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What is your “Crowning Glory?”


 

Recently a Facebook/College friend posted how she was on her way to be given her “crown.” Wondering how she was getting hers, I continued to read the rest of her post.

Her contagious humor spilled over into a “royal” dental appointment where her crown would be placed to cover a tooth.  She was so glad that someone had finally recognized her royal heritage and was sealing it with a badge of honor.

Reading her words inspired me.

“What is my Crowning Glory?” or “What is anyone’s Crowning Glory?”

Many of us redeem ourselves with what we think is a worthwhile trait or character quality we choose to show off. Another example of this is our cat, Edgar.Edgar1

Little did we know last June when this tiny little creature found Mark that we would now have a Maine Coon Cat the size of a small dog. There is only one thing more important to Edgar beside his plate full of Friskies Chicken and Turkey dinner in Cheesy Sauce, and that is his tail.

His tail is a thing of “glory” to him. He marches around the house with his large head up, his eyes focused and his big, bushy orange tail standing straight up for all to admire.

For your own safety just know he is quite proud and possessive of his tail. If attacked he will fight to the end to protect it.

He believes his tail is representative of what he thinks, which is he is “King Cat.” Never mind that Maxi, our other feline has been the “Queen” for 13 years now. He thinks he has moved in and taken over.Edgartail

As I pondered the two “crowns” I questioned myself.

What do I consider to be my crown of glory?

My bleached thick hair?

My small stature which makes me stand out in a crowd?

Or my inability to cook?

Then I thought, what do other people believe deserves a crown in their life?

Their job?

Family?

Or a long to do list they have accomplished?

It’s not to say these aren’t all good things, but are they worthy of royalty?

No.

What we have or what we do isn’t who we are.

Who we are depends on our relationship with Jesus Christ.

In and of ourselves we are nothing but flesh walking around in a fallen world.

The truth is our crowning glory has nothing to do with us, but everything to do with the risen Christ.

He wore a crown of thorns. He was the “King of the Jews.” He died on the cross for everyone.

We do not own a crown of glory nor do we have one to place atop of our heads that means diddlysquat.

Jesus Christ is the only one who wears it because he alone is worthy.

 

Psalm 24:8 “Who is this King of glory? The LORD strong and mighty, the LORD mighty in battle.”

(This post is dedicated to Mary Vance Thompson Berlin; who has a crown that I don’t have)

 

 

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Heart


 

Lately God has been moving my heart to His heart. Not sure exactly how it started except I know what it feels like to be heart broken. I also knows what it feels like to have God put it back together, over and over.heart

Many blog posts I have referenced David. David as a young man the sheep herder and David as a King. Up until now I have mostly thought of him as a complex character with a variety of faults that measured His integrity and abilities.

How could a man go from being just a humble boy to an adulterous murderer yet hold on to the calling of God? Well, David did. But it wasn’t without much pain and anguish over his own sin and the misery he caused many.

The answer has nothing to do with him but the mercy and grace of God. It was all God that gave David his fighting ability to the musical talent within his soul to becoming a great king. In the end I think David knew this but the journey was long and hard.

But what stands out to me more than all of that together was the phrase that God described him. David was a man after God’s own heart.

God looked at David from the soulish heart of affection. Even as he committed some horrible crimes God forgave him as he laid on the floor for a year in repentance. In fact his kingdom servants and advisors worried he was never going to get up.

How many of us have done that?

I have to wonder what conversations went on between David and God. What all did he learn on that floor?

My opinion is his heart evolved into a heart for God that became his crowning achievement.

The sheep herder became a warrior.warrior

The great warrior became a hero.

The hero became a King.

The king became God’s humble servant.

And God’s humble servant became a man after God’s own heart.

I am more convinced than ever before, David left us the example of what God wants more than anything.

He is after our hearts. He wants our hearts to mesh with his. He wants us to seek Him personally, affectionately and continually so that we walk, talk and love as Jesus did.

God is more interested in the state of our hearts than what we can do for him. Why?

Because out of that heart connection the mouth speaks. (Luke 6:45)

And what we speak can change the world.

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A Box of Love


 

The older I get, the simpler I want life.

With age comes some natural changes like not caring about what use to bother me or if it doesn’t get done today, it will be here tomorrow.

Or maybe it’s a lack of desire? Or it could be what I use to think was important, really isn’t or wasn’t.

