tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9946883999013016542024-02-19T03:00:12.669-05:00Lynda in the limelightlynda lea watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439971701456491469noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994688399901301654.post-49574368745562392352012-09-07T19:27:00.000-04:002012-09-07T19:27:37.110-04:00Argentina.Well this is long overdue...<br />
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<b>Hola.</b></div>
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Let me begin by telling just a <i>sprinkle of sugar</i> about my summer. I have to say it was one to remember. I spent six weeks in Argentina with the Christian organization I'm involved with--called <b>Cru</b> [or known as Campus Crusade for Christ]. While over there, I shared the Gospel all summer with students of University of Buenos Aires and was blessed to help build up a college ministry for ones who have no Christian community whatsoever.<br />
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<i>I worked on the Economics Campus in BA</i></div>
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During the six weeks while I was living in Buenos Aires I saw
God do some incredible things not only in the big city, but also in my
life. He blew me away with His grace and love. I was blessed to
personally see <b>4</b> girls come to know Jesus Christ! And our Summer Project
team of 24 saw <b>20</b> people come to Christ over the few short weeks we
were there!!<span style="font-size: large;"> It was absolutely incredible how our Holy God used us
sinners to be a part of bringing people to His Kingdom.</span> God has big
plans for the lost city of Buenos Aires and we continue to hear
confirmation of that even after we left.<br />
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<i> Some of these girls here gave their live to Christ and are currently growing and learning more about God's Word and what it means to be a Christian as they're involved with Vida Estudiantil [Cru].</i><br />
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It was very challenging and
exhausting at times, but it was an <u>experience of a lifetime</u>. It's also an experience that is hard to put into words. Our team
was very close and during those tough moments of spiritual warfare
or weakness, we were able to encourage and pray for one another.<span style="font-size: large;"></span> The Lord has definitely given me a passion
for the Spanish culture and for traveling and while there-- <i>I fell in love
with Jesus all over again</i>. <br />
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<i>Our team.</i></div>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Chao.</span></div>
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<b><span class="text Rom-10-1" id="en-ESV-28174">ROMANS <span style="font-size: large;">10</span></span></b><br />
<span class="text Rom-10-1" id="en-ESV-28174">"Brothers,<sup> </sup>my heart's desire and prayer to God for them is that they may be saved.</span> <span class="text Rom-10-2" id="en-ESV-28175">For I bear them witness that they have a zeal for God, but not according to knowledge.</span> <span class="text Rom-10-3" id="en-ESV-28176">For, being ignorant of the righteousness of God, and seeking to establish their own, they did not submit to God's righteousness.</span> <span class="text Rom-10-4" id="en-ESV-28177">For Christ is the end of the law for righteousness to everyone who believes.</span><br />
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<span class="text Rom-10-5">For Moses writes about the righteousness that is based on the law, that the person who does the commandments shall live by them.</span> <span class="text Rom-10-6" id="en-ESV-28179">But the righteousness based on faith says, “Do not say in your heart, ‘Who will ascend into heaven?’” (that is, to bring Christ down)</span><span class="text Rom-10-7" id="en-ESV-28180"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>“or ‘Who will descend into the abyss?’” (that is, to bring Christ up from the dead).</span> <span class="text Rom-10-8" id="en-ESV-28181">But what does it say? “The word is near you, in your mouth and in your heart” (that is, the word of faith that we proclaim);</span> <span class="text Rom-10-9" id="en-ESV-28182">because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.</span> <span class="text Rom-10-10" id="en-ESV-28183">For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved.</span> <span class="text Rom-10-11" id="en-ESV-28184">For the Scripture says, “Everyone who believes in him will not be put to shame.”</span> <span class="text Rom-10-12" id="en-ESV-28185">For there is no distinction between Jew and Greek; for the same Lord is Lord of all, bestowing his riches on all who call on him.</span> <span class="text Rom-10-13" id="en-ESV-28186">For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”</span><br />
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<span class="text Rom-10-14" id="en-ESV-28187">How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching?</span> <span class="text Rom-10-15" id="en-ESV-28188">And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!”</span><br />
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<span class="text Rom-10-15" id="en-ESV-28188">Here's our Buenos Aires Summer Project's video, to get more of a picture of our team.</span><br />
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<br />lynda lea watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439971701456491469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994688399901301654.post-68775078652557857832012-01-12T17:27:00.000-05:002012-01-12T17:27:53.681-05:00Take the jump?One thing that I've always wanted to do before I kicked the bucket is to skydive. But unfortunately I am just a tad bit scared out of my mind. To be thousands of feet up in the air in a plane is okay for me, but when that time comes to take a leap out of it.....now that's just what scares the you-know-what out of me. <br />
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Why shouldn't I be able to take that step though? Many people have done it before. I seek the rush of thrill and excitement. I want to take that step of accomplishment. So shouldn't I be able to step out of that plane with ease? What am I afraid of? Injury? Broken parachute? Death???<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">It's just a leap of faith.</span></i><br />
