The Gift of a Good Death – Michele Howe
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He will guide you to the end

For this is God, our God forever and ever; He will be our guide even to death. Psalm 48:14 NKJV

My father-in-law was dying of esophageal cancer. We heard the news at our grandfather’s funeral.

While we grieved the loss of one well-loved man, we were simultaneously projected ahead to the loss of another. It was in one of those moments when our feelings get all mixed up with facts and everything blurs together.

During the final five months of his life, my father-in-law, a man who had struggled with depression his entire adult life, fought the good fight—physically—emotionally—spiritually. He underwent every chemo and radiation process with more courage than I can imagine enduring. There was never a complaint.

I marveled at how well he accepted his terminal diagnosis and the grueling treatment plan that only promised to add a few brief months to his life. For a man so given to long bouts of emotional despair, I feared the worst for him. But I was never more wrong.

Beyond explanation, he seemed to thrive during those precious last weeks and months on earth. I was able to spend considerable time with my father-in-law, driving him back and forth to radiation treatments, to doctor’s appointments, or just to run errands.

Even now, I shake my head in amazement that this man whom I had known for over twenty-five years could (and would) endure certain death with such poise and peace. Rather than us comforting him, he comforted us.

Scripture tells us God Himself will be our guide even to death. He’ll walk us through every moment. There was such grace—the kind only God can supply—during those terrible hours of suffering. Every day he died a bit more, but the memory of these precious moments and conversations can still stop me in my tracks when something reminds me how much I gained personally from our talks.

Somehow his patience with the horrifying painful process, and his courage to face death itself, was remarkable. So much so that I remember with far greater fondness how he died than how he lived. My father-in-law walked with God as his guide and God led him with grace.

When life-ending days face a loved one, reach out to the God who promises to guide us…even into death. Remember, God promised to be with you until your last day on earth. Let this good ending keep you going when you want to give up.

The Gift of a Good Death is an excerpt from Michele’s new book, One Size Fits All, published by Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas. It is now available at www.amazon.com.

Michele Howe photoMichele Howe is the author of twelve books for women and has published over 1600 articles, reviews, and curriculum for more than 100 different publications. Her single-parenting titles include, Going It Alone and Still Going It Alone. After six shoulder surgeries, Michele co-authored, Burdens Do a Body Good: Meeting Life’s Challenges with Strength (and Soul), and Prescription for Life. Faith, Friends, and Other Floatation Devices will be published in 2013 by ACTA Publications. To learn more, visit http://michelehowe.wordpress.com or contact Michele at: jhowe@toast.net.

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Pride and Prejudice – She Said
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The hand of God

So don’t be proud. Put yourselves under God’s mighty hand. Then he will honor you at the right time. Turn all your worries over to him. He cares about you. 1 Peter 5:6-7 NIV

I put the suitcase in the car and returned to my room. Empty. Hummm, where’d they go? I opened the door and wandered the hallways looking for my group. They were nowhere to be found, so I meandered out to the car and waited another fifteen minutes. By this time it was obvious my group had left me.

Oh well. I headed to the cafeteria to grab breakfast. There they were. My morning shower must have been short lived or I wasn’t meant to be included. I would have preferred the first … at least it was good cause to be left out.

I waded through the breakfast crowd, grabbed my meal, and headed toward my friend’s … gone. Now I’m feeling a little shunned.

Shortly after breakfast one of my friends asked if I’d head into town to run some errands. So I did. It was an opportunity to check out a unique little town in the Rockies, so me and my bruised ego headed out.

As I stood in the grocery line, a man and his wife whispered among themselves. Awkward, again. The automatic response was, “they’re talking about me.” I shifted from foot to foot wishing the cashier would hurry so I could leave.

Sometimes our pride trumps reality. We assume everything should center around us. The incidents become personal. I must have done or said something that made folks treat me this way, when truthfully that’s a lie we tell ourselves.

God’s hand is mighty and despite how I look at myself, He sees me through eyes of purity and grace. He understands my insecurities and sometimes even lets me wallow in them. When the time is right, He lifts me up…shows me just how special I am. Then God, in His loving and tender way, reminds me I am loved – especially by Him.

Just as I laid my items on the counter to pay, the man behind me tapped me on the shoulder. “Aren’t you a writer?”

