tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18394116178166581422024-03-13T14:30:45.300-07:00Log On!.....My journey in building my dream home.John Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-59373022245946509962012-02-16T07:35:00.000-08:002012-02-16T07:35:08.301-08:00Get On With It<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4VP6yoyKMnTP0R6sbW8Zk7Cmaf18dn1U-lqlrNMRyjdEsmKFaVrlLaPR1JOcrbJbKiW-7gM59ucWlFAItY6ENQCkIEZD7j2TsfAlj1A3b0JanVVOdtoV65ij8X9_ea6ytjUOdKSaQRx-9/s1600/IMG_1568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4VP6yoyKMnTP0R6sbW8Zk7Cmaf18dn1U-lqlrNMRyjdEsmKFaVrlLaPR1JOcrbJbKiW-7gM59ucWlFAItY6ENQCkIEZD7j2TsfAlj1A3b0JanVVOdtoV65ij8X9_ea6ytjUOdKSaQRx-9/s400/IMG_1568.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Bold Italic'; font-size: 18pt;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Back almost two years ago I started this blog out of what I heard the Holy Spirit whisper in my ear. I had never given any thought to putting my feelings or dreams down on paper for people to view, let alone post them as a blog. As I have tried to share some of what I know to be true, tears would come to my eyes because I know I couldn’t have written any</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">of this if</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wasn’t obedient</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to what I felt on that day. Once again I hear that gentle whisper,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and I feel that this is going to be my</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">last entry till</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I break ground for real. My hope, if you have been reading was, that I stirred something in you to discover for yourself what is pleasing to God, and in a way have challenged you to dig deeper down to a firm base... hard pan. As you do, you will learn for yourself what it means to build on a foundation that lasts. Over this journey, reading my Bible I felt that I connected with some of the men I have read about. Out of Noah’s obedience the Bible says his family was saved. If you don’t attend church, start looking for a church you feel at home in. Believers are just people whose lives have been transformed from the inside out. From the HEART. We're not perfect, we just hold on to the hope that a good work has been started in us. Believe me when I say this out of your obedience, your family can be saved. You could be that blessing in someone’s life, there is need all around, you might even be the answer to someone's prayer. People can get so caught up with the material things of this world. "It’s mine, it’s precious, I must have it," that we don’t want to share. In one of the final scenes from the Lord of the Rings, as Bilbo Baggins tries to complete his quest, his companion Sam says,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I can not carry the burden for you, but I can carry you." Just think about that for a while. I know we have the power to make a difference. We don’t have to carry the whole burden for someone. We don’t have to adopt a whole village, but we can adopt one person. We don’t have to give all our money, but we can give some. Little changes in your life can have a lasting effect. Addictions don’t have to be generational. You can change that. We all need someone to come along side of us. It may be just a gentle hand on the shoulder asking, "How’s it going?" Or someone asking, "Is it all right that I pray for you?" Because that burden we carry sometimes can weigh us down. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT;"><b><br />
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</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Bold Italic';">Our Bibles are full of instructions. Words to encourage us. Words to inspire us. Words that will move you if you let them. Words that will change your very foundation. We all want the best for ourselves, our families, our friends, so why wouldn’t you want to live a life that brings glory to God? And stop running from Him. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #a13000; font-family: ArialMT;">Philippians 4:6</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Bold Italic';"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT;"><b>6</b></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT;"> Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Bold Italic';">We all can influence someone’s life, and as we build this house remember that someone is always watching. As I remember my granddad and some of the stones he has laid, I am challenged to lay stones that my grandchildren will say, "These are some of the stones my papa laid. As I finish off, I wonder are your children proud of this house, and will they say, "This is the house our Father in Heaven built for us." </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1RN8fD-wwzQ7FuCPqkkIW-62UtGtuYWpD7OKx6VooGY4aTSTMbzv6pttF7_DOX4_r6r8qWSLpo2yu7xeaY0I9lnWYY6oYDIFFHSxleqhB9fBj2T4g4OI8tANxTjFNZfhQjtAKAMzL-ur/s1600/IMG_1571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1RN8fD-wwzQ7FuCPqkkIW-62UtGtuYWpD7OKx6VooGY4aTSTMbzv6pttF7_DOX4_r6r8qWSLpo2yu7xeaY0I9lnWYY6oYDIFFHSxleqhB9fBj2T4g4OI8tANxTjFNZfhQjtAKAMzL-ur/s400/IMG_1571.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT;"><b> </b></span><span style="color: #a13000; font-family: ArialMT;">Proverbs 18:22 </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT;"><b>22</b></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: ArialMT;"> The man who finds a wife finds a treasure and receives favor from the LORD. Love John , See You On The Other Side LOG-ON </span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dR_qn52AU3efFrGAGTRnoDLAQonoeZh1s6V40N6WHgDlEDYLN95q0FHaYvciS_yAXKmZHF5vqVtZNWJ2mlrlmJN-hKlQk7HQDMwx3uwzPM5NeXxg-h6bep5QVZnJm7-Js4Hh1993x47k/s1600/IMG_1569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman Bold Italic';"> </span></a>John Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-36059830424565812092012-02-12T08:23:00.000-08:002012-02-12T08:23:04.171-08:00Invited To The Ball<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVpQOF_qJctrxMW7QTFEQzqxfZoIK1XQbrizXes7zrlRMdbetJIhyphenhyphenLOWkTdLVjAgRn0AKVdvCpJlFXvi0ROT87RvdGY-gTjZfNuz2-OH_W5wm6IvXSx1tiqPtjtreU2Kjq6c5uAg1izYA/s1600/IMG_3937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVpQOF_qJctrxMW7QTFEQzqxfZoIK1XQbrizXes7zrlRMdbetJIhyphenhyphenLOWkTdLVjAgRn0AKVdvCpJlFXvi0ROT87RvdGY-gTjZfNuz2-OH_W5wm6IvXSx1tiqPtjtreU2Kjq6c5uAg1izYA/s1600/IMG_3937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVpQOF_qJctrxMW7QTFEQzqxfZoIK1XQbrizXes7zrlRMdbetJIhyphenhyphenLOWkTdLVjAgRn0AKVdvCpJlFXvi0ROT87RvdGY-gTjZfNuz2-OH_W5wm6IvXSx1tiqPtjtreU2Kjq6c5uAg1izYA/s320/IMG_3937.JPG" width="320" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">…Sometimes you can feel a little left out. Maybe the job you have has you working when different events take place, or you’re a student that has a deadline with exams, and projects to complete. You could be the parent of young children that need you to care for them, or you just don’t want to attend. Whatever the reason, that’s o.k. There are times you know in advance that you will be at an event. You purchased a ticket, you’ve got an invitation with the date, time, and location, so you know exactly where to go. Several Sundays ago, our Pastor announced that in a few weeks our church was going to fast. All were invited to participate. That Sunday I accepted my invitation, and I started to prepare myself for whatever was going to happen. It was as if I had been given an invitation to the ball, and I couldn’t wait to get there. I had caught a case of the Cinderella Syndrome. The only difference was that my spirit was excited, as to what was going to take place. I had no 12:00 o’clock curfew, and I got to leave the ball with both slippers. Have you ever walked into a room, and you just can’t quite put your finger on it, but something is different. There’s almost a presence, an energy of expectancy, as to how the night is going to play out. I was privileged to observe as two worshipers came to worship. One was a dark skinned teenager who knelt in prayer, the other an elderly white gentleman with hands held high, giving honor, glory, and praise. There’s one Spirit, one God. Youth pastors, janitors, cabinetmakers, housewives, and skateboarders, we all have the same Spirit in us. God doesn’t discriminate. </span><span style="color: #a13000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 20.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="color: #333333;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></b></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">God's various ministries are carried out everywhere; but they all originate in God's Spirit.</span></span><span style="color: #333333;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> That weekend will be one that I will remember for a long time. Not only for the anointing that each elder prayed over us, or the fact that I had to clear out my mom’s apartment, and my daughter moved out on her own. As I stood in the doorway of my daughter’s empty room, my mind began to reminisce of her, and the years that went on in her room. Memories of our little princess girl, that now has her invitation to the ball called life. It’s funny how God can speak to us through all of life’s moments. With all the teaching and worship that went on at the church, as people emptied themselves of whatever holds them back, I felt I was encouraged to empty out things that want to hold me back. Now that we have this empty room in us, now that we have confessed, now that we have come before the Lord, help us Lord to long after the things that please you, fill us up with all you will have us to be in you. Guide our paths; create in us daily a right spirit.On the final night of our corporate fast, words were spoken to dream again, to ignite again, and to reboot, to blow on the embers once more. As we have confessed our sins, emptied out, got rid of, laid our burdens down, call it what you want, I only know that with everything that happened this weekend, one thing is for sure, God is FAITHFUL. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Noah built an ark in preparation for a flood. He was obedient to what God was telling him to do. He was called to gather two of every kind of animal, make an ark, and get prepared for what was to come. God is calling each one of us for something: a vocation, marriage, dreams, new birth, and death. How we prepare is really up to us. We can spend our time thinking about the past. We can waste time worrying about tomorrow, or we can take care of each days troubles as they come. I am not so naive to say we shouldn’t plan for the future. We should. We should also pray that God would direct our path. I started out building a model log home, a dream of sorts. In a way I went out on a limb. I was being obedient to what I felt the Holy Spirit was prompting me to do at the time. I can honestly say, that as I have worked the walls, and thought about the different stages of construction, something happened inside me. As I read my Bible I wrote down some of my thoughts. I know what I have written came out of my spending time, trying to listen to whatever lesson I needed to know. That every stage of construction is important: from the blueprints and design, foundation, choice of material, color on the walls, even the tweed in the carpet, right down to the smallest detail. The term, "turn-key," is often used in the construction of a log home. That’s when the company you chose hands you the key to your new log home, and says, IT IS FINISHED As I sit here and write my thoughts I am moved, stirred up inside. I can't help but wonder when the company you choose hands over the keys, which home will they be for? Over this last while as I have tried to go deeper, by reading my Bible, worshiping, praying, and at times crying, I think about how this soul is doing. I have been blessed, moved, and challenged in my thoughts. I have come to the conclusion that heaven is our true home, realizing now that I have the key to the right home.