but that [leap of faith] is hard to get past isn't it?<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Just take a look at this, doesn't skydiving seem familiar with our <i>walks with God</i>? I know my walk did.<br />
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I was comfortable in my plane. I was flying that airplane with ease. I controlled it. I flew it to where I wanted it to go, and </span><span style="font-size: small;">I was on my way to living my life the way I wanted it to be lived.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">But unfortunately I was not a very good pilot. I was crashing. I was on my way to <u>death</u>.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The thing is, that everyone who tries to fly their own plane-- will always be led to death.</i></span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To have <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">life</span>, we have to let God take the wheel.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">I know it sounds cheesy but it's true. God is craving our attention. <br />
"<i>Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and and He will make your paths straight</i>." Proverbs 3:5-6</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">He asks you one question and one question only... <b>"Will you take a leap of faith?"<br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">And <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Jesus</span> says... "<i>Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?</i>" Mark 4:40<b></b> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">"<i>Don't be afraid, just believe.</i>" Mark 5:36</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;">"The law was created because we were sinful. We were slaves to sin. The wages of sin is death. <u>I was dead</u>. God gave us a gift-- <b>Jesus</b>, who defeated death. Through <b>FAITH</b> in Jesus, I have been <i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">set free</i> from sin. I am a slave to righteousness. I am released from the law. I serve the new way of the Spirit. <span style="font-size: large;"><b>I am alive.</b><span style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">-Lynda's journal</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Romans 6-8 </span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">God tells you that if you don't take that jump, you will die. He says that you can take that leap and be blessed with equipment to guide you home; your parachute<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">---</span>></span> the Holy Spirit. Then you will receive life, a life that's <i>everlasting</i>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Who wouldn't want to take that leap?<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">Then he placed his right hand on me and said: “<i>Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last.</i>" </div><div style="text-align: right;">Revelations 1:17</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"> __________________________________________________________________________________</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="bodytext" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>He Maketh No Mistake</b></i></div><div class="bodytext" style="text-align: center;"><i><b> </b></i></div><div></div><div class="bodytext" style="text-align: center;"><i>My Father's way may twist and turn, <br />
My heart may throb and ache, <br />
But in my soul I'm glad I know <br />
He maketh no mistake.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="bodytext" style="text-align: center;"><i>My cherished plans may go astray, <br />
My hopes may fade away, <br />
But still I'll trust my Lord to lead, <br />
For He doth know the way.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="bodytext" style="text-align: center;"><i>Though night be dark and it may seem <br />
That day will never break, <br />
I'll pin my faith, my all in Him, <br />
He maketh no mistake.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="bodytext" style="text-align: center;"><i>There's so much now I cannot see, <br />
My eyesight's far too dim; <br />
But come what may, I'll surely trust <br />
And leave it all to Him.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="bodytext" style="text-align: center;"><i>For by and by the mist will lift <br />
And plain it all He'll make; <br />
Through all the way, though dark to me, <br />
He made not one mistake.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="bodytext" style="text-align: center;"><i>(<span style="font-size: x-small;">A. M. Overton)</span></i></div></div>lynda lea watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439971701456491469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994688399901301654.post-13788480681043246002011-10-26T16:53:00.001-04:002011-10-26T17:01:32.588-04:00When God passes you His glasses..<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">th</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">e</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">n you can truly see</span></span><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">.</span></i><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">"<i>God opened my eyes to see a whole new world.</i>"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_BDPMUoxnOZYLZx4eVTSNkcQ9ax0vyFXEVAbNwdDbCBM-r3xUDkVFHz7agRqsB_EsDsfpBSQHy1_rucduARjH4hryJQmdVV2P8IytkB4aa6J_SKckE7ELtOPBCmp3rt4E0clVpIdbkA/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_BDPMUoxnOZYLZx4eVTSNkcQ9ax0vyFXEVAbNwdDbCBM-r3xUDkVFHz7agRqsB_EsDsfpBSQHy1_rucduARjH4hryJQmdVV2P8IytkB4aa6J_SKckE7ELtOPBCmp3rt4E0clVpIdbkA/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"> "<i>My eyes were opened and I could see things from a completely different view</i>."