I was dumbfounded. I’m 1500 miles away from home, in an obscure little store in the Rockies and this man asks if I’m a writer. “Yes, I am. How did you know?”

His wife pulled a wadded sheet of paper from her purse and straightened the wrinkles. It was a devotion printed from our website. One I’d written about our prodigal son.

“I knew it was you.” She said. “I read this every day. I see your picture every day. We have a prodigal son too.” For the next few minutes we shared a very intimate discussion.

I was honored…touched, this woman across the country, had kept the words I’d written as her encouragement.

God works to admonish us when the time is right. His plans are wonderfully woven together for us. I was feeling a little left out and I assumed they didn’t want to include me. God let me crawl around awhile before He touched my heart with the reason He wanted me in that town, in that store, at that time.

When you feel discouraged and left out, wait on God. His hand is mighty and His plans are perfect. He will honor you when He sees the time is right.

Cindy  is the founder of Mountain Breeze Ministries and cofounder of Christian Devotions Ministries. She has contributed  to Novel Journey and Novel Reviews, and Christian Devotions. She has written for PML Programs and contributes to the Times-News.net and CBN.com. Her devotions and articles are published weekly in several newspapers across the country. Cindy is the Executive Editor of ChristianDevotions.us and the Devotional Acquisitions Editor for Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas. She cowrites the He Said, She Said devotions with Eddie Jones and is the coauthor of He Said, She Said: A Devotional Guide to Cultivating a Life of Passion and the author of New Sheets: Thirty Days to Refine You Into the Woman You Can Be.

She attended Johnson Bible College and graduated with a BA in Business from the University of Phoenix.  She is a speaker who teaches and speaks at ladies’ conferences, special events and writers conferences across the country.  Cindy directs Writers ADVANCE! Boot Camp. You can visit Cindy at www.cindysproles.com.

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* Money from New Sheets is donated to Hope House to help young, pregnant moms choose “life.”

Need to change your husband? Change your sheets. Want to change jobs? Change your sheets. Long for a new life? Just change your sheets. God uses our life experiences to shape us. When the friction of frustration chaffs the skin, God offers us respite and rest. For author Cindy Sproles, sleeping on worn-out sheets meant holding on to the past, but new sheets…new sheets marked a fresh start. The slate wiped clean. Crisp. Fresh. New. With each monumental event in her life, she tossed out the old and ushered in the new with a set of fresh new sheets. From the cheapest muslin to the most expensive Egyptian cotton, she saw how God was shaping her into the woman she needed to be. When the road is tough, veer off and step onto a path that is tried and true. One already walked, already blazed, and already prepared just for you. New Sheets – Thirty Days to Refine You into the Woman You Can Be, is a series of thirty transparent devotions and inspirational thoughts that welcome you, wrap you tight, and snuggle you in encouragement. The next time you long for a change…go for new sheets.

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I Get Weepy But It’s My Prerogative – Cindy Sproles
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We are all God's children

We are all God’s children

The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. Romans 8:16 NIV

I couldn’t help it. Last week I took my son to a special needs prom our church hosts each year. And what do I do? Get weepy.

I looked around the room filled with teens, some missing limbs, others twisted from birth defects and still others, like my son, harbor mental retardation. I wept for them.

What mother doesn’t wish perfection for her child? My son, bashful in a “dance” situation, sat at a table smiling from ear to ear. I so want for him … bodily perfection. I want him to enjoy his life without the prejudice of others and to have the ability to care for himself when I die. But that won’t happen and when I think of it, I grow weepy.

Paul himself understood affliction. Though Scripture only tells us he had some sort of aggravating physical problem, we never really know his issue, only that he prayed for God to remove his thorn in the flesh. Yet through his own physical ailments, Paul never doubted he was loved by God. And he reminds us numerous times we are all God’s children.

The people at the prom loved my son. They loved every child, regardless of their age or ability, as they waltzed them onto the dance floor. I pulled my camera up and snapped a picture. For a brief moment, frozen in time, were all of God’s children. None less than the other … but all of God’s children … danced in the spirit of joy.

I’m blessed to be chosen by God to carry my sons in that “secret place.” To whisper to them as they grew within me. To gently stroke their faces when they slept and stand in the rear of a room and weep with pride at the men they have become.

