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen.  For the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal.”  (2 Corinthians 4:18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity is not for wimps, my pastor said recently.  Paul proves that point in his epistles.  He and millions of other believers were—and are—ready to face death for the sake of their Savior who is the greatest treasure of all.  We are merely His jars of clay, hopefully ready to be molded into His image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, though our physical house is as fragile as a beehive, we thank You for offering us eternal life—the greatest treasure of all—through the sacrificial death and resurrection of Your Son, Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-362834799768014059?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/362834799768014059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=362834799768014059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/362834799768014059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/362834799768014059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/deliveries.html' title='Deliveries'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-6043209560797807555</id><published>2009-09-06T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:11:16.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elevator Speech</title><content type='html'>Part of marketing my book, WILLIWAW WINDS, is calling area libraries, book stores, and other places that might either carry my books, feature me as a speaker, or allow me to do book signings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of their first questions is: "What's your book about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've written a short "Elevator Speech" to present and have it almost memorized.  It's called an Elevator Speech because at writers' conferences, etc., if authors meet an agent or editor on the elevator, they have only a few seconds to tell about their book.  Hence, the importance of brevity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can also serve as a short-short version of a synopsis.  Presenting the bare bones of a story (its main character, setting, conflict, and resolution) can give the hearer opportunity for immediate assessment of the book's possible success with his or her company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I offer you something longer than an Elevator Speech: my weekly devotional column.  Enjoy the last bit of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;br /&gt;by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving Power &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of critters, the weak give in to the wants of the strong.  The smaller deer submit to the bigger by slinking away.  Humans also frequently submit to someone bigger, stronger, or smarter.  One term for it is “cowering.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cowering means more than slinking into a corner out of fear.  Webster says it also means “to curve, bend.”   There’s an interesting spiritual application here that says we need to cower before we can receive power.  We need to curve—or bend—our will to God’s in humility and submission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bending our will before God means to recognize His holiness and to fear Him in awe and reverence.  Except for Christ, we would remain unworthy in His sight.  “For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.”  (1 Corinthians 1:18)  God’s power is available to those who bow humbly in faith before Him.  “Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”  (Matthew 5:5)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further application regards Jesus sending His twelve disciples out to preach the gospel, heal the sick, and cast out demons.  He gave them the power necessary to do the job right, but they had to follow His rules.  They had to go empty-handed and count on the hospitality of strangers to house and feed them.  That takes humility and bending of self-will.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Jesus ascended to heaven, He instructed His disciples to “…tarry in the city of Jerusalem until you are endued with power from on high.”  (Luke 24:49)  They would receive God’s power only after they waited for God to appear.  They waited many days.  Imagine spending all that time in an upstairs room crowded with 120 people.  Today would we wait even a day in such crowded conditions, for something unexpected?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they spent their time in prayer because they believed Jesus’ promise of the Holy Spirit for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowering before God means spending our best time with Him in prayer and Bible meditation.  It means obeying His Word, as the disciples did, so He can work through us to further His kingdom of grace and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blesses us in many ways when we approach Him in humility and wait on Him.  How many of us are willing to wait expectantly and humbly for God’s power, for however long it takes, to serve Him by bringing healing to someone in need?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we cower before You, humbly bending to Your will, waiting for Your power so we can serve You today.  In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-6043209560797807555?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6043209560797807555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=6043209560797807555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/6043209560797807555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/6043209560797807555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/elevator-speech.html' title='The Elevator Speech'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-237091033758163360</id><published>2009-08-30T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:22:38.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>Greetings in Jesus' name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just returned from five fabulous days spent at the Green Lake (Wis.) Conference Center taking a Christian Writers workshop.  It's a treat spending time on the more-than-1000-acres of wooded property.  Old, stone buildings house the participants; stone bridges and narrow trails beckon visitors to explore the flora and fauna.  This time around, I watched a doe and her twin fawns outside my window and had to stop my car so two wild turkey families could cross safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fiction Writers workshop, led by author Patti Lacy, inspired me to greater writing heights and helped me solidify the plot and characterization of my second novel, TROUBLE AT FISH CREEK, in the "Ways of the Williwaw" series.  As I work on this exciting story in the weeks to come, I'll be sharing excerpts with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is this week's devotional column.  May God bless you richly.  Sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;br /&gt;By Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safeguards&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My garden is surrounded by a fence that protects the plants from deer and other large critters.  I even cover the strawberries with nylon netting to keep the birds away. Safeguards help protect us, too, from invaders or harm—home security systems; brakes on our vehicles; warning labels on some foods, drugs, and cleaners.  &lt;br /&gt;Societal safeguards are also necessary.  