<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">-<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">lynda's journal</span></span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">If bad things didn't happen then why would we ever need God? He has already extended His grace by giving us the chance to choose His love. If this world was always happy and unbroken then we would all live more for ourselves [even more than we already do] because we wouldn't think we would need anything else. And that is not the purpose of life. The purpose of life is to live your life for God, because He created you and made you in His image.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He had to break me for me to turn to Him. And when I went seeking, He opened my eyes to a whole new world [Matthew 7:7, Jeremiah 29:13]. I stepped out of Lynda's world and into God's. We are so small and to know that God knows every hair on my head and everything in my heart [Luke 12:7]... I can believe that He makes all things work together for my good [Romans 8:28]. So many bad things happen in this world but don't you think that the God of the Universe who shows His true faithfulness and love in so many ways, has a good hold on the world? Our little tiny minds can't even begin to comprehend what God's reasons are. His mind is completely different. He doesn't even exist in our time. But if we trust in Him, then He can pass us the glasses and we can begin to see things through His eyes instead of our own.<br />
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<i>We can see the good that comes from the bad.<br />
We can see the orphans and the homeless who need us.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>We can see broken hearts healed.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>We can see people never being truly fulfilled by a temporary, worldly satisfaction.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>We can see that without God; nothing is good, nothing is everlasting, nothing is created.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Ephesians 3:17-19 </span>says "And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge--that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God."</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">How would we live differently if we could grasp and truly understand how much God loved us? We would never doubt God's plan for us, even if our life was really tough at the moment, because we would understand that God would never do anything with intentionally hurting us, and that would lead us to give Him complete control over us--we could find everlasting joy in how much He loved.<b> </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ask God to give you His glasses. So you can see life through His eyes. Which then it can show you how much He really loves you and why His plan is to never harm you. Bad things happen but with a God written story, there is <u>always</u> a happy ending. <b>Find His glasses so you can read it.</b></div>lynda lea watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439971701456491469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994688399901301654.post-72821837081655311092011-08-24T20:41:00.000-04:002011-08-24T20:41:42.281-04:00Cracked, Bruised, and Shattered Hearts<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Heartbreak is such a powerful thing. Not only can it lead to tragic times and miserable feelings; it can lead to months or even years of emptiness. Loneliness sinks in, depression takes over. There are so many side effects to a broken heart; some of the side effects never go away. Yes we all go through many different ways of heartbreak but in the end, most of us know the feeling of our hearts getting injured in some form. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Last week, I had three different people approach me concerning heartbreaks. One girl was broken up with due to the boy not wanting to settle down. One man was dealing with being dumped due to having different values from the girl he dated. And the other was a girl who worried that there would be a heartbreak somewhere in the near future because she sensed the boy was talking to other girls.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">These situations all seem very familiar don't they? Breakups occur all around us whether we are experiencing them or we know someone who is. I too went through a rough breakup last year and till this day, I struggle with getting over it. It took some time to realize that just because I was "single"-- it didn't mean I was alone.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">There's only one great Healer who can eternally satisfy and mend those shattered pieces to a heart. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>He is our merciful God.</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and He saves those who are crushed in spirit</i>.<i>" Psalm 34:18</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">We can fully rely on God's resources like His word, His Spirit, and His people.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.</i>" <i>2 Corinthians 1:3-5</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">He can mend and repair those hearts. Through the grace of His son, we can start new. He has a major plan for us and when we pick up our crosses daily, our hearts will be filled with the characteristics of God</span>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB22_o4DrXHE0AUQQueZljkKaPaea7MEaTPcXd7vQLlEXnOY2SzGsNcbfVdGR_uv5Y_j-vLYjak5VwFSY2j1Tr4umC8jckqiRTYufrYievjMr6DND47p6XyEJBGYH84iJ_0o6Ku70LdL8/s1600/6a00e0099410db88330133f3dba7aa970b-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB22_o4DrXHE0AUQQueZljkKaPaea7MEaTPcXd7vQLlEXnOY2SzGsNcbfVdGR_uv5Y_j-vLYjak5VwFSY2j1Tr4umC8jckqiRTYufrYievjMr6DND47p6XyEJBGYH84iJ_0o6Ku70LdL8/s320/6a00e0099410db88330133f3dba7aa970b-800wi.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>His healing hand can pick up those pieces and carefully place them back into the shape of a heart.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b> Through time, good friendships, and trusting in Him--your heart will be restored</b>.</span></div><br />