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Hebrews 13:14 </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #333333;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">14</span></b></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> For this world is not our home; we are looking forward to our city in heaven, which is yet to come . Log-On </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman Bold Italic'; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>John Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-57760126831488524452012-02-07T08:35:00.000-08:002012-02-09T09:13:54.877-08:00The Helper<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">…Something happens when you move towards what ignites you inside. I don’t think it matters if the steps you take are small steps, or big steps, as long as you are moving in the direction you want to go. You may never even get there, and that’s o.k., but you need to be on the road that will get you there. I’ve taken a step in the direction I want to go, and purchased a piece of property with the hope to one-day build that log home. This property is well treed with just the right amount of slope for good drainage, and a view of the ocean. There was no driveway, or clearing, so we needed to decide where the entrance to the driveway would start, and how it would wind through the forest to a clearing where the log house would be built. The day the big tractor arrived to make an opening in the forest was probably one of the best days toward this dream, watching that big tractor plough through the thick forest, knocking down trees, tearing up stumps, and preparing the clearing where we would build. I remember having fun using a string to get an idea where the walls would be. Or trying to figure out where I’d be looking out the kitchen window, sitting at an imaginary table, watching guests drive up the driveway. We’ve decided when we build this log home to build a shell log home, one that is built in the yard of a log homebuilder, then trucked to the site where the foundation is ready to accept the home. Trucked with the log home shell is a representative, or supervisor to instruct with the reconstruction of the log shell. The homeowner is encouraged to have some willing people to come alongside, and help. Wouldn’t that be an incredible experience? Sometimes I can almost see the truck driving up the driveway, and I can’t help wonder how I will feel on that day. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Your spirit may feel empty, ugly; full of big trees, large stumps, weeds that tie you down, and hold you back. One step in the right direction soon becomes two, then three, and before you know it, you are standing in a clearing. When we were trying to decide where to start the entrance to the driveway, or trying to visualize where the clearing would be, we would stand back, look at this thick forest, and have no idea what to do. We would go away, come back. We were city folk. This forest that was so thick overpowered us, with its massive cedar trees. Finally we had to make a decision. Get on with it, one piece at a time. God’s grace is like that, one piece at a time. I am amazed when I look back over my life, and the process. I have watched as big trees, large stumps, and weeds have been ploughed up, and a clearing prepared for the Son to shine in, the wind to blow freely, and my spirit to dance. Sounds like freedom. Don’t let circumstances, past wrong choices hold you back. One piece at a time can change a life. As we are building this house we have been given a promise from the master builder. God said in his instructions I will never leave you, I am going to send you my representative to help with the construction. God formed us in our mother’s womb, His work yard. Prebuilt, then shipped us out. Doesn’t it make sense that He is going to send us a helper? So I wonder what it’s going to be like on that last day when we see the Son of God return. I can’t help wonder how I will feel on that day. John 14:26 (The Living Bible) </span></span><span style="color: #333333;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">26</span></span></b></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> "But when the Father sends the Comforter instead of me--and by the Comforter I mean the Holy Spirit--He will teach you much,as well as remind you of everything I myself have told you." </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><o:p></o:p></div></b></span></div>John Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-54425734294113801282012-01-05T10:47:00.000-08:002012-01-05T10:47:49.116-08:00That Old Suit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNoQUCKygkL8RnX-IAQBKtol-asujsPckGfbmjv8FgfFciLyTwtG29j3POQtZJRQsXEk_dPTUeDX4bX-GaWDjPitppp70RfYjTrb4T-gpxPWEH6Un-3W73bZmYIhw4bKQgcUqF6WrEYAq2/s1600/IMG_3917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNoQUCKygkL8RnX-IAQBKtol-asujsPckGfbmjv8FgfFciLyTwtG29j3POQtZJRQsXEk_dPTUeDX4bX-GaWDjPitppp70RfYjTrb4T-gpxPWEH6Un-3W73bZmYIhw4bKQgcUqF6WrEYAq2/s320/IMG_3917.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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...Memories are built into a house. Maybe it’s the hole from a nail where a picture hung, the color of a room, that stain on the carpet where the accident from the pen left it’s mark, to the inch marks on a wall where we would measure our children as they grew up around us. Memories, a little like that old suit hanging in our closet. At some point that was your favorite suit, and I’ll guess you thought you looked pretty fine in that suit. Then one day it got moved to a storage type closet where it only got worn once in a while, till you stopped wearing it completely.<br />
Some memories are cherished, while others are destructive. Maybe it’s time to let go of that old suit, let someone else have something nice to wear, and in the process make some room for new memories.<br />
If the walls of your house could speak, what would they say? Newly wed, young family, empty nester. There was laughter, singing, acceptances, good dinners, and direction. There was a holding comfort, a willingness to let go, and a concern for the family living there. As a parent I sometimes think it’s too bad the little ones have to grow up. I remember a time not too long ago my son would run to greet me at the front door, with big hug and a smile. A memory I hold very close.<br />
Have you ever felt at peace with the Father of the Universe? Could you try to imagine what it would be like to run to Him, and have Him wrap His arms around you? If we could learn to hear Him, if we could learn to see Him, we would learn to feel His love. <br />
Sometimes we hear people before we see them. We hear a voice in the distance calling to us, and as the figure in the distance comes closer, we recognize them. I believe that there is a voice, deep with in us... it’s calling. It’s a voice that was there when we were in our mother’s womb. It’s calling “Come to me all who are weary, and I will give you rest for your soul.” Do you ever feel that your mature Christian walk, whatever that is, has drawn you away from the Fathers love? As a father, I miss the times my son would run to greet me, so I could wrap my arms around him. We all need to grow and mature, and as we do, let us not forget that the Father of the universe longs to wrap his arms around us.<br />
Sometimes a thought can almost feel like a voice telling you something. I don’t want you to think that I am losing it, but this next part is true. Later that same night, I woke up around 2:30 a.m. As I walked past the closet where my wedding suit hung, this thought came to me. I am not going to call it a voice, but it was as if I could hear “ What about me?” That suit has been hanging in my closet for 34 years. I know that I will never be able to wear it again, so do I need to give it away, and let someone else have something nice to wear, or just let it hang in my closet. We all have memories, stories, a song, a dream, something that ignites your heart, your passion. As I sit here thinking, where would we be if people didn’t share their talents and gifts with each one of us? What kind of house would you be living in, if someone didn’t build it? What kind of education would you have if someone didn’t teach you, or how would we be entertained if someone didn’t share their talent and gift with us? ‘Note To God’ sung by Charice, on ‘You-Tube Live’ … look it up and be moved.<br />
You could almost say, memories are like a self-directed savings account, that you draw on when you’re feeling blue. They’re one of those assets in you financial portfolio that appreciate in value, more than gold, stocks or bonds. There are memories I hold very close to my heart, that no amount of money could buy, or would I trade on the stock market. Memories are your one asset that appreciates over time, and the longer you have them the more valuable to you they become.<br />
I want to say we all have days that get us down. Call them cold days, rainy, damp days or days where life seems to take it’s toll on you. But I am almost afraid to categorize people, so I’ll just say somedays for myself I can go to my account, and make a withdrawal, and be thankful when God was faithful, remember my Mom, her laughter, her smile, her love, or the times I held our babies in my arms, and held their head so close to my shoulder. Opportunities come, and go. All we can do is make the most of them. Remember that old suit? It did come out of the closet, and off the hanger. As I look at a young man wearing it, I reflect back to memories of the day I wore it, the day I became a husband, then a dad, then a papa, and the life I had with my family. Colossians 3:14. And the most important piece of clothing you must wear is love. Love is what binds us all together in perfect harmony. <br />
LOG-ONJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-42851469718305265552011-12-18T08:40:00.000-08:002011-12-18T08:40:49.940-08:00Special Log<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivP-idv5_Cmt-VVDflxNNzIchoKavYSjX51fa2dwjog-wfF0uSjdRX7mthMWgMT2c0OOULUqIIk90mVKlxdvrv9TZq8GI-PEeLIm3w11V-pmnUIU5zEN5VngdgBvMG5a7BOgThCC0yW-hH/s1600/IMG_0691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivP-idv5_Cmt-VVDflxNNzIchoKavYSjX51fa2dwjog-wfF0uSjdRX7mthMWgMT2c0OOULUqIIk90mVKlxdvrv9TZq8GI-PEeLIm3w11V-pmnUIU5zEN5VngdgBvMG5a7BOgThCC0yW-hH/s320/IMG_0691.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
… Life is full of ups and downs, highs and lows, disappointments, and accomplishments. We have been told to make the most of what we have been given. There is a true peace in being content. I feel that we need to be very careful in this contentment, and not let down our guard. Watch for evil, be alert. Be pillars of the faith, always looking for the good in people. In this modern day there are many ways to heat a log home. Natural gas, which relies on a furnace lit by a pilot light is one way to accomplish this, till the flame goes out. Then you will find yourself in the cold, looking for alternative heat, possibly wood, if your home has a fireplace. The average log used in the construction of log homes is between 12-14 inches wide. Logs are noted for the ability to retain heat longer that conventional construction. Sometimes the master craftsman uses logs that are so special, that only they, will fit right where he wants them. (as I noted in a earlier blog, “Are We There Yet .”) I personally see these special logs, as having character. Logs that have seen some bad weather, have growth lines, are more than 14-16 inches in width, logs that can hold the heat longer when it matters the most. <br />