Years ago, men were taught to walk on the street side of the sidewalk—the unsafe side—to protect their female companions from being splashed, hit by vehicles, or attacked by thugs.  Over 100 years ago, a God-fearing woman seldom went anywhere alone with a man who wasn’t related to her.  And she always dressed modestly to avoid tempting men with sexual thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most would argue that the prudish rules of Victorian-age society went too far.  But for the most part, they served well in protecting women and children from danger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, however, many of society’s safeguards have disappeared.  In part because of today’s accepted dress code and behavior in both women and men, sexual abuse, pornography, and promiscuity have become rampant in our country.  The value and dignity of our God-created bodies has diminished to the point where it’s now common and accepted even for many Christians to dress, speak, and act immodestly.&lt;br /&gt;One church leader lamented that it’s nearly impossible, even in church, to avoid the sight of girls and women wearing suggestive clothing and displaying suggestive behavior.  He said that Christians must walk constantly in the light of Christ’s Word and in His power to avoid temptation.  Since many are not so spiritually strong, he added, they are more open to temptation.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;“Therefore let us not … put a stumbling block or a cause to fall in our brother’s way.”  (Romans 14:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion has changed greatly from Victorian times, for the better in some ways.  But in the ways fashion has changed for the worse, we Christ-followers need to become a safeguard against temptation through our positive example of behavior.  It’s a matter of loving our neighbor with positive words and action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help us to use the safeguards given in your Word to keep ourselves holy and to guide others to do the same, by our example.  In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-237091033758163360?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/237091033758163360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=237091033758163360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/237091033758163360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/237091033758163360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-2679127660441718841</id><published>2009-08-14T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:01:47.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Williwaw Winds'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Much has changed since I last posted on my blog.  Since then, I have published a book and have my new website up and running.  Please check it out: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;a href="http://www.sallybair.com"&gt;my website&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;My book, WILLIWAW WINDS, will be available by September 20, but you may order it now on my website, which tells all about the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this month I'll be attending the Green Lake (Wis.) Christian Writers Workshop.  This will be my first attempt at presenting my book.  I feel like a mother who has just birthed a baby--wow! In September, my attendance at two writers' conferences will offer even more opportunities to present my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that book marketing requires lots of time and energy.  But it's fun--and a great learning experience. With some help from my niece, Ann, we're researching public libraries and bookstores as possible venues for book signings/readings/talks/seminars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides choosing venues in my immediate vicinity, I hope to touch two birds with one stone by scheduling venues in the Upper Peninsula so I can visit my sister who lives north of Calumet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received some dynamite testimonials about WILLIWAW WINDS, which I'm using on my website and brochure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good.  His blessings are abundant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekly devotional column follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES -- by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged Under &lt;br /&gt; Last week I talked about the book I wrote, Williwaw Winds, which is based on the true story of how my son and four others were rescued by the Coast Guard when their fishing boat went down in the violent (williwaw) winds of the Bering Sea.&lt;br /&gt; When they finally made it into their life raft, it quickly became tangled in the deck rigging that kept blowing around.  Still tethered to its 100-foot lifeline, the raft moved steadily closer to the boat because of the tangles.  At one point, the wind whipped the boat around so the raft came right up to the stern.  The men knew if they couldn’t free the raft’s lifeline soon, it would become their death line.  They’d go down with the boat.  Once, in fact, the wind sent the boom right onto them, submerging the raft momentarily.  Only when one of the men finally found his jackknife could they cut themselves free before the boat sank.&lt;br /&gt; In a hugely insignificant way, I recently felt like I was being dragged under.  My “To Do” list, growing longer and longer, overwhelmed me.  Would I ever again feel like my head would stay above water?  You must know the feeling.  Yours may not involve a To Do list, but we all face overwhelming feelings of hopelessness.  &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our situations are beyond our control.  Oftentimes, however, we cause our own burdens.  Either way, we wonder: where is the hope when we’re being dragged under by our burdens?  Sometimes it’s in God’s wisdom, learning how to pace ourselves and prioritize our projects.  It’s definitely in the time we spend with Him in prayer and Bible meditation, which helps us keep our focus on what’s most important.  And it’s in the strength of our faith in His promises.  &lt;br /&gt;When Joshua took over the leadership of the Israelites after Moses died, he must have felt overwhelmed.  That’s when God gave him a promise.  “I will never leave you nor forsake you.  Be strong and of good courage ….”  (Joshua 1:5-6) &lt;br /&gt;Whether we have some control over our situations, or no control as did the fishermen who were literally at the end of their life rope, we can be assured of God’s presence and help.  All we have to do is ask.  And trust.  That’s what the fishermen did.  That’s what saved them.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we ask for Your peace that passes all understanding and that comes even when we feel like we’re being dragged under.  Thank You for the promise of Your abiding presence and help.  In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-2679127660441718841?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2679127660441718841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=2679127660441718841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2679127660441718841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2679127660441718841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-1368453911731880512</id><published>2009-05-16T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:36:43.