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lynda lea watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439971701456491469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994688399901301654.post-23193927575179578702011-07-09T13:12:00.000-04:002011-07-09T13:12:57.660-04:00"I love to take long walks on the beach."<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A few weeks ago the Watsons took a family trip to Edisto Beach in the bottom corner of South Carolina. We have family down there so we packed up the dogs and gathered all the food and headed towards the big blue ocean.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The week was peaceful and relaxing. To give you an idea if you've never been to Edisto; it's covered in trees with hanging moss and if you're not wanting to rock on the front porch and listen to the whippoorwill birds, then all you can do is head down to Whaley's-- the tiny karaoke bar in the middle of the island.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I love to take long walks on Edisto beach, and I'll tell you why..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">When someone is describing things that they like, the saying "I love to take long walks on the beach" has kind of become a humerous cliche. Well I want to dive into something deeper with this saying. Imagine your long lonely walk on the beach is your lifelong walk with God. I did and my eyes were opened to a whole new realization. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">At Edisto Beach, every now and then you'll come across a trail of rocks that are placed from the dunes all the way to the water. It's like the rocks section off parts of the beach.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Seeing this image, I compared it to my own life. Having God being my first priority, my walk with Him should be smooth and flat--just like a perfect walk in the sand. Yeah you might step on a seashell every now and then, but it's nothing compared to walking next to the beautiful ocean. Walking at Edisto, God pointed out something different, because nobody's life is perfect and smooth. No one has a life where it's just a simple walk on the beach. There will always be trials-- there will always be rocks.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As I walked down the beach, I was kinda troubled because I wasn't sure how I was going to get over those rocks. They were huge, and the tide was high so there was no way to get around them. I was thinking I could walk over them but it was dangerous and could take awhile. Then I saw a pathway leading up into the tall dunes. I slowly followed it and it led me to a simple path right over to the other side of the rocks. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"Well that was easier than I thought," I said to myself. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Things then began to click in my head. If I truly trust God, the trials that are placed in my life will be easy to overcome. He can lead me over the rocks. And then I can still enjoy my long walk on the beach.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Living with them as I am home from college for the summer, I attend their weekly outings to the sushi restaurant and have fallen into their "routine." Might I add, I'm not ashamed at all. Free meal and good food!</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I encourage you to find a good little sushi restaurant! Step out of your comfort zone and let sushi become your new weekly routine!</span><br />
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</div>lynda lea watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439971701456491469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994688399901301654.post-29159624218635505762011-06-01T14:30:00.000-04:002011-06-01T14:30:34.381-04:00Insecurities; nobody wants them but everybody has them.<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So many girls feel unloved and ugly and they feel like they can't ever measure up to par with the models we see in magazines and the actresses we watch on tv. But that is the beauty of God.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He loves and adores each of His children. We are His treasures; we are His diamonds. We hold so much value in God's eyes. When we finally come to truly understand His love then we find joy in ourselves. We are <span style="font-size: large;">adored </span><span style="font-size: small;">by the God of the <strong>UNIVERSE</strong>; the Creator of this World.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I see so many girls [including myself] spend all of their time craving the attention from boys. Once we receive that "love" from them, our self esteem increases. And a problem is some of us give parts of ourselves or hearts to that boy to get the attention from him--which then leads to maybe even more insecurities. If we crave the attention from God, which He will give, then insecurities are washed away. We find full satisfaction in our Lord and true joy will come. Our God loves us so much and He is everlasting. We are <span style="font-size: large;">beautiful</span> to him and <em>that</em> is the highest standard to ever be at.</span>lynda lea watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439971701456491469noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994688399901301654.post-60543275472386864302011-05-31T17:43:00.000-04:002011-05-31T17:43:18.616-04:00In the beginning.<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So here I am. Fresh new blog made.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Let's just say that I am not perfect at this.. So I have no idea how this blog will flow... but we shall see.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I decided to open my own blog when I started writing a lot down about my relationship with God and my boy struggles. I've realized that-- yes us girls are all different and unique, but looking through an outside lens, we all go through very similar things. I was talking with some friends and they brought up the idea to start a blog. I decided to name it "Lynda in the limelight" because this blog will talk about how I found God's grace and how living in the [light] will not always be an easy breeze.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So this first blog is just a "hello" to the blogging world. May we both learn and grow from our experience.</span><br />
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