So there is a book study a bunch of us are doing, of "The Blueprint." One of the chapters/sections, whatever it was talked about how the devil hates and fears prayer. I was thinking about this and it's like, we pray, the devil hates it. and if we don't pray, we're pretty much inviting the devil in to have a nice little tea party with us. Only it wouldn't be nice, would it? No, didn't think so. We don't have to settle for a lousy tea party when we can have a never ending celebration with Jesus, because let's face it, knowing we have Him should always be cause for celebration!
I am also reading this wonderful book by this wonderful Aussie called "Confessions of a Good Christian Girl." And it pretty much discusses sins most, if not all, women struggle with. One part that really struck me was one where she is describing something that happened in the Bible but she does it in a way that she knew what was going through the peoples' minds and such. Here it is, to give you an idea of it:
They dragged her from the house, her bare toes stubbing against the road. The stonefaced Pharisees refused to even look at her. They just hurried her on, rough hands grippingher forearms. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one stop to pick up a jagged rock from the side of the street.....Her lover had sworn that the Scripture-prescribed penalty for adultery never happened these days....What these Pharisees really wanted was to trap the man named Jesus. Their real target was the quiet man in the center of the hubbub. The man with the strange eyes that managed to look both fierce and gentle. He watched in silence as the Pharisees dragged her across the courtyard and dropped her at His feet. She lay there crumpled, clutching at her gaping garment. Not daring to look up as the men spat out their challenge. And then, for some reason, she had to look. As she met the man's gaze, she felt her spirit grow strangely calm as well. What was it about this man?
She wondered if this Jesus knew it. If His thoughts were racing as hers were. If He would condemn her as everyone else had. As everyone had a right to. But He didn't look worried. He wasn't even ayign attention to the Pharisees. Instead, He squatted down and began to write something in the dust...As the last of her accusers left the temple, the man Jesus turned to her. And finally, for the first time, it really was about her. Somehow she found courage to meet His eyes. And in the face of the man who'd boldly faced down the Pharisees she saw nothing but...compassion.
I left some sentences out mainly to not make it so long and because I gotta go pick up my paycheck shortly. But that's the perfect example of how Jesus acts towards us, with love and compassion, no matter what we've done wrong. You'll probably see more excerpts from the book in future posts, because it really is a great book and I recommend it to all Christian women. :) I hope you enjoyed that. I certainly did when I read it. Anyway, toodles!
P.S. BASIC Conference tomorrow!!!!!!!! Woot woot! :D
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