Through it all, I’d not change a thing about my sweet disabled son who possesses the wisdom of Solomon and the compassion of Christ. After the prom, my son announced, ”Ain’t it nice, we’re all God’s children?”  Chase is a child of God. Loved. Cherished. And blessed in ways few can imagine. God has promised His loving care over us … over ALL of us. Including my son.

I’m a mom. I’ll always have my moments when emotion overtakes me and I weep … it’s my prerogative as a mom. But I rest assured that regardless of my son’s ability or lack of … the Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children.

On this Mother’s Day, rejoice in the love of your children. Rejoice in the love of your own mother. It’s okay if you weep too. But do not fail to celebrate that you are first and foremost, God’s child.

Cindy  is the founder of Mountain Breeze Ministries and cofounder of Christian Devotions Ministries. She has contributed  to Novel Journey and Novel Reviews, and Christian Devotions. She has written for PML Programs and contributes to the Times-News.net and CBN.com. Her devotions and articles are published weekly in several newspapers across the country. Cindy is the Executive Editor of ChristianDevotions.us and the Devotional Acquisitions Editor for Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas. She cowrites the He Said, She Said devotions with Eddie Jones and is the coauthor of He Said, She Said: A Devotional Guide to Cultivating a Life of Passion and the author of New Sheets: Thirty Days to Refine You Into the Woman You Can Be.

She attended Johnson Bible College and graduated with a BA in Business from the University of Phoenix.  She is a speaker who teaches and speaks at ladies’ conferences, special events and writers conferences across the country.  Cindy directs Writers ADVANCE! Boot Camp. You can visit Cindy at www.cindysproles.com.

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* Money from New Sheets is donated to Hope House to help young, pregnant moms choose “life.”

Need to change your husband? Change your sheets. Want to change jobs? Change your sheets. Long for a new life? Just change your sheets. God uses our life experiences to shape us. When the friction of frustration chaffs the skin, God offers us respite and rest. For author Cindy Sproles, sleeping on worn-out sheets meant holding on to the past, but new sheets…new sheets marked a fresh start. The slate wiped clean. Crisp. Fresh. New. With each monumental event in her life, she tossed out the old and ushered in the new with a set of fresh new sheets. From the cheapest muslin to the most expensive Egyptian cotton, she saw how God was shaping her into the woman she needed to be. When the road is tough, veer off and step onto a path that is tried and true. One already walked, already blazed, and already prepared just for you. New Sheets – Thirty Days to Refine You into the Woman You Can Be, is a series of thirty transparent devotions and inspirational thoughts that welcome you, wrap you tight, and snuggle you in encouragement. The next time you long for a change…go for new sheets.

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The Perfect Mother – Connie Camden
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The Perfect Mother

The Perfect Mother

Long before she was born
God knew that she would be
The perfect mother meant for you
Just as mine is meant for me.

At times she may seem flawed
and not all that she could be
Yet I would beg to differ
And I am sure you will agree.

For her perfection does not come
in the things she failed to do
It’s merely in the choice God made
When He chose her to mother you.

So do not measure her
by the things she has left undone
But see her worth as God intended
Through the work that He begun.

And if your mother is still with you
Don’t let this day go by
Without telling her she’s perfect
And share this reason why.

You see Mom it all began
With a very perfect plan
You were picked to be my mom
By our Master’s hand.

For God in all His wisdom
Knew just what to do
To give me The Perfect Mother,
He chose you.

For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together
in my mother’s womb.
Psalm 139:13

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connie_camdenConnie Camden is a native of Frankfort, KY. Christian, Wife, Mother, Granny, Author, Poet, are all titles she is honored to be called. Connie retired from State Government as an Executive Staff Advisor in November 2010 to pursue the world of Christian Writing and Public Speaking. In 2011 she reached a goal of becoming a published Poet when three of her poems (Thirst No More, Wind in the Waves, Weathering the Winter) were published by Christian Devotions. Her heart beat for writing and speaking is to freely give what she has freely received with His glory as her aim.

 

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He Said, She Said
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God Made a Farmer

God Made a Book Farmer

God Made a Book Farmer – He Said

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Make the work harder for the people so that they keep working and pay no attention to lies.  Exodus 5:9

For several years I have prayed the petition of Jabez: “Lord, bless me. Enlarge my territory. Expand my area of influence for you. Keep me from pain. Keep me from sin. Keep me under your hand of protection.”

But no more. God can keep His blessings.

Turns out acquiring more land and expanding your tent requires hiring more help and the workers I have, won’t – work, that is. This week another one quit on me.