This past week the pilot flame in my furnace stopped working. How convenient, since the topic at the men’s breakfast was when your spiritual pilot light goes out. Coincidental? I feel there is so much more going on here, more than I can comprehend. It’s a serious thing when cold penetrates a home. The floor gets cold, the rooms get chilly, nights seem longer, and if the heat doesn’t come on, soon there could be permanent damage to the structure. So I wonder what happens when your spiritual pilot light goes out? I have been blessed to have a home with a fireplace. So as I wait by the fire for the repairman to reignite the pilot light, my spirit is thankful because I know that the heat will be on soon. Till then I will enjoy the heat from the fireplace. You’re maybe in the cold of life, or a season that brings pain. Let God’s word light your fire again:<br />
Psalm 34 (The Message)<br />
1 I bless God every chance I get; my lungs expand with his praise. 2 I live and breathe God; if things aren't going well, hear this and be happy: 3 Join me in spreading the news; together let's get the word out. 4 God met me more than halfway, he freed me from my anxious fears. 5 Look at him; give him your warmest smile. Never hide your feelings from him. 6 When I was desperate, I called out, and God got me out of a tight spot. 7 God's angel sets up a circle of protection around us while we pray. 8 Open your mouth and taste, open your eyes and see - how good God is. Blessed are you who run to him. 9 Worship God if you want the best; worship opens doors to all his goodness. 10 Young lions on the prowl get hungry, but God-seekers are full of God. 11 Come, children, listen closely; I'll give you a lesson in God worship. 12 Who out there has a lust for life? Can't wait each day to come upon beauty? 13 Guard your tongue from profanity, and no more lying through your teeth. 14 Turn your back on sin; do something good. Embrace peace - don't let it get away! 15 God keeps an eye on his friends, his ears pick up every moan and groan. 16 God won't put up with rebels; he'll cull them from the pack. 17 Is anyone crying for help? God is listening, ready to rescue you. 18 If your heart is broken, you'll find God right there; if you're kicked in the gut, he'll help you catch your breath. 19 Disciples so often get into trouble; still, God is there every time. 20 He's your bodyguard, shielding every bone; not even a finger gets broken. 21 The wicked commit slow suicide; they waste their lives hating the good. 22 God pays for each slave's freedom; no one who runs to him loses out.<br />
Log-OnJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-4859795219681576052011-10-03T06:49:00.000-07:002011-12-06T06:46:19.069-08:00Grandma and Papa's Day Out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLRjqceMGHQTvyYdnLe8XajfcbiNNAMPEd-3FoXt4cn4N1aomRmd3XifWBlAw8rPMHklJSs3iD-gZgQx21hgrUtZfblcYS29P_A6Q6-FE9dnm0R0_s0Boi-_8KtjBfVdtz3-mj9N2pE3hX/s1600/IMG_3736.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLRjqceMGHQTvyYdnLe8XajfcbiNNAMPEd-3FoXt4cn4N1aomRmd3XifWBlAw8rPMHklJSs3iD-gZgQx21hgrUtZfblcYS29P_A6Q6-FE9dnm0R0_s0Boi-_8KtjBfVdtz3-mj9N2pE3hX/s320/IMG_3736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683026675971018738" /></a><br /> ...There’s this excitement in the both of us, as we travel to pick up the boys for a sleepover. My mind starts to wonder what kind of visit are we going to have? Grandma has her list of activities planned… walks to the park, making play dough, coloring, story reading, and not to forget watching Thomas the Train. Papa always likes to drive to the log yard where they make log homes. It’s just what Papa does. Somewhere along the way we forgot you don’t really need a list of activities to keep a one and three year old boy busy. They seem to manage just fine all by themselves. Do these little ones do things on purpose, or are they just trying to get a reaction? “So tell me, what is that white powder on the top of your head, and down the front of your face?” as I stand at the bottom of the stairs looking up at one of the grandchildren. The playfulness of a child, or the stupidity, I’m not sure. Anyway, no harm done. In the background I can hear a voice, “Come And Find Me” as we shift to a game of hide and seek. We search for Auntie Jenny. “I’m down here,” a voice cries out from under a play pen concealing her. Smiles, laughter and young children, welcome memories of when we played games with our own children. Bedtime… let’s just say someone got to sleep in a tent that wasn’t outside. So it’s off to Church. Everyone’s buckled in their car seat, all two grandchildren, seems like more. From the voice of a three year old, Papa’s been given the buckling procedure, and safety instruction of the child car seat. We sometimes think that our actions don’t matter, or our words aren’t heard. Don’t fool yourself. I listened, as my grandson asked why at a certain point in the service, when everyone was clapping, someone he knew wasn’t. Someone is always watching and learning from us. It’s been said that all our children and grandchildren want from us is quality time. Parents also want the same thing from their children. God is no different. He doesn’t want quantity time, He wants quality time. This thought became real to me on the ride home from church. My son was sitting in the front seat beside me, as I tried to talk to him. I could see by his facial expression that he had no clue of what I had just said. That’s when I noticed the little white headphones coming out of his ears. That’s when I noticed the conversation was one-sided. So I wonder what blocks people’s heart and Spirit from hearing God. Little ones take in everything we teach them, I want to say curiosity, but it’s much more that that. It’s almost a trust, a faith like belief, that what we are teaching them is true. And they aren’t wearing headphones. So why did God create grandchildren? Was it to show us how fast life goes by? Or was it to show and remind us to have the curiosity of a child, a faith like curiosity. Grandchildren remind us how it was to be young. They will also teach you to have a faith like a child again. There are circumstances that want to block your Spirit, that part of you that wants to connect to God’s Spirit, when all we need to do is listen. The older I get, the more I should be able to hear God’s voice. This weekend reminded me of that, and this Papa is thankful to two young boys who helped show him how to listen. ‘Papa needs a nap.’ <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-lQFZehcmNKtYyVLI-6qNnpI6jBE61Mgc0rmITzpv8d7gyLgFpJteRUF_4e68sORaCCMo94p-UxedBDVBrPNaMwTzUpkV69DivIX09qA9iA4b3QshAj1jki0y26confGwcqDrawL1nPaq/s1600/IMG_3719.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-lQFZehcmNKtYyVLI-6qNnpI6jBE61Mgc0rmITzpv8d7gyLgFpJteRUF_4e68sORaCCMo94p-UxedBDVBrPNaMwTzUpkV69DivIX09qA9iA4b3QshAj1jki0y26confGwcqDrawL1nPaq/s320/IMG_3719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659264993440819442" /></a><br /> <br /><br />Isaiah 7:14<br />14 All right then, the Lord himself will choose the sign. Look! The virgin will conceive a child! She will give birth to a son and will call him Immanuel -- 'God is with us.'<br /><br />LOG-ONJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-39758851215521438732011-09-24T07:47:00.000-07:002011-09-26T08:47:12.219-07:00How's Your Wood Stacked?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0UkcCZuEJUj5djH1nB_5g6dAr4PBUVK_b0H6kJuq-RSdMhJy0Bu0xWMFV6QJnZ8S-fk4tz4ePi5KA16l6dqsz9WBQfToi1qXwBhEK37u6UFsru8w13mvKGiGZwtSNYGI7EV0xnWRE806a/s1600/IMG_3726.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0UkcCZuEJUj5djH1nB_5g6dAr4PBUVK_b0H6kJuq-RSdMhJy0Bu0xWMFV6QJnZ8S-fk4tz4ePi5KA16l6dqsz9WBQfToi1qXwBhEK37u6UFsru8w13mvKGiGZwtSNYGI7EV0xnWRE806a/s320/IMG_3726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655938312283292978" /></a><br />I get a little uneasy at times when I hear people say God spoke to me, or God told me to tell you, you should do whatever it is they tell you to do. Then I wonder why God didn’t speak directly to me. I do believe God speaks to us. For me it’s not a voice, it’s more a gentle whisper. It’s the words in a song, or something that catches my eye, and something in my spirit is moved. And if I am listening, I will hear God speak. I would like to try a give an example. A few weeks ago my wife and myself, along with four other couples, attended an anniversary dessert night. It was a night where we got to know how each one met, and when they knew that their partner was the one for them. The host showed us around their home and shared with us some of the things that made this house a home. For some reason I was drawn to the fireplace, and thought it a little odd that summer is just ending and the fireplace already had wood in it ready to be lit. At the time I didn’t think too much about what I saw till a few days after. Something was stirring in me, almost an uneasiness. It was if God had spoken to me. I didn’t hear a voice or a whisper. What it felt like was a gentle nudge. It was a question that was being asked of me. I know that God is a personal God. He will meet you where you are at. His Spirit knows no boundaries. What I believe I heard that night is, “ARE YOU READY?” What I saw was a fireplace, and in the hearth was a neatly stacked pile of wood placed carefully there, just so, by the homeowner. Ready to be lit when the cold winter comes. Officially summer has just ended. Fire season and cold winter nights are somewhere off in the future, but winter is coming. Personally for me, it’s coming as I watch my dear mother waste away, and I feel I need to be ready for that day when we say our final goodbye. Winter is coming for us all, life is full of surprises and we all need to be ready, so that we are not caught off guard. Sometimes I hear people complain, or worse, they don’t even speak to their parents. I think, how sad. As I get ready for that final day, when I say goodbye to my mom, I am always thankful for God’s gentle whisper. There are many things in life we need to be ready for, so my mind wonders, how is your wood stacked in your fireplace, and are you ready for winter? <br />Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a right spirit within me. Psalm 51:10John Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-29443741127069098342011-09-21T07:06:00.000-07:002011-09-21T08:07:46.832-07:00Create In Me A Clean Heart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2RNhFhu1zaN4QQxmuZdE1ZhvoYQI8Z7zvuQ74qzKFDrYXh5FGatbMnkwYjVzb-ZDcCc4Vltt44mnzTiUvCJ8DTdfkCKBYFdQ9cy2SZWAJU4XqLwMKqqzD-aDdcdTWqWh7Z4GMghDqnV5C/s1600/patullo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2RNhFhu1zaN4QQxmuZdE1ZhvoYQI8Z7zvuQ74qzKFDrYXh5FGatbMnkwYjVzb-ZDcCc4Vltt44mnzTiUvCJ8DTdfkCKBYFdQ9cy2SZWAJU4XqLwMKqqzD-aDdcdTWqWh7Z4GMghDqnV5C/s320/patullo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654820774324814274" /></a><br /><br /> ....I only know what the Lord has done for me. It’s been said that a leopard can’t change it's spots. Or once this way, always this way. You’ll never change, you will always be a… whatever. I’m so glad that I’m not a leopard. Life has often been called a road we travel on, a road that if we are not careful could take us in a direction we don’t want to go. Yesterday I got to travel a road that I traveled over 20 years ago. It was a road that took me from home to work, and as I sat in traffic around the same time of day that I would have sat so long ago, there was almost this feeling of familiarity to it. The stop and go, the merging in,the same buildings, even the sound of the train, as cars had to wait for the train to pass. As I looked, I couldn't help think that many be some of the drivers and their cars were the same. For those commuters nothing much had changed. For a brief moment I almost felt that for me nothing had changed, even though 20 years had passed. We’ve been called creatures of habit. In God's word we are told to be masters over the animals, I find it odd when people label us. I’m so glad that I’m not a leopard, that I can change. Life is tough, some of the roads are hazardous. In God's word we're told of a helper–someone to guide us. We are cautioned not to grieve God’s Spirit. We are instructed to meet with others in the faith. The road we travel may seem familiar but it’s us who change-it’s how we react when we are cut off, it’s our attitude when we're sitting in traffic too long. Sometimes we have to travel around the same problem till we get it right, or wait longer than we would like to. The road I traveled yesterday took me past where I worked so many years ago. I realized that I am not the same person. Something in my spirit reminded me that a Christian's journey is a daily journey, that the choices I make are important to God. <br /><br /><br /> Genesis 1:28 (New Living Translation) 28 God blessed them and told them, "Multiply and fill the earth and subdue it. Be masters over the fish and birds and all the animals." <br /><br />LOG-ONJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-29775423976207115062011-09-12T07:39:00.000-07:002011-12-06T07:04:22.868-08:00Take Me Back<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIZCtrk2J5-8ZUvpx7-XcEI9y_fFJieY3IF3-8sbeti3TXfyErCvhL0850zyIE0mlgfG1JCD5Hk5MrM_CKRcbavBNB3_CbDypCwOKJxl2SxvqDFC-JOeXUYLOcGHudaF2kTFZJ72DXNQy/s1600/ps_2011_07_23___12_11_20.