I finally made it to Belks to return some clothes that didn’t fit. The box had been in my car for over a month so that should tell you what I haven’t been doing.box

Between the lawsuit and court, preparing our taxes and insurance policies and then having company on top of my daily chores the box went unnoticed. Those were the main to-do’s; that doesn’t include all the other stuff that just happens like the latest phone debacle which is another story. The dishwasher broke, there is still a hole in our laundry ceiling from before Christmas where our daughter fell through it from the attic and our carpet is in need of desperate repairs from a carpet-eating kitten that came to live with us last summer. The list goes on and on.

So on one of my three trips to the bank this week I first made myself go to Belks. As I walked through the door the store sirens went off shocking me into wondering what I had done. Then it just stopped and no one bothered to do anything about it so I went on my way.

After returning the items I walked through the store holding this rather bulky box wanting to shop around. I landed in the earring department. As I tried to look while holding this annoying box I overheard a woman talking on her phone. She ended the conversation by saying, “I love you.”

It was such a pleasant sound I had to say, “Well, I love you too!”

She looked at me and laughed telling me she was speaking to her son and just had to tell him she loved him.

Agreeing, I told her how we all need to hear that a lot more often.

Her smile revealed how happy it had made her that she had made my day.

As she walked off she told me to have a wonderful afternoon.

The box was in my way and too big so my shopping experience ended.

But the box had brought me to a “divine connection” of hearing a mothers love for her son.

And it made all the stuff and mess I have been dealing with seem so trivial. 

Love is……

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Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth ….and you know the rest (Part 4)


 

All total I sat in the witness chair for about 2.5 to 3 hours and that included the 20 minutes the opposing side read over the 83 emails. I asked the judge for some water. She kindly got up and left the room and returned with a bottle of Dasanti.witness chair

It was a great relief to me our attorney asked me to read certain emails. Not only did it give me a break from thinking it gave the needed answers to enforce the truth.

As I wrote earlier, we didn’t know what evidence they had; but all 3 of us believed she had the same emails I had. She didn’t. She must have deleted them while she was busy taking over 100 photos of what she determined was a filthy home.

Prior to October 7th, 2011, I read two emails from the defendant, agreeing in her own words that she approved of the cleaning dates. Smoking gun!

She buried herself with her own words. But did that stop her from lying?

Her lawyer approached and began questioning me.

He used a walker to come to the witness stand; his eyes were set on my face like fiery darts but it was his deceitful smile that got my attention. He’s the kind of person who uses a crafty and cunning grin to lay his underhanded intentions upon his opponent.

He repeatedly asked me the same question of “the lease was signed on Sept. 15th and she moved in on October 1st. Why wasn’t the house clean?” Mind you, this was after we had read her emails of agreement to the dates. I kept waiting for him to come up with some kind of damaging evidence; but it never happened. Why? Because he didn’t have any.

The defendant was called to the stand. She came forth with her boat load of photos she had taken herself of the house. This had to have been done between October 1 and the 7th before it was cleaned. Her attorney asked her to pick out a few and give them to the jury to see for themselves the dirty, grimy house we expected her to move into. Once again she took her dear old time and picked through the entire pile. Everyone sat and waited and waited and waited.

Handing them to the jury, her attorney pointed out such issues as dead bugs, a drawer filled with trash, carpet spots, and more dead bugs. 

What was even more shocking was how she whined and moaned about “You’d think if you pay the deposit and that much rent the house would have been ready by October 1.” Never mind what she had written electronically to me. 

The jury left to decide her fate.

Her attorney began complaining to the judge how his client had suffered emotional distress for 4 years, and costly expenses to come back for this trial and wanted the plaintiff to pay up. That’s when our lawyer spoke up and told the judge the exact same thing about his client.

The judge quickly retorted to her attorney, “No! This is a contractual disagreement and that is all.”

I left. It was 5pm and I was starved.

The jury decided she was at fault and owed him the due rent. My client told me the look on her face when the jury announced it was of total shock.

In conclusion, the mindset of our society is even with evidence, keep lying. See how much you can get away with until you actually get caught. It doesn’t matter who you are or what you do, evil has reared its ugly head in all facets of our culture.

The key here is to stick with Jesus.

He had given me a scripture that I read over and over for 4 years.  I believed His word and not only did it come to pass, he used the liar’s own words to seal her fate.

God is the great vindicator of those who seek Him with their whole heart.

Psalm 135:14

 For the LORD will vindicate his people and have compassion on his servants.