God loves to show up at the last minute and I’m good with that. I find it exciting to stand at the edge of a swollen river and watch God part the waters. To see God’s hand deliver during times of despair is an awesome thing. But what becomes of the servant who wades out into swollen waters without God’s help. I’ll tell you what – he drowns.

That’s where I am this week … drowning.

Couple of months ago our Pub Board voted to publish several new books. I had planned to offer contracts to those new authors. I believe that is our mission – to help launch new careers and advance His truth through books.

But without hay, clay, and time to rest, brick makers break. Without workers, books go unpublished.

If you hoped to find an upbeat, funny, “Oh, here’s another of those quirky Eddie devotions” message today, forget it. I don’t have the time or energy to be witty and wise. Only thing I can do is cry out to God and so I will. I’ll plead for help, resources, and patience from authors, editors, and agents.

Then I’ll go back to work.

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Work, work, work

Work, work, work

The Squeaky Wheel Gets… – She Said
Make the work harder for the people so that they keep working and pay no attention to lies.”  Exodus 5:9 NIV

Squeak, squeak, squuueeeeaakkk.

I crawled out of bed and flipped on the living room light. Two little hamsters ran wild in their exercise wheel. The faster their little legs flew, the louder the wheel squeaked. The books I’d rested on their cage seemed to keep them secure. I did what any sleep deprived mom would do … I dropped a piece of lettuce and a carrot into the cage, flipped off the light, and enjoyed the lull of silence that rocked me back to sleep.

The escape abilities of these hamsters amazed me. Regardless of how I taped their plastic crawl-tubes shut, or parked heavy books on top of their cage, we’d find them out by morning. It seemed the harder I made it for them to escape, the harder they worked to wiggle out.

Pharaoh found Moses was a lot like a hamster. He insisted the children of God were lazy and Moses’ plea for them to make a sacrifice to the Lord was a ploy to abide in their laziness. The truth was, Pharaoh knew Moses’ desire was to free the people and if he could squelch the hope of release by forcing harder work, then he would. What he didn’t realize was, the harder he worked to hold the people, the more determined Moses and Aaron were to free them. The “keep ‘em busy where they have no time to think” theory didn’t work.

My efforts to make the work harder for the hamsters to escape didn’t prevent them from trying. Within minutes of munching the goodies I’d given them, their tiny tummies were full, and the exercise wheel began to squeak again … soon followed by another successful escape. Even heavy books on top of their cage cover didn’t keep the little critters corralled. The harder I made the work, the bigger challenge it became. The rodents kept at it until they found a way to rid themselves of their bondage.

Work is good for us. It brings meaning to our lives, strengthens us, and offers us a sense of success and accomplishment when we’re finished. But overworking only leads to fatigue and anger. There has to be a balance. Even Paul stressed that he labored so he would not be a burden.

Don’t believe the lies that work is useless and a handout is better. Place an attitude of gratefulness on the labor and do your best. Rejoice in the gift of provision it brings. God will bless your efforts.

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Eddie Jones and Cindy Sproles are friends and cofounders of ChristianDevotions.us. They cowrite the popular He Said, She Said devotions and host Blog Talk Radio’s Christian Devotions SPEAK UP! along with Scott McCausey. Eddie and Cindy travel and speak at conferences across the country and they are available to speak at your church or conference. Contact them at cindy@christiandevotions.us.

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Work, work, work

Work, work, work

The Squeaky Wheel Gets… – She Said
Make the work harder for the people so that they keep working and pay no attention to lies.”  Exodus 5:9 NIV

Squeak, squeak, squuueeeeaakkk.

I crawled out of bed and flipped on the living room light. Two little hamsters ran wild in their exercise wheel. The faster their little legs flew, the louder the wheel squeaked. The books I’d rested on their cage seemed to keep them secure. I did what any sleep deprived mom would do … I dropped a piece of lettuce and a carrot into the cage, flipped off the light, and enjoyed the lull of silence that rocked me back to sleep.

The escape abilities of these hamsters amazed me. Regardless of how I taped their plastic crawl-tubes shut, or parked heavy books on top of their cage, we’d find them out by morning. It seemed the harder I made it for them to escape, the harder they worked to wiggle out.