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIZCtrk2J5-8ZUvpx7-XcEI9y_fFJieY3IF3-8sbeti3TXfyErCvhL0850zyIE0mlgfG1JCD5Hk5MrM_CKRcbavBNB3_CbDypCwOKJxl2SxvqDFC-JOeXUYLOcGHudaF2kTFZJ72DXNQy/s320/ps_2011_07_23___12_11_20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651484452951588082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5k0VhoT8_cp_aPSe0z5nKW3BCR2mP-C2H0CqberxKUyGum3SQOsVn2_iqxtNHLTZ9rPMP1WuDVJVBD_jtsE1wf0-XxLD_xRFXVRvNqQUs1Yc0nE7KuG9HEeSmfMDA_y0_NnTAqCvkWv0f/s1600/IMG_3311.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5k0VhoT8_cp_aPSe0z5nKW3BCR2mP-C2H0CqberxKUyGum3SQOsVn2_iqxtNHLTZ9rPMP1WuDVJVBD_jtsE1wf0-XxLD_xRFXVRvNqQUs1Yc0nE7KuG9HEeSmfMDA_y0_NnTAqCvkWv0f/s320/IMG_3311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651483501350211602" /></a> …What A Privilege. This past summer I had the experience of a lifetime. My wife, my son, and myself flew to Finland, my wife’s parent’s homeland, and Ireland, my birthplace. Finland wasn’t at all what I had expected. Beautiful landscapes, rolling wheat fields, the people looking so healthy. While in Finland we felt a little like we were in a relay race, that we were the baton in this race, as we were passed off to different relatives. There was a prize at the end of this relay that we were unaware of. Knowing what the prize is now, and the importance for us to finish this relay, has made me wonder what relay race are you in. Our prize keeps coming to my mind every time I think of Finland. My wife who had been corresponding to her Aunt finally got to meet her. She was a petite lady who had just celebrated her 90th birthday. So-o-o sweet. As we had tea and birthday cake she reminisced to my wife about her mom as together they look at old back and white pictures. This reunion was so incredible, as I stood of to the side and watched two family members who have never met come together. I was told later that Aunt had been praying for years, hoping that one day she could meet her sister’s daughter before she died. This small woman who had raised 10 children of her own, her prayers were answered. I was so blessed to see this happen, to be able to watch as they hugged for the first time all I could do was wipe the small tear from my eye. God can do far more that we can imagine. The race you are running is important, you may not know the out come at the starting line, or the importance of finishing .So much of what we are doing in life we unknowingly are doing on faith. You don’t have to be a Christian to be doing things on faith, I believe that we all have a hope inside us that thing are going to workout. Who would have thought that a little 90 year old lady would be my prize at the end of my relay race in Finland. <br /> <br />Ireland … We all have roots, some good some bad. Roots nonetheless I was just a little nervous going to Ireland it had been 43 years that I had walked there. Someone once said that when you go back that far you can be disappointed in what you find. That place where we played as a child, no longer exists or we wouldn’t feel welcomed in a country that is no longer home but still holds deep feelings inside. I will be forever grateful to my cousin who showed us Ireland and some of her landmarks. But more that that showed me and thought me the importance of family. That each part is needed. This Blog was given to me as a gift for fathers day its taken some unexpected turns its helped me to realize how important each one of us is .In a funny kind of way it’s given me a voice I never thought I had and I’ve come to realize that I can never be complete as I try with Gods help to build this house. Not many people have the opportunity to travel to their birthplace with their wife and son. We’ve rediscovered family, history and culture. Every were we went we were welcomed and hugged often. There is a move of God maybe a renewing that I never new as a small boy .We were privileged to tour one new church with over 700 hundred members and growing as people are curious to know what is going on in side this new building. There is defiantly a hunger for more in Ireland. <br /> <br /> 1 Corinthians 13 (New Living Translation)<br />9 Now we know only a little, and even the gift of prophecy reveals little! 10 But when the end comes, these special gifts will all disappear. 11 It's like this: When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child does. But when I grew up, I put away childish things. 12 Now we see things imperfectly as in a poor mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God knows me now. 13 There are three things that will endure -- faith, hope, and love -- and the greatest of these is love.<br /><br /> ‘You can take the boy out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the man.” Author unknown.<br /><br />LOG-ONJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-49655279398382533782011-07-30T14:22:00.000-07:002011-07-30T14:32:06.377-07:00When I Grow Up I Wanna Be Just LIke You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlhFwQOD5PGdzCUEFWfM9nvXJWzk5RW1HkgCp6fxuD3fSRd7q6LfV7t69U9hI3rWz5tHBJkn5UvP7QAPTCAgnpEU7UKzlXJ_R3MwkEqsImpIi9QUrkJFdnuplxpzlRmb0UrZBVASC20KV-/s1600/IMG_2391.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlhFwQOD5PGdzCUEFWfM9nvXJWzk5RW1HkgCp6fxuD3fSRd7q6LfV7t69U9hI3rWz5tHBJkn5UvP7QAPTCAgnpEU7UKzlXJ_R3MwkEqsImpIi9QUrkJFdnuplxpzlRmb0UrZBVASC20KV-/s320/IMG_2391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635259632286244178" /></a><br />Do you ever have that thought that just stays with you? Some newscasts are full of stories where relatives are arrested, two brothers, a father and son. <br />Or stories where an elderly person is taken away in handcuffs. And the thought comes to mind, what the children see the adults do, the child will do it more. We can only do the best with what has been given us, and if we don’t, someone else suffers.<br /><br /> When my wife and I give gifts to our children, we love to watch the facial expressions light up, when they open their gift. For the giver of the gift, it’s really what it’s all about. Sometimes we ask them to close their eyes really tight. Now open them. Usually a picture is taken to capture the moment.<br />This body we are in, is only temporary, and when we die our spirit will go up to heaven, where we will be given new bodies. I would like to think that my death is going to be like a big party celebration, where I am told not to peek, keep your eyes closed real tight, and wait till everyone is in position. O.K. now you can open them. Can you picture the expression on your face as you look around heaven at all your loved ones, the ones that went on before you. The Bible clearly tells us that heaven is a place that angels are real, that the battles we fight are in the spiritual realm, that things are going to get worse as the end gets closer.<br />Some have tried to predict when the end will happen, but NO man knows that for sure. It’s all there in black and white. You can read for yourself. It’s like having to do your homework for yourself, and not getting your girlfriend or wife to do it for you. Remember when you were in school and you were given an assignment that you were interested in? You put an effort into learning the assignment, you studied, you had the answers, you were confident, and when class started you were excited. There was a kind of peace that was inside you.<br />And when the teacher asked a question, you were ready with the answer. Jesus is our teacher. We will be held accountable for what we have done with the time we have been given. We Christians, myself included, get so caught up trying to figure out what we have to offer, what our so called gifts are, that we give confusion in us time to steal moments. When all we are called to do is be the best husband, best wife, best person, and not get so caught up in that other stuff. <br />Do you remember a show called, ‘Welcome Back Kotter?’ The show was set in a classroom. There was this one student, his name was Arnold Horshack, and whenever Mr Kotter, the teacher, would ask a question, Horshack in excitement would raise his hand straight up, popping out of his seat, and would yell “ooh ooh oooh!” As to say “Mr Kotter, please ask me, I have the answer.” When I am asked the question, how I did as a Dad, I want to be able to raise my hand straight up, as I pop out of my seat in excitement yelling, “ooh oooh ooooh! I have the answer.” I want to be able to say I did the very best with what you gave me.<br /><br />LOG-ONJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-59419533785054837582011-07-28T05:46:00.000-07:002011-07-28T15:57:26.559-07:00If You Search For Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQ9NLe4zSFJeOtUPi1zXusa8m14izk1jdRtqTLBPYFMr3Y5hhU5eS5QHFmxDgYa-0Fjcf8OnjzdvNKPdUfoMwCq5z7Co8oflCe1vMSlewfra3f8DkPesgYxmpeA0FAgnRgzH00R_AOrEB/s1600/IMG_2035.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUQ9NLe4zSFJeOtUPi1zXusa8m14izk1jdRtqTLBPYFMr3Y5hhU5eS5QHFmxDgYa-0Fjcf8OnjzdvNKPdUfoMwCq5z7Co8oflCe1vMSlewfra3f8DkPesgYxmpeA0FAgnRgzH00R_AOrEB/s320/IMG_2035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634386883342146946" /></a><br /> ….. There’s this old Gospel song that comes to mind, “We Call On Him,” and I wonder why for some people they only cry out for comfort, and pray as a last resort. My Mom once said, I raised you and someone else gets to have you. There are lessons all around us. Spiritual lessons, I like to call them. Lessons the Holy Spirit gives us, just because. Sometimes I just shake my head and cry. Let me try to explain. At church I usually sit in the same area, usually in the middle section close to the back. That way when my son walks in with his young family, I get to look at them, and get a hug. This past Sunday when they came to church they just walked by, and I missed the hug, and the smile, and the strong embrace. I hadn’t changed seats, or moved to a different location. Maybe he didn’t see me, or he needed to take care of his young family. It wasn’t long till he was standing right beside me, all 6ft.2in. of him, with his smile and strong embrace. And I marveled at this life, as parents, we raised. People seem to have no need for God in the so called good times, and they just walk right past him, but when trouble comes they cry out, “Lord Help!” God doesn’t change seats. He is always there waiting for us to come to Him. He is the same yesterday, today and forever, and he is waiting for us to move close to Him. He is a God of love, and will not force his way into your life, if you don’t invite Him in. Many years ago, I was 18 at the time, someone who cared for me very much, my girlfriend at the time, now my wife, gave me a Bible to read. I had grown up in a Christian home. We celebrated all the holidays- Christmas, Easter, went to mass on Sunday. Even though I did all the required things, it wasn’t till I started to read the Bible and experience how timeless and true are it’s words. I am so thankful that my parents tried to teach me about the holiness of God. Each one of us can hear God speak, there is a move in our spirit that wants to shift to the things that please God. As a young man of 18, I read this verse in Romans. It was about the inner struggles of man, the inner struggle of one’s spirit, and as I was reading the words I couldn’t believe that someone else in a different time was battling with their own inner feelings. It was almost like I had written the very words I was reading. Here it’s almost 40 years later, and now, these feelings have turned into emotions, as I watch my dear mom battling old age, and dementia, a disease that robs a person of their spirit, memory and will to live. I don’t know if it’s that way for other people with this disease, but it is for my mom.