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AT ANCHOR</title><content type='html'>ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES&lt;br /&gt;by Sally Bair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom Can We Believe?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I saw a wild turkey near my home town back when they started to return to the area after years of scarcity.  My family didn’t believe I’d seen one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It’s not fun to have our word doubted when we’re used to telling the truth.  Nor is it fun being on the other end of the situation, wondering if we can trust someone’s word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Bible has much to say about Truth.  The prophets of old lamented the absence of Truth among God’s people.  Jesus espoused Truth among His followers.  But even His disciples found it hard to always believe Him.  Thomas refused to believe that Jesus had returned from the grave.  How many of us are doubters like Thomas?  How do we know when to trust someone’s word and when not to?  We can’t even trust all Internet information.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When Jesus spoke to the people, He often began by saying, “Truly I say to you…”  Can we really trust His word?  When He was brought before Pontius Pilate to stand trial and spoke on behalf of Himself and His Father in heaven, Pilate said, “What is truth?”  How ironic that Pilate did not recognize the Truth even though it stood right before him.  Jesus said, “You shall know the Truth and the Truth shall make you free.”  (John 8:32)  In His recorded prayer to the Father, He claimed God’s Word as Truth.  Even David said, “His Truth shall be your shield and buckler” and “His Truth endures to all generations.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we can’t always believe someone else’s word, we can always depend on God’s Word.  He has proven himself to be true to His word.  Yet many skeptics today choose not to believe it, and therefore cannot recognize Jesus as Truth.  When many of Jesus’ followers left Him and He asked His disciples if they would leave too, Peter exclaimed, “Lord, to whom shall we go?  You have the words of eternal life.  Also we have come to believe and know that you are the Christ, the Son of the living God.”  (John 6:68-69)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;God’s truth is absolute and eternal.  It is a precious attribute of God, one which He wants us to use as a way of life.  He desires His truth in our inner being.    &lt;br /&gt;Lord, through faith may we all come to believe wholeheartedly that Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life.  In Jesus’ name, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-1368453911731880512?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1368453911731880512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=1368453911731880512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/1368453911731880512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/1368453911731880512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-anchor-eternal-perspectives_16.html' title='AT ANCHOR'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-224422049373582717</id><published>2009-05-16T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:25:01.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GALLEY FARE</title><content type='html'>Here's another enticing excerpt from my WILLIWAW WINDS novel for pre-teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Double check that everything is secure,” the skipper tells Freddy and Marv.  “I don’t want anything heavy breaking loose.” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While they go below to tighten the lines and loose rigging, the skipper motors for the protection of Portage Bay.  But he’s too cautious to get closer than a half mile out from the bay because of the reefs and shoals. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Patrick and I go down to the galley and fill our coffee mugs while we wait for Freddy and Marv.  When they return, they put on a halfway happy face, but I can tell they’re worried.  Every once in awhile someone tells a joke, but it bombs. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I jump when the anchor drops with a loud rattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure hope Dad put out all the anchor cable,” Patrick says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anchored as we are, the boat sways as much as ever.  It’s going to be a long night. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Before I decide to go to sleep, the skipper says, “Marv, go down and shut off the main engine.  It’ll save fuel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re doomed if we run out of fuel.  I toss and turn on my bunk.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This time it’s the skipper who nudges me.  “You’re on for anchor watch, Jake.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again?  It seems like I just got off. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Make sure the anchor doesn’t drag on the bottom,” he tells me as I struggle off my bunk.  “We don’t want to drift out to sea.  It may be rough here, but it’s even rougher out there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At five in the morning it’s still dark—halfway through my watch.  A crescent moon slides down toward the horizon.  Funny how the stars calmly shine down on us while we fight to stay afloat.  When I think the winds can’t be any stronger, a huge gust from nowhere pushes the boat tight against the anchor cable.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Pow!  Like a gunshot the cable snaps.  We’ve lost our anchor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-224422049373582717?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/224422049373582717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=224422049373582717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/224422049373582717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/224422049373582717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/galley-fare.html' title='GALLEY FARE'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-823655350397810984</id><published>2009-05-16T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:21:24.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LOGBOOK</title><content type='html'>I'm working madly to finish editing my friend's book, "Victory Over Anxiety and Depression."  Hopefully, he and his ministry partner will begin teaching a group of students at my house using this book as a study guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLIWAW WINDS is almost ready for publishing.  I've been researching books and websites and articles, and have concluded that my best option may be to publish my book with a Print-On-Demand publishing company.  Less time wasted trying to market it to traditional publishers, more control of the process, and more royalties are tempting reasons to do so.  I'll keep you informed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-823655350397810984?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/823655350397810984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=823655350397810984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/823655350397810984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/823655350397810984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-anchor-eternal-perspectives.html' title='THE LOGBOOK'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-2201565047785896199</id><published>2009-04-28T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:59:18.