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SOMEONE IS...A series about facing trouble with eyes and Bible wide open. SOMEONE IS FROZEN: Everyone loves someone who is spiritually frozen...a statue among the pulse of humanity. For all outward appearances, this one you love has given up on God. So how exactly should we pray for this someone?


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Someone is Frozen

Someone is…  A series about facing trouble with eyes and Bible wide open.

SOMEONE IS...A series about facing trouble with eyes and Bible wide open. SOMEONE IS FROZEN: Everyone loves someone who is spiritually frozen...a statue among the pulse of humanity. For all outward appearances, this one you love has given up