<br /> I have gone through some of the things that life brings, marriage, births, loss of love ones, loss of jobs, little ones growing up around me, now raising their own family. <br /> Once again, I find myself reading from Romans. As I struggle with the emotion and pain, as my dear Mom loses her memory of me, I somehow feel that I have been given a way out, and oddly enough, my prayer is a prayer of thanks. I have to hang onto the hope that was planted in me at an early age, that even death can’t separate us from the love of God. There is something so strong fighting inside us telling us lies, trying to confuse us, trying to make us believe that we are beyond God’s love. When all we need to do is be still and know that God is God, and one day I will see my Mom in her new body in Heaven. Some days my Mom doesn’t even remember my name, but she usually finishes our visits by saying, “God Bless,” because in her spirit, there is still some fight left in this Spirited Irish Lady. <br /><br /><br />Romans 8:38-39 (New Living Translation)<br /><br /> 38 And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from his love. Death can't, and life can't. The angels can't, and the demons can't. Our fears for today, our worries about tomorrow, and even the powers of hell can't keep God's love away. 39 Whether we are high above the sky or in the deepest ocean, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. <br /><br />LOG-ON P.S. we love you MomJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-80792154001847554102011-07-06T05:15:00.000-07:002011-07-06T05:33:31.228-07:00Conflict of Interest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJC-smYOqkciSxlNeV6VsC_NwY-u7Y2efvMOr2Hncx5a_-T6dUGkpgSIMwIUvukYiNxgXyfLT0zIsQprRVVVNsE4_RRtnG6Wj02-SNNFb4Y3ygx6ckDs8_AsaIHfv0inNBKRt6jQuyJSP/s1600/IMG_1617.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJC-smYOqkciSxlNeV6VsC_NwY-u7Y2efvMOr2Hncx5a_-T6dUGkpgSIMwIUvukYiNxgXyfLT0zIsQprRVVVNsE4_RRtnG6Wj02-SNNFb4Y3ygx6ckDs8_AsaIHfv0inNBKRt6jQuyJSP/s320/IMG_1617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626215236487712690" /></a><br /> ....I haven’t given much thought to log house construction lately. My thoughts are if my dreams can’t come true maybe I can help someone else’s dream happen. As I am learning to let go of some of my dreams, and reflect back, I’m also thankful that I am not where I used to be and with that said, I’m not where I want to be. I only know one thing, the privilege of where I am, is a gift –a gift of grace and a gift of hope. Sometimes we can allow negative thinking to do it’s thing. It’s almost as if we allow our armor to be penetrated. If you have been reading your Bible, you will remember that we are cautioned about evil, and the need to wear all the armor that is at our disposal. Evil is like that sin or weed waiting to germinate, wanting to take root in your life and kill all the good that is growing in you. <br /><br />Philippians 4:8 (New Living Translation. 8 And now, dear brothers and sisters, let me say one more thing as I close this letter. Fix your thoughts on what is true and honorable and right. Think about things that are pure and lovely and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. <br /><br />LOG-ONJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-83629530855965907662011-05-17T09:26:00.000-07:002011-05-20T07:51:55.897-07:00Completion Date<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTQyjjU_40l2F4y7_oUwBCPPi1QuD4zJrfNmmxLm2VMMqOgh_uhb93qz04dAXEoh3l81XDlcJ-AYpHk6CVqJLnfN5YE6lISPry4WV-32X44IwcyMS_QFIKkTnBYDiA1KLc6ajSC-bDRxo/s1600/IMG_2236.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTQyjjU_40l2F4y7_oUwBCPPi1QuD4zJrfNmmxLm2VMMqOgh_uhb93qz04dAXEoh3l81XDlcJ-AYpHk6CVqJLnfN5YE6lISPry4WV-32X44IwcyMS_QFIKkTnBYDiA1KLc6ajSC-bDRxo/s320/IMG_2236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607723216590554866" /></a><br />…This seems odd to be talking about the building permit so late in the construction stage. This month I will be celebrating another year that I have been under construction. Yes it’s my birthday, but sometimes we don’t know the true value of something till we meditate on it. Oddly enough that’s what I have been doing, as I have been constructing and learning to go deeper, examining my heart. Every new building needs to submit a blueprint to city hall for approval, before construction can start. I am so thankful when I answered that altar call many years ago. It was as if I was submitting my blueprints, that every inch of my life was exposed. Every room, every closet, was open for examination. What the evil one brings to harm, the Holy Spirit turns it around for our good. As a little boy growing up going to church, I was taught that the evil in me sits on my shoulder whispering in my ear, prompting me that its o.k., you can get away with it, no one is going to know. That’s a lie because I know. So if I know shouldn’t I also know that God knows? As my dad would say, sometimes we are our own worst enemy. If you are still reading I know that there has been a good work started in you. Don’t quit, don’t give up hope.<br /><br />Ephesians 4:25-32 (New Living Translation)<br />25 So put away all falsehood and "tell your neighbor the truth" because we belong to each other. 26 And "don't sin by letting anger gain control over you." Don't let the sun go down while you are still angry, 27 for anger gives a mighty foothold to the Devil. 28 If you are a thief, stop stealing. Begin using your hands for honest work, and then give generously to others in need. 29 Don't use foul or abusive language. Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them. 30 And do not bring sorrow to God's Holy Spirit by the way you live. Remember, he is the one who has identified you as his own, guaranteeing that you will be saved on the day of redemption. 31 Get rid of all bitterness, rage, anger, harsh words, and slander, as well as all types of malicious behavior. 32 Instead, be kind to each other, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, just as God through Christ has forgiven you.<br /><br /><br /> Most log homes fall into the category of one of a kind, custom made, and for this reason need a special seal that is obtained from a structural engineer. I believe there is a special seal on each one of us. Years ago when we built our first house, we were able to move in before final occupancy was granted. This allowed us the time we needed to complete some of the unfinished details, and the privilege to live in the house before final occupancy was granted. In God’s word, our Bible, we are taught that we will never be complete till we are in our true home Heaven, that this earth is a temporary thing, and this will all pass. I have been asked many times will I ever build that log house for real? We all have things we would like to do, big dreams we would love to see come to reality. I have seen glimpses of the possibility of this happening, and my hope is that I will. I know that’s not an exact answer, but it’s the best I can say. I do believe we need to keep moving forward toward our dreams in the hope that one day the impossible becomes the possible. I also believe if you grieve the Holy Spirit you aren’t doing you self any favors. Our manual (the Bible) was written to teach, not to condemn and that God does care about whatever we are going through. <br /><br /><br />Ephesians 1:13<br />13 In Him, you also, after listening to the message of truth, the gospel of your salvation -having also believed, you were sealed in Him with the Holy Spirit of promise,<br /><br /><br />Titus 3:5 NLT<br />He saved us, not because of the good things we did, but because of his mercy. He washed away our sins and gave us a new life through the Holy Spirit.<br /><br />As I am struggling with my thoughts, with the words I want to write, there is this cry inside of me to be able to express as clearly as I can that God is an awesome God. No one going to make you follow after the things that please Him, your spirit is going to have to want it. God’s Holy Spirit will not force any wrong on you. It’s not possible. In the Bible Jesus says, “Come to me all who are weary and I will give you rest.” Are you one of the all? I know I am. My prayer is that you think about your actions and remember what love is.—LOG - ONJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-57483047675549818212011-05-11T07:54:00.000-07:002011-05-22T06:47:50.327-07:00What Kind of House Are You Building ?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipC5jDf892YS0ziNVd5q0wIYE5SoqhD4W6-WSeoNz8ji2pH3TUikNTwLTROITywypE6jtEmAZ51IOO5COkJvKrT58RAnerbujK2A2qbieYxKb5dmmZUcT7En0kFvf5pmDt16WehIGRANaz/s1600/IMG_0229.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipC5jDf892YS0ziNVd5q0wIYE5SoqhD4W6-WSeoNz8ji2pH3TUikNTwLTROITywypE6jtEmAZ51IOO5COkJvKrT58RAnerbujK2A2qbieYxKb5dmmZUcT7En0kFvf5pmDt16WehIGRANaz/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605474275775287682" /></a><br />…I’m one of those morning type people, <br />usually when I wake up I have a thought that I feel I need to build on. My thoughts these last few mornings have been on Sin and how it relates to this house. We all like to have nice furniture, things that will make our home comfortable and if you could listen to the decor it would tell you about the people who live there. There comes a time when you have <br />to decide what kind of home you want, what it will be furnished with even down to the smallest detail, like the pictures on the wall. What we take in through our eyes (what we look at ) to what we take in through our mouth, brain and yes heart. There that word again I’ve tried to run from. Some doorways are so banged up because the owner tries to bring in the wrong size furniture and in the process cause damage to the entranceway. Sometimes the owner picks up pieces that don’t add to the overall style or character that they are trying to create. When I picture a log home I visualize a great room, massive logs and a roaring fire sitting in a hearth surrounded by river rock. You could almost sense the unity to the home as you walk through each room. Sometimes in our life we can pick up things, wrong thoughts doubt, resentment, unforgiveness, failour, almost a woo is me mentality and in bringing these things in, we damage the doorframe. These things can build up to a point were we have a battle on our hands till we have to force these thing out. We are told to hide His word in our heart for a reason, for when we feel beat up you could have something to hold on to. Up to this point building the log house and examining myself has for the most part been fun so I am feeling as I share my thoughts just a little exposed. Sin can you feel the power this little word carries? Love a word with only one more letter covers all, relay what more can you add to that. <br />Deuteronomy 7:9 Understand, therefore, that the LORD your God is indeed God. He is the faithful God who keeps his covenant for a thousand generations and constantly loves those who love him and obey his commands. <br /> <br />Ephesians 6:8-18 A final word: Be strong with the Lord's mighty power. 