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LOGBOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;My Writing Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A logbook is a daily record of a ship's speed, progress, etc., and of the events in its voyage.  (Webster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a weekly record of my writing progress and the events that come my way while voyaging the seas toward the home port of authorship.  It is meant for other writers, readers, and lovers of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm spending some time editing a non-fiction book for a friend, "Victory Over Anxiety and Depression."  It's an excellent book with a strong spiritual theme, perfect for anyone who is being tossed in the seas by their williwaws of anxiety and depression.  I may offer occasional excerpts later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides writing a new Eternal Perspectives devotional column, I am also in the final editing phase of my novel for children aged 8-12, WILLIWAW WINDS.  My story is based on the true experience of my son and four others who were dramatically rescued from a storm of williwaws as they headed home from a six-week season of hair crab fishing in the Bering Sea.  See "Galley Fare" for an excerpt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-2201565047785896199?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2201565047785896199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=2201565047785896199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2201565047785896199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/2201565047785896199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/logbook_28.html' title='THE LOGBOOK'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-381474438701378516</id><published>2009-04-28T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:44:35.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GALLEY FARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Excerpt from WILLIWAW WINDS by Sally Bair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Horn!  Get up here on deck pronto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw my journal in my duffel bag, hoist myself out of my bunk, and wobble out to the deck where the cold, bright sunlight of late October meets my eyes. My muscles itch to kick Freddy in the shins for interrupting my writing--and calling me Horn again. I hate that name. But there's little energy or strength left in me after lying on my smelly bunk puking my guts out from seasickness. I'm only now beginning to feel halfway alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The skipper says to hurry, Horn. We're almost to the fishin' grounds," Freddy tells me and then laughs. "Should see yerself stumblin' out of the bunkroom. Shoulda got some good shots with that fancy camera ya brought along." He grins crookedly, wickedly. "Ya really are a greenhorn. Green around the gills, that is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenhorn or not, I hate the name.  Why did I get stuck with a crew mate like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please let me know what you think of this beginning.  I need your comments!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-381474438701378516?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/381474438701378516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=381474438701378516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/381474438701378516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/381474438701378516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/galley-fare.html' title='GALLEY FARE'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659721920531528633.post-8219612298922291828</id><published>2009-04-28T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:09:58.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AT ANCHOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ETERNAL PERSPECTIVES (a weekly devotional column)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;/span&gt;We reused glass containers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We fixed our broken bicycles and cars and radios.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We mulched our gardens with grass cuttings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We conserved our water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We mended our socks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was no such thing as waste in our family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, many families considered waste to be extravagant—even sinful. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Today we live in a throwaway society.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But because of economic hardships, many people are learning how to recycle and conserve.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;God’s ability to make something new out of the old is amazing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s in the make-over business not only in nature but in humankind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As He causes nature to revitalize itself, He teaches us through His Word how to make sure that process continues.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And He shows us how to revitalize our bodies and minds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;It’s our souls He’s most concerned about, however, and there is no greater miracle than the transformation of a person’s soul.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Such a miracle happens because God sent His only Son, Jesus, to be the ultimate sacrifice for our sins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Only through the shedding of His blood could we be reborn … renewed … transformed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away, behold, all things have become new.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(2 Corinthians 5:17)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Becoming new doesn’t require us to mend the rips and tears of our souls or recycle our nasty, destructive habits that steal our peace and joy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What it does require is to allow those bad habits to die, like a decayed, fallen tree, so God can transform us into a new, spiritual house—a habitat that will draw others to His protection and sustenance and love just like the critters are drawn to His natural homes of refuge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Lord, thank You for Jesus’ promise given in Matthew 11:28-30.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659721920531528633-8219612298922291828?l=sallybairblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8219612298922291828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1659721920531528633&amp;postID=8219612298922291828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8219612298922291828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1659721920531528633/posts/default/8219612298922291828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallybairblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-anchor.html' title='AT ANCHOR'/><author><name>Sally Bair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13881815330803734015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iZP8y-cuRRU/TV093qui83I/AAAAAAAAADg/i5tMs1MfKaE/s220/Sally%2BPortrait%2Bwith%2Bgreen%2Bbackground%2Bartfire%2Bbio.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