Pharaoh found Moses was a lot like a hamster. He insisted the children of God were lazy and Moses’ plea for them to make a sacrifice to the Lord was a ploy to abide in their laziness. The truth was, Pharaoh knew Moses’ desire was to free the people and if he could squelch the hope of release by forcing harder work, then he would. What he didn’t realize was, the harder he worked to hold the people, the more determined Moses and Aaron were to free them. The “keep ‘em busy where they have no time to think” theory didn’t work.

My efforts to make the work harder for the hamsters to escape didn’t prevent them from trying. Within minutes of munching the goodies I’d given them, their tiny tummies were full, and the exercise wheel began to squeak again … soon followed by another successful escape. Even heavy books on top of their cage cover didn’t keep the little critters corralled. The harder I made the work, the bigger challenge it became. The rodents kept at it until they found a way to rid themselves of their bondage.

Work is good for us. It brings meaning to our lives, strengthens us, and offers us a sense of success and accomplishment when we’re finished. But overworking only leads to fatigue and anger. There has to be a balance. Even Paul stressed that he labored so he would not be a burden.

Don’t believe the lies that work is useless and a handout is better. Place an attitude of gratefulness on the labor and do your best. Rejoice in the gift of provision it brings. God will bless your efforts.

Photo courtesy of http://sagegenx.me

Eddie Jones and Cindy Sproles are friends and cofounders of ChristianDevotions.us. They cowrite the popular He Said, She Said devotions and host Blog Talk Radio’s Christian Devotions SPEAK UP! along with Scott McCausey. Eddie and Cindy travel and speak at conferences across the country and they are available to speak at your church or conference. Contact them at cindy@christiandevotions.us.

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* Money from New Sheets is donated to Hope House to help young, pregnant moms choose “life.”

Need to change your husband? Change your sheets. Want to change jobs? Change your sheets. Long for a new life? Just change your sheets. God uses our life experiences to shape us. When the friction of frustration chaffs the skin, God offers us respite and rest. For author Cindy Sproles, sleeping on worn-out sheets meant holding on to the past, but new sheets…new sheets marked a fresh start. The slate wiped clean. Crisp. Fresh. New. With each monumental event in her life, she tossed out the old and ushered in the new with a set of fresh new sheets. From the cheapest muslin to the most expensive Egyptian cotton, she saw how God was shaping her into the woman she needed to be. When the road is tough, veer off and step onto a path that is tried and true. One already walked, already blazed, and already prepared just for you. New Sheets – Thirty Days to Refine You into the Woman You Can Be, is a series of thirty transparent devotions and inspirational thoughts that welcome you, wrap you tight, and snuggle you in encouragement. The next time you long for a change…go for new sheets.

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He Said, She Said
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Speaking Off Pitch

Speaking Off Pitch

Speaking Off Pitch – He Said

Do not pay attention to every word people say, or you may hear your servant cursing you. Ecclesiastes 7:21 NIV

Junior year in chorus, Mrs. Marley bounced me from her class. It was my fault. I’d cussed her. Not intentionally, or to her face, but she heard me.

See, what happened was this. Kevin and I were sitting in the tenor section singing some lame Christmas carol and halfway through the first refrain, Mrs. Marley stops and tells me I’m flat. I didn’t think I was but when we restarted the song, I focused and tried harder. She stooped and told me to stop messing around, that I was still off. I’m a lot of things – off being one of them – but that time I was on pitch. We tried again. This time I didn’t sing at all, just mouthed the words.

She stopped and called me out. “Eddie, either sing it right or don’t sing at all.”

Mrs. Marley wandered over to the soprano section to give them an earful about something, I forget what. Kevin nudged my elbow and told me to settle down. Guess he could tell I was ticked by what I was saying under my breath.

“If you don’t shut up, she’s going to hear you,” he warned.

“Let her, the old bat. For all I care she can kiss…”

And that’s when Mrs. Marley ignored King Solomon’s warning to overlook the curse words of a singing servant.

It’s hard to disregard the harsh words and slander tossed at us. Just this week a friend got all bent out of shape because of a review of his book. “Let it go,” I advised. Like I ever do, I thought.

Catching barbs and hurling them back seldom does any good, but it’s tough to let it go. And yet, let it go we must.

The evening after I got bounced from Mrs. Marley’s class, my mom asked what happened. Somehow she knew – moms always know. I think God tattles on bad boys. When I finished explaining that it wasn’t even me singing off pitch, she said firmly: “Tomorrow you will go back and apologize.”