11 Put on all of God's armor so that you will be able to stand firm against all strategies and tricks of the Devil. 12 For we are not fighting against people made of flesh and blood, but against the evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against those mighty powers of darkness who rule this world, and against wicked spirits in the heavenly realms. 13 Use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy in the time of evil, so that after the battle you will still be standing firm. 14 Stand your ground, putting on the sturdy belt of truth and the body armor of God's righteousness. 15 For shoes, put on the peace that comes from the Good News, so that you will be fully prepared. 16 In every battle you will need faith as your shield to stop the fiery arrows aimed at you by Satan. 17 Put on salvation as your helmet, and take the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. 18 Pray at all times and on every occasion in the power of the Holy Spirit. Stay alert and be persistent in your prayers for all Christians everywhere. My sincere prayer is that you don’t go weary and get a cold heart and give up. Log-OnJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-36484479789355475012011-05-10T07:27:00.000-07:002011-05-10T08:12:52.729-07:00Custom Plan One Of A Kind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPvzAqmRkxiYnXL7BxddZTECsLg7UFkY9iqwxyN9gJIqKrCmlN1u6b0kTR44WdxshdXfNrHIPyJ_Ty9WAk06xD9o1hoi52eEPRxtGQ3lObTnvopU73z92G1_Z8RfCVm6Ummm893WT21t-_/s1600/IMG_2287.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPvzAqmRkxiYnXL7BxddZTECsLg7UFkY9iqwxyN9gJIqKrCmlN1u6b0kTR44WdxshdXfNrHIPyJ_Ty9WAk06xD9o1hoi52eEPRxtGQ3lObTnvopU73z92G1_Z8RfCVm6Ummm893WT21t-_/s320/IMG_2287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605099867161907810" /></a><br /> …My thought here is not to give the wrong impression. I grew up in a loving home with two parents, and two sisters that I love dearly. I have many, many, fond memories of a great childhood. Most of my Christian life I have felt that, I'm not too sure of the correct word to use here, so I'm going to use a quote from Paul’s letters in Romans...Romans 7: 24-25. 24 I've tried everything and nothing helps. I'm at the end of my rope. Is there no one who can do anything for me? Isn't that the real question? 25 The answer, thank God, is that Jesus Christ can and does. He acted to set things right in this life of contradictions where I want to serve God with all my heart and mind, but am pulled by the influence of sin to do something totally different. (The Message) <br />We are called as Christians, as believers to put off those things that hold us back. That each one of us is important, that we have something to contribute. So many people get caught up looking for their gift, that I think they don’t realize that they are the gift. I don’t mean that in a puffed up kind of way. We are made unique, one of a kind. If you really want to get down to it we are made in God's image. Intimacy with God to me is such a strange concept, but this is becoming more and more real to me as I am still learning to hear His voice for myself. I know in my heart someone will read this, let me assure you God loves you, He cares for you. There is a will in your spirit, it's a battle, it's you telling you lies. Lies that you messed up again. Lies that you are not a very nice person. Lies to bring you down, to draw you away from the goodness of God's Holy Spirit that is in each one of us. You are not alone. Everyone who walks this earth will have battles, but you can have victory. Are you at the end of your rope, do you feel that you have reached bottom? My heart is sad because of your pain, but I think you know what you have to do. <br />As I stand back and look at the log house, a tear comes to my eye. I shake my head, I think that I have come so far. Things are starting to take shape. I’ve had to go back and redo some stuff. Some of my choices I’ve had to rethink, I’ve had to ask for help at different stages of construction, and advice when I wasn’t sure of a product. But I am happy with the overall look.<br /> Romans 16: 16-18. Hardly. You know well enough from your own experience that there are some acts of so-called freedom that destroy freedom. Offer yourselves to sin, for instance, and it's your last free act. But offer yourselves to the ways of God and the freedom never quits. All your lives you've let sin tell you what to do. 17 But thank God you've started listening to a new master, 18 one whose commands set you free to live openly in his freedom! (The Message)<br />Are you happy with the house you are building? Log-OnJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-63420240576162897222011-04-04T07:52:00.000-07:002011-04-06T08:19:58.655-07:00Daughters Of Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDggBrakdGCUd0U1SIYhEdg8APoGsxdxTHP0wALsg9tehG75DQVPGTj0_WONLlbHzvFQ8YF6Q4wJS7-LPu15S1BeXS0fXSF6A-7AhNsgRlUz_prfVGVP8T100qjAZIWf1hK3QBtqziUCuz/s1600/IMG_2212.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDggBrakdGCUd0U1SIYhEdg8APoGsxdxTHP0wALsg9tehG75DQVPGTj0_WONLlbHzvFQ8YF6Q4wJS7-LPu15S1BeXS0fXSF6A-7AhNsgRlUz_prfVGVP8T100qjAZIWf1hK3QBtqziUCuz/s320/IMG_2212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591744748238057698" /></a><br /> …There’s always going to be lots of choices pulling at you. Offers of trips overseas, which career path to take, who you will marry, or do you follow your dream? Decisions! Decisions we make, so many in a day that we don’t even realize it, but somehow we get through the day. Sometimes we go through dark days, lost jobs, unspoken bitterness, or unforgiveness, an elderly parent not remembering your name. It’s been said that time heals. As I look back on my own past, I recognized some of the healing that has taken place. Most importantly the hugs I get from my mom even if she doesn’t remember my name, forgiveness, old dreams reignited. In my thoughts I am reminded that love is the strength that binds us together. We don’t realize it, but love can be disguised as many things. It’s come in the encouragement I got from my wife when I lost my job, and supported me in my career choices. It’s come in times when I had to reach out and make things right. It’s come in the familiar voices of my sisters. And in hearing their voice, I am reminded that we are still family. Have you ever taken a romantic moonlight walk and looked at the stars? I got to do just that this past week with my wife, son, nephew and two nieces as we walked along the beach on the Sunshine Coast. There was a peace, almost a party atmosphere, as we walked in the darkness, knowing the night will pass because it has no other choice. You may be going through darkness, some of those things that life has a way of throwing at us. The Bible encourages us to seek council, to stand back to back, to worship, to wear armor, to do all this when the darkness comes. So that we would be still standing when the darkness passes. <br /> <br /> 1 Thessalonians 5 :4-8 4 But friends, you're not in the dark, so how could you be taken off guard by any of this? 5 You're sons of Light, daughters of Day. We live under wide open skies and know where we stand. 6 So let's not sleepwalk through life like those others. Let's keep our eyes open and be smart. 7 People sleep at night and get drunk at night. 8 But not us! Since we're creatures of Day, let's act like it. Walk out into the daylight sober, dressed up in faith, love, and the hope of salvationJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-21216028518757184412011-03-10T06:27:00.000-08:002011-05-22T06:27:44.958-07:00Love Covers All<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglr3givkcGZHCH7qAV4AgDZbCqrGHPvDk77QzpytGv6I0x9kLoHLhQaI0_kE0PP8rtTDQc5AUDORE8oXsGIOsRvG0w1oAYpGVCLM-Sf_giCDdBGvcofW3jzZDewkXj_cIQSaA_pQfcHKDB/s1600/IMG_1162.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglr3givkcGZHCH7qAV4AgDZbCqrGHPvDk77QzpytGv6I0x9kLoHLhQaI0_kE0PP8rtTDQc5AUDORE8oXsGIOsRvG0w1oAYpGVCLM-Sf_giCDdBGvcofW3jzZDewkXj_cIQSaA_pQfcHKDB/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582458496846531426" /></a>....One picture is worth a thousand words. Love what an awesome little word. Love covers a multitude. There’s that place where we would love to travel to, that special piece of clothing we love to wear. Some have a favorite color they love. Or they might say, "I love that color on you, it brings out the color in your eyes." I believe that the Lord speaks to us through scriptures, through nature, through song and especially through people, if we have the ears to listen. Spiritual ears. Have you ever been side swiped, not in a car, but by a question? I’ll get back to this thought later. Sunday night, my wife and myself attended a worship service. What a blessing that was. There were only a handful of young people in worship, no message, just closed eyes praising God. In Love with their creator. It’s not that often as an older generation worshiper I get an invitation to sit in on a junior youth worship service and reignite something in my own spirit. Let me encourage you when the invitation presents itself again, you accept it. So midway through the week our church junior youth service was open to all ages, and once again I saw a generation in worship, in love. There was a freedom that was present at both services. (Almost like a first love) Those of us that have been married for some time, I am sure you can remember your first date. How, when you had to walk up the pathway and knock on your sweethearts door. If you were like me your heart was racing and beating so loud that you would think the people around you could here it. You were probably really nervous. Right? When you were first in Love you were so full of ... let's call it faith. If you were like me, you had some pretty big decisions to make. I'm not sure why those decisions as big as they were came easy. So why do the little decisions so much later on in life take so long to decide? Do you ever just sit and shake your head and ask yourself what was I thinking? Every once in a while you will be given a gift, and if your heart and your ears are listening you will receive the gift. My gift came when an elderly couple from my church shared with me the love that I could see in them for each other. What a privilege, to be invited into their life, as they held hands. My sideswipe question came form my mom. She wanted to know if I still love my wife the way I used to? After 33 years together, my nerves have subsided a little, but my heart still beats loud. We’ve become more one, we’ve raised a family and lived a life together. Yes. Sometimes the older we get, the smaller our step. This could be a physical step or a spiritual step, either way you have to take it. Sometimes a little reminder of the goodness of God, the faithfulness of God, is just the reminder we need. We can get side swiped in more ways than one. Satan wants to take you out. He loves to attack families. His main goal is to confuse you, take you off track, and trip you up. <br /> 1 Peter 5:8 Be alert, be on watch! Your enemy, the Devil, roams around like a roaring lion, looking for someone to devour. <br /> Proverbs 24:13-16 13 Eat honey, dear child - it's good for you - and delicacies that melt in your mouth. 14 Likewise knowledge, and wisdom for your soul - Get that and your future's secured, your hope is on solid rock. 15 Don't interfere with good people's lives; don't try to get the best of them. 16 No matter how many times you trip them up, God-loyal people don't stay down long; Soon they're up on their feet, while the wicked end up flat on their faces. Log-ONJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-75715671828131219652011-03-01T07:28:00.000-08:002011-03-01T07:55:09.202-08:00Pivotal Moments<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2W0UAj6OVmN51GLNF2ilAMSiYUdKtmsZDze0h_QrGNrSLdQjKymMMUjHVwdmOtRUGrEBcjS7oprz-Z0GVwQalVE29Rd3ffyOxbgeppc3ltrgJ1H43cPRd_IXItrGsbKpMei_xUOPT3_-y/s1600/85505007684100_tmp_org.