“But I’m not –”

“No buts. She goes to our church, for goodness sake. How will it look, you getting thrown out of her class for cussing at her?”

Next day I apologized to Mrs. Marley. Later, she wrote a college letter of recommendation on my behalf. I saw her a couple of years ago and she remembered me without introduction. I didn’t bring up the “incident.”

All this is a way of saying, if I cussed in my heart this week, I’m sorry. Hope you’ll forgive me.

And forget it ever happened.

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Don't listen to the whispers. (Edie and Cindy)

Don’t listen to the whispers. (Edie and Cindy)

Do not pay attention to every word people say, or you may hear your servant cursing you… Ecclesiastes 7:21 NIV

This individual cares what others think about them. They desire to please.

A grin parted my lips as I scanned through the results of my McQuaid Personality Test. I was curious to see if I agreed with the test, so when the first result line stated I desired to please and I cared what others thought about me, the McQuaid hammer hit the nail on the head.

It’s true. I’d rather be horsewhipped than to think someone is angry with me. My mother will attest. I was an easy child to discipline. Simply showing her disappointment tore me to pieces.

As the little girl with blue cat-eye glasses, most of my childhood friends chose the more popular girls as their buddies once we reached high school. I felt the pressure of the other girls as they leaned into one another, covered their mouths, and whispered. I felt their judgmental eyes drop a noose around my neck and pull. Yes, I cared what others thought and honestly … it hurt.

God offered Solomon a gift and Solomon chose wisdom. Looking at Ecclesiastes we almost want to sign Solomon up for counseling and antidepressants. He didn’t realize the gift or the curse of his wisdom. It took time for him to refocus this new found ability and the weight it bore. Solomon then saw the world differently and as he sorted it out, he began to put it into perspective. The wisdom he spouted was nothing short of … well … wise. Among his tidbits, he realized people will be nice to your face and then rake you over the coals when your back is turned. His thought process was simple: Ignore it. This is how people are. And if you’re honest, you’ll see you’ve done the same thing. Worrying about it only serves to keep you in turmoil.

Most of my problem was childhood insecurities, but I decided my junior year in high school, the game would change. I would excel. I learned Solomon was right. Don’t pay attention to everything folks say. it’s not worth it. And so, I began to make life changes, pushing myself through the fear and shyness and into a place of respect. It was hard work and honestly … still is.

These days, if I call my friend Edie and say, “Is that really what people think?” she quickly reminds me that I am precious to her and God. It doesn’t matter what others may say.

If the words of others weigh you down, let them go. Strive to please the one who developed the original personality test. The only words that count … are His.

Eddie Jones and Cindy Sproles are friends and cofounders of ChristianDevotions.us. They cowrite the popular He Said, She Said devotions and host Blog Talk Radio’s Christian Devotions SPEAK UP! along with Scott McCausey. Eddie and Cindy travel and speak at conferences across the country and they are available to speak at your church or conference. Contact them at cindy@christiandevotions.us.

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The Only Words that Count are His – She Said
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Don't listen to the whispers. (Edie and Cindy)

Don’t listen to the whispers. (Edie and Cindy)

Do not pay attention to every word people say, or you may hear your servant cursing you… Ecclesiastes 7:21 NIV

This individual cares what others think about them. They desire to please.

A grin parted my lips as I scanned through the results of my McQuaid Personality Test. I was curious to see if I agreed with the test, so when the first result line stated I desired to please and I cared what others thought about me, the McQuaid hammer hit the nail on the head.

It’s true. I’d rather be horsewhipped than to think someone is angry with me. My mother will attest. I was an easy child to discipline. Simply showing her disappointment tore me to pieces.

As the little girl with blue cat-eye glasses, most of my childhood friends chose the more popular girls as their buddies once we reached high school. I felt the pressure of the other girls as they leaned into one another, covered their mouths, and whispered. I felt their judgmental eyes drop a noose around my neck and pull. Yes, I cared what others thought and honestly … it hurt.