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2W0UAj6OVmN51GLNF2ilAMSiYUdKtmsZDze0h_QrGNrSLdQjKymMMUjHVwdmOtRUGrEBcjS7oprz-Z0GVwQalVE29Rd3ffyOxbgeppc3ltrgJ1H43cPRd_IXItrGsbKpMei_xUOPT3_-y/s320/85505007684100_tmp_org.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579133928247251442" /></a><br />PIVOTAL MOMENTS … We all have them: our birth, our school years, our teen years… to finding that someone that completes us, learning together how to raise a family, to sitting with an aging parent. I’ve had to realize that I’m getting older; something that I don’t like to admit to, but have no control over. When did the roles change? I can remember as a young boy going for a Sunday drive with my family, and my Grandad, my dad’s father. My dad would drive, with his dad sitting in the front passenger seat beside him, and the rest of the family would be in the back. That would be my mom, two sisters, myself of course, and on special occasions my mom’s mom, my grandmother. Just so you get the picture, we owned mini cooper, a Mr. Bean type car only ours was a station wagon. My Grandad, was in my eyes, an old Irish gentleman. He was a small frame of a man. He always wore a suit and tie, and a rimmed hat. He smoked a pipe that he was forever lighting with long wooden matches. He was a widower from the time I knew him. It’s funny some of the things we remember. I also remember seeing him kneeling beside his bed praying. I think I know now what he must have been praying for. This past Sunday my pivotal moment came. I was the grandad in the front passenger seat beside my son, while the rest of my family sat in the back. For the first time, I realized the roles have changed, and I am getting older. Oddly enough we were going to visit my mom. Her role has changed, and she is now more dependent on me, at this stage in her life. Heritage or history, whatever we call it, we all have one. There are times in my own history that I’m not proud of. There are also times that amaze me. Being blessed with a good wife, raising 3 kids. Bringing the little ones home from the hospital, really we didn’t even know what to expect. Now these same little ones are seeking a career, flying to exotic places, and raising little ones of their own. History starts in your own home. I believe if we change a generation, we will change history. Legacy is connected through generations, and you can change your family’s history, and leave a lasting legacy. Whatever way you want to say it: season, time, road traveled, it all comes down to the same thing-a place in your life. You have a choice daily. You can change history, and in doing so, you will leave a legacy that will last forever. Inheritance-this is the big one. What do you inherit from past history? Or if you’re still alive, what are your actions doing to your history, and what outcome will they have on your legacy? Little things impact us more than the big stuff. My Grandad kneeling beside his bed praying, the importance of a Grandmother taking her grandaughter to church, my own mom as she hugs me goodbye, saying God Bless. Inheritances: it’s not about the material stuff, it’s about the love and care, it’s about the things of the spirit. This next part is taken from the Bible. Believers all over the world and throughout time have found peace and rest for their spirit in the words written in these pages. The time is a different time, the place is a different place, the names may not be yours but they could be. I believe our spirit longs for something more, I also believe through time, history and generations we are still connected.<br />2 Timothy 1, 2:7<br />2 It is written to Timothy, my dear son. May God our Father and Christ Jesus our Lord give you grace, mercy, and peace. 3 Timothy, I thank God for you. He is the God I serve with a clear conscience, just as my ancestors did. Night and day I constantly remember you in my prayers. 4 I long to see you again, for I remember your tears as we parted. And I will be filled with joy when we are together again. 5 I know that you sincerely trust the Lord, for you have the faith of your mother, Eunice, and your grandmother, Lois. 6 This is why I remind you to fan into flames the spiritual gift God gave you when I laid my hands on you. 7 For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.<br /> Log- OnJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-3749930069170294982011-02-04T14:15:00.000-08:002011-02-10T12:58:31.026-08:00The Banana Story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLHdUl7GR_vElOpvdx-rLsaNsTs0Mz5Or6Ri5Bk7ndfoPcvWzaVEOlAcuA9QYBn3ClMo2uhZSV1vATIYQItOa0dWP6WWD1GlTIsdl__1C6D6TOyhxS_TfWpmNjo_FpkN2Nk69QbLa43ByW/s1600/IMG_2198.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLHdUl7GR_vElOpvdx-rLsaNsTs0Mz5Or6Ri5Bk7ndfoPcvWzaVEOlAcuA9QYBn3ClMo2uhZSV1vATIYQItOa0dWP6WWD1GlTIsdl__1C6D6TOyhxS_TfWpmNjo_FpkN2Nk69QbLa43ByW/s320/IMG_2198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572167394621740114" /></a><br /> <br />...Planting bananas is a little like planting seeds; one never really knows what will grow. Let me explain. Several months ago I had to go the grocery store. Standing in the doorway was a beggar asking for spare change. I know better than to give money, so I told the person I would buy him some food. I wasn’t too sure what to buy; so I picked up chocolate milk, a cheese bun, and I figured some fruit, a banana. My intention was to hand my purchase over to the person on my way out, and I say, “ your welcome”. To my surprise when I went to find that person he was gone, nowhere in sight. I was a little ticked off. You see, I thought we had an agreement. I had wasted time and money on something I didn’t need to buy. Something else happened that day. We often pass by people in need, and I know we feel more compassion in us to help; why we don’t, is anybody’s guess. I grew up in a time when giving up your seat to an elderly person on the bus was just the way it was; or holding the door was the gentlemanly thing to do. Being polite, saying please and thank you was a sign of a good up bringing. That day I decided to buy food for someone in need has thought me a lesson in listening, in obedience. Sure the man was gone. It’s not so much in the giving, it’s more in the willingness to listen. At home I had some explaining to do. I don’t normally buy chocolate milk, so everyone who looked in the fridge asked, “Why do we have chocolate milk in our fridge?” <br />The other morning my wife tells me she has been buying something extra for that needy person standing in the doorway of our local grocery store. I was so surprised, and proud, when my son told me he gave some fruit from his lunch, to a homeless man in the park. Out of my obedience, I was the one who was blessed. Somehow my little act of kindness has moved other members in my family to listen to that voice. So you see when you plant seeds of kindness, of giving, of helps, of compassion; even if the seeds are disguised as bananas, who knows what will grow? Log-OnJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-48845467160378773932011-01-22T07:42:00.000-08:002011-02-17T21:47:58.053-08:00Stay Connected<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVukP2jOJ-S_pk0K93uRuePH-A60st8a8uK2g74ir1UxNyUQcAHxG4Bsr3JsKE7N8ZpkrsNiTRU-I00mdzF48sEyKapQ5dm7MAWdS5fEP_LaDY00086UBE2BBWq9pk0mysYYpb2z3bf_o0/s1600/IMG_0728.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVukP2jOJ-S_pk0K93uRuePH-A60st8a8uK2g74ir1UxNyUQcAHxG4Bsr3JsKE7N8ZpkrsNiTRU-I00mdzF48sEyKapQ5dm7MAWdS5fEP_LaDY00086UBE2BBWq9pk0mysYYpb2z3bf_o0/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565049422740226386" /></a><br />So who you talk’n to? You. Who you talk’n to? You!... Simpler times. The good old days. I think one of the reasons I like log homes is the feeling I get of a simpler time. A time when people were more connected to each other, and the land. I enjoy technology as much as the next person, but really hasn’t it gone too far, and gotten out of control? Let me explain. One day while traveling on the ferry to the Sunshine Coast, as I was walking down the aisle looking for a place to sit, a lady was walking towards me. She was on her cell phone. As I was looking for a seat, all I could see were people on their I- pods, or playing small handheld video games. I started to think,“Don’t people interact with each other anymore?” Just as I was having this thought, a lady came around the corner. No lie, she was texting. I have also noticed walking down the street, two girls and a guy, and both the girls are texting someone. That old song comes to mind, ‘Love the one you’re with.’ I grew up in Ireland, and as a young boy I can remember being the first one on my street to have a T.V. Back then T.V. came on only in the evenings, with a choice of two stations. Now we have so many stations 24-7, that we can’t even make up our minds what to watch. My own mother, she’s a great grandmother, asked me, when did the cartoons on T.V. get so bad that she can’t sit down and watch them with her grandchildren. Some people have the idea that some cartoons are for adults and not children. How’s a child going to know the difference? Most of us will remember when Elvis’ hip moving was censored, and thought to be too sexy when he performed on the Ed Sullivan Show, so he was filmed from the waist up. What’s happened and how did we get this far off course? Back in the sixties and seventies when the music industry was exploding, and most of the popular bands of the day came out of England, the media called it The British Invasion. Songs like,‘I Want to Hold Your Hand’ by the Beatles, or In North America the Turtles sang, ‘Happy Together’, while the Beach Boys sang of ‘the Little Old Lady from Pasadena’, songs that made you feel happy. So when did the lyrics in song get so bad that now we need a rating system for content. One day while I was out for a walk, a car passes by with the windows down, you could feel the vibrations as the music came pumping out. Gangster rap, with lyrics that would embarrass a Gangster. Critics refer to the f word in entertainment as the f bomb. Kind of makes you think that we are in some kind of war, maybe even an invasion. I understand that we all want free choice, free to watch what we want, free to read what we want. I believe free choices come with a cost, and I think the cost we are paying for this freedom is too high. So what happened and how did we get so far off course? We’ve all heard sayings, or read something that makes you think. I had a poster once that read, ‘Earth this is God speaking. You have till the end of the month. I have a client who is interested in the property.’ Or you have read that bumper sticker, ‘Slow down the world, I want to get off.’ Have you ever felt that things were going too fast? We all have feel good memories, memories that you need to revisit every once in a while. My own Dad got so much pleasure making homemade apple pie, and his favorite, steak and kidney pie. When was the last time you peeled some apples, and made a pie? As my heart struggles for a simpler time, the good old days, I am reminded, for this generation, these are the good old days. As my spirit is feeling a little uneasy, my wife showed me a picture. She wanted to know what frame it looked better in. It was a picture of a little boy reading his Bible. In the background were newspaper headlines of war and the troubles all around him. To my surprise the picture was called ‘Peace amid the storm.’ All these thoughts of a simpler time, of reflecting, remembering my own Dad, has given me a hunger for some home made apple pie. My hope is that we all do something that will bring back some good memories, and give us a Spirit that is thankful. I think, maybe I have a pie to bake. Log-On<br />Psalm 106:1 NLT<br />Praise the LORD! Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good! His faithful love endures forever. <br /><br />Each one off us want to feel that what we do has value, that we get some kind off recognition. It could be a pay cheque or it could be a hug or a simple word of encouragement. My sign of encouragement came one night when I found an apple pie on my kitchen table. Funny thing was the person who left the pie hadn’t read this Blog yet and unknowingly encouraged me. So I would like to say to that person VINAKA VAKA LEVUJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-68834219909400119652010-12-23T15:57:00.000-08:002010-12-23T16:17:16.352-08:00Holding On Tight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbclpgW5SBN81vDNPIY2OSvuodmE7gxRsJl1bqmicNvmx7p-P7y4cdHvhpmPMrWkmhQe-hviTjPnI_QUjO068hfEcA-lpUkDw7TDQfVoO3sL38ItsHII5vpijSdiNvX7SHo5OJVmf2Ju0j/s1600/IMG_1940.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbclpgW5SBN81vDNPIY2OSvuodmE7gxRsJl1bqmicNvmx7p-P7y4cdHvhpmPMrWkmhQe-hviTjPnI_QUjO068hfEcA-lpUkDw7TDQfVoO3sL38ItsHII5vpijSdiNvX7SHo5OJVmf2Ju0j/s320/IMG_1940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554031542642005250" /></a><br />…The Ideal place to build a log home would be in a country setting, possibly on a large parcel of land. Years ago, there was this movie called ‘The Wilderness Family’. It was about a young couple whose dream was to build their own log home, live off the land, and raise a family. One day, while sitting in traffic, the young couple looked at each other, smiled and said, “Let’s go and build that cabin.” So they rented a float plane, and got dropped off in a remote valley, ready to build their homestead. I’m not quite there yet. My ideal place to build a log home would be on the Sunshine Coast of British Columbia. One of my favorite things to do there, is stay at one of the many B&B’s. I love to meet the owners, and hear their life’s stories. I’ve often thought, if I owned a B&B, I would call it, ‘Open Door B&B.’ <br />Your heart is your door, an entranceway of sorts. You could be very receptive to the things of God, or you could be so closed off that you miss even the simple things. It’s as though you have a lock on your door. I’ve come to realize that it’s our choice, how we react to situations. For some people their entrance way is a path full of flowers leading up to a welcome matt. For others it leads up to a moat with a draw bridge, and nothing is going to penetrate my castle, my space, my thinking, my bank account, my my, my. Lord forgive me. As I am sitting in my front room, I’m looking out a window with see through curtains, barely able to make out what’s outside. Wondering, do I need to add curtains to my log house or leave the windows plain? I want to be able to look outside, at all the things His hands have made, and not be afraid of the unknown. Shirley commented the other morning, maybe in a log home we don’t need curtains. Have you ever had that “aha!” moment? This was mine. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to remove the curtains, to be transparent, to be who we are on the outside, is who we are on the inside. I am not saying we need to remove all of the curtains so that the world can walk by and see us exposed, but I think we need to let the world see our Faith. Working on this part of the house has made me realize I still have some work to do in this area, and I am thankful that I know this, and feel it’s a step in the right direction. I am not sure what lesson I will learn next, as I continue, but I’m excited to see where the Lord leads. <br />Job 8: 9-18 (Message Translation) For we're newcomers at this, with a lot to learn, and not too long to learn it. 10 So why not let the ancients teach you, tell you what's what, instruct you in what they knew from experience? 11 Can mighty pine trees grow tall without soil? Can luscious tomatoes flourish without water? 12 Blossoming flowers look great before they're cut or picked, but without soil or water they wither more quickly than grass. 13 That's what happens to all who forget God - all their hopes come to nothing. 14 They hang their life from one thin thread, they hitch their fate to a spider web. 15 One jiggle and the thread breaks, one jab and the web collapses. <br /><br />Lord help me to hold on to all that is true, all that is noble, all that is from you. My prayer is that you hold on to His word with both hands. Log-OnJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-41323700065534591332010-11-15T21:13:00.000-08:002010-11-15T21:24:32.507-08:00A light unto my path...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfPp6bo1jR0Hnbe355f2Y5WzeRn-zxFoKqGCGH3oHmk0TlK-5gzyNbcwc3SKlVGbyR4WgMe_fAwvTAYV-qKO5-s7oOqqhodHV10ai06rUMY-JPQOd9z9MY2LvF8tuwKhtfp51hE7xF2tRD/s1600/IMG_2048.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfPp6bo1jR0Hnbe355f2Y5WzeRn-zxFoKqGCGH3oHmk0TlK-5gzyNbcwc3SKlVGbyR4WgMe_fAwvTAYV-qKO5-s7oOqqhodHV10ai06rUMY-JPQOd9z9MY2LvF8tuwKhtfp51hE7xF2tRD/s320/IMG_2048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540011661653004994" /></a>…I was so looking forward to this day. The day that I get to add lights to my log house. Now that it’s here, I’m feeling just a little uneasy. When you think about it, it’s the light that dispels the darkness. Right now my mind is racing with thoughts of light. Turning a light switch on in a dark room makes it impossible for the darkness to stay. Try this: sit in a room that has a ceiling lamp. Now just relax, let the light be absorbed into you. I hope that doesn’t sound too weird. Now get up, walk down a dark hallway, or go into another dark room, and turn on the light switch. Now try the same thing with the lights off. Sit in a dark room, now get up, walk down the dark hallway, or go into another dark room and look for the light switch, and turn it on. I don’t want to influence your thinking, but when I sat in the room with the light on, and had to get up and turn on the light switch in the dark rooms, I almost felt comforted, like I had taken some of the light with me. I could also turn around and see where I had come from, or I could return to the main room and absorb more light. <br />I have always thought the opposite of light was darkness. The more I think about it, the more I feel its temptation. We are told to resist temptation and stand your ground. The more temptation leaves us, the more opportunity light has to shine. When we pray, asking God to help us, we expel the darkness. If your heart is real, and your prayers are sincere, I believe God honors that. Psalm 119: 105. "By your words I can see where I'm going; they throw a beam of light on my dark path." As you read His word for yourself my hope for you is that your spirit will absorb some of His light. Log-OnJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-40129667150079428662010-11-08T13:15:00.000-08:002010-11-08T13:31:38.269-08:00The Guarantee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF5RCocTGKXELOiPLIWR-tvsbLstYNghfztAdy0u-oCzAe3AjvSb9EvteuqiXuS6BmrZ5r9DCmdm5_vn9GKJISXwKCw40HTtOsgk5bmWT4wXFXNDyGmQXoaq4prNA3dMvuVH_zd7DN8Vyz/s1600/IMG_0222.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF5RCocTGKXELOiPLIWR-tvsbLstYNghfztAdy0u-oCzAe3AjvSb9EvteuqiXuS6BmrZ5r9DCmdm5_vn9GKJISXwKCw40HTtOsgk5bmWT4wXFXNDyGmQXoaq4prNA3dMvuVH_zd7DN8Vyz/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537290973889340290" /></a><br />…As with any product, there are many variations, as to what accessories are included as standard equipment, and what are options or luxury items. Most log home companies offer a shell package where all you get are the outside walls. Some offer a lock-up package, which includes roof, doors, and windows, then the owner takes over and hires the sub trades. Plumbers, electricians, finish carpenters, are brought in to bring the home to completion. Isn’t odd that Jesus was the son of a carpenter? A sub trade.<br /> I think by now if you have read some of my past blogs, you know where I’m going with this. Our bodies, in a way, are much like a log shell waiting for the sub trades to come and complete us. We are all made pretty much the same, but some of our options are a little different. Maybe you have blue eyes, or your skin color is a different shade. Some shells are blessed with different talents, but really we are all the same shell. We all want a guarantee when we purchase a product. We want assurance that it lives up to what it’s supposed to do. If the product comes with instructions, that they are easy to understand, and when the item is put together it’s complete, with no parts left over...Whole. Did you know that the word of God comes with a guarantee? It’s not a guarantee that you will be wealthy, drive a big car, or live in a fancy house. It’s a guarantee that says, “If you search for me with all your heart, you will find me.” There are many good books on the market. Books on how to get inner peace, books on spiritual growth, books to help you grow… all good tools, but don’t let these books overshadow the original instruction manual, The Bible. Ephesians 1:14. The Spirit is God's guarantee that he will give us everything he promised and that he has purchased us to be his own people. This is just one more reason for us to praise our glorious God. <br />Wholeness to me means peace. There is a peace that passes all understanding. My prayer for you is that you find His peace. <br />Log-OnJohn Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839411617816658142.post-60811991125028961312010-10-28T09:05:00.000-07:002010-11-21T09:05:18.986-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgddb6L_jYvIetDtYRHgBYFSom2gU0jUws3_kaGYbhDbk7yghn5R0qbSvErdCVQ7ADaHQfre4EiVQLiMdmX0L88XmZRsalo5gIHP6491aWuD29EtHLNiv1UyoHZGBul37WqAGSB2eejuCm8/s1600/IMG_1391.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgddb6L_jYvIetDtYRHgBYFSom2gU0jUws3_kaGYbhDbk7yghn5R0qbSvErdCVQ7ADaHQfre4EiVQLiMdmX0L88XmZRsalo5gIHP6491aWuD29EtHLNiv1UyoHZGBul37WqAGSB2eejuCm8/s320/IMG_1391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533129660114118034" /></a><br /> …It’s Friday morning. I spent much of the morning detailing; adding moldings and trim around the door and window openings. I’ve also started to add some color. My first choice was green for the trim, but the more green I applied, the more I didn’t like it, so I’m am going with blue. I’m so surprised in the amount of time that this stage of construction has taken. It feels like after the major construction is over we have to deal with the smaller details.<br /> Samuel l6. 7 But God told Samuel, "Looks aren't everything. Don't be impressed with his looks and stature. I've already eliminated him. God judges persons differently than humans do. Men and women look at the face; God looks into the heart." (The Message)<br />The bible says that we are to be transformed by the renewing of our minds. We are instructed to live one day at a time, not to worry about tomorrow, that tomorrow will take care of itself. We all have different gifts to build up the body, and if we withhold these gifts the body suffers. Years ago I believe I was given a word for the church we were attending at the time. The word was to worry about nothing, pray about everything. We are called to pray at all times, to pray in every situation, and expect God to answer our prayers.<br />Have you ever gone ahead of yourself in things that you needed to do? Maybe you weren’t too proud of something you said, or something that you needed to make right. A promise you made, that you still need to keep. I believe our hearts can grow cold if we let these moments pass us by. So many people struggle to hear Gods voice, I think we hear fine, the struggle is in doing what He says. Somewhere in our lives we left things unfinished. It could be as simple as writing a letter to someone and thanking them for the encouragement they gave you, or visiting your mom and giving her a bigggg hug, or calling an old friend and sharing your heart. It’s funny how sometimes we have to be reminded of the simpler things of life. I’m so looking forward to the day when I start to add lights to my house, but for now I have to take stock of where this building is at, and complete what needs to be done. My prayer is that each one of us would take stock of where we’re at before we move on. Log-On.John Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013293894719183006noreply@blogger.com0