God offered Solomon a gift and Solomon chose wisdom. Looking at Ecclesiastes we almost want to sign Solomon up for counseling and antidepressants. He didn’t realize the gift or the curse of his wisdom. It took time for him to refocus this new found ability and the weight it bore. Solomon then saw the world differently and as he sorted it out, he began to put it into perspective. The wisdom he spouted was nothing short of … well … wise. Among his tidbits, he realized people will be nice to your face and then rake you over the coals when your back is turned. His thought process was simple: Ignore it. This is how people are. And if you’re honest, you’ll see you’ve done the same thing. Worrying about it only serves to keep you in turmoil.

Most of my problem was childhood insecurities, but I decided my junior year in high school, the game would change. I would excel. I learned Solomon was right. Don’t pay attention to everything folks say. it’s not worth it. And so, I began to make life changes, pushing myself through the fear and shyness and into a place of respect. It was hard work and honestly … still is.

These days, if I call my friend Edie and say, “Is that really what people think?” she quickly reminds me that I am precious to her and God. It doesn’t matter what others may say.

If the words of others weigh you down, let them go. Strive to please the one who developed the original personality test. The only words that count … are His.

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The Angel on the Mountain – Kevin Spencer
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Mt. Mitchell

Mt. Mitchell

For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways, they will lift you up in their hands. Psalm 91:11,12

With a low groan I forced open my eyes, and the familiar dimensions of my Montreat College dorm room focused into view. The clock beside my bed said a little after 10:00 p.m. Fumbling for my glasses, I heard my best friend softly snoring in his sleeping bag on the floor beside my bed. Eddie had come up from NC State to visit for the weekend. We were college freshmen and best friends. That much I remembered. What I didn’t know was what we were doing back in the dorm room.

Fifteen hours earlier, Eddie and I had decided to go hiking. We had first walked around the campus, but Montreat wasn’t that big.

“Any trails to the top of the mountain?” Eddie gazed up at the mountains that surrounded Montreat.

“Sure.” And without another thought, off we went. It was a beautiful winter Saturday at the little Christian mountain college outside of Asheville. The sun was shining, and it was warm. Eddie and I took off up the mountain trail in just our light windbreakers.

After a hard push up to the ridge, Eddie and I fell into the easy conversation of old friends. We had been virtually inseparable through four years of high school, but having gone to separate colleges we had a lot to catch up on. We hiked and talked, and the hours slipped away.

Hiking upward, under the tree canopy, neither one of us noticed the temperature falling, or the clouds moving in. Nor did we keep track of time. Our trail eventually crossed the old Mt. Mitchell Toll Road, and breaking into the open out from under the trees, it was the first indication we had that the weather had changed. The sun was gone, and with it the warm day. It had turned bitterly cold. Dark gray clouds hovered. We realized it was late afternoon, and there was no possibility we’d find our way back to the college before dark. And then, right on cue, it began to snow.

We had no choice but to push on toward the Blue Ridge Parkway, and hope for a ride back to the college. Eddie and I trudged through the snow to the Parkway. But when we reached it, there were no tracks in the snow that covered it. The Parkway was closed because of the weather. There would be no cars and we were in trouble. We were alone, on the highest mountain east of the Mississippi, in a driving snowstorm, in already wet tennis shoes and windbreakers. Worse… no one knew we were here.

With no other alternative, we kept hiking. Soon we reached the large stone sign that proclaimed the entrance to Mt. Mitchell State Park. We were exhausted and cold. The snow was inches deep. There was a small ranger cabin at the entrance. I suggested we break in to get out of the snow, but Eddie had another idea.

“Let’s pray.”

So we did.

Eddie sat on one side of that granite Mt Mitchell State Park sign, and I sat on the other shivering uncontrollably. The snow piled up around us. And we prayed… fervently.

And God heard us. I have an impression of a light streaming through the snow, with the individual flakes sparkling in its brightness, a warmth coming over me, and dropping us deep into sleep…. waking in my dorm room.

I don’t know the mechanics of what happened in between. I don’t need to know, and probably wasn’t meant to know. I DO know my Father heard my prayer, and Eddie’s (who also remembered nothing), and He rescued us. An angel came and lifted two careless young men out of a snowstorm off of Mt. Mitchell, and deposited them safely back in their home.

Our Father always hears us. Always. He guards us without question. No matter how great your problem, give it to Him.

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Kevin Spencer lives in Tennessee with his beautiful wife Charlotte and grandson Caleb. He is a staff writer for ChristianDevotions.us.  A former prodigal son, Kevin is now trying to use the gifts God gave him, and by the grace of God has a life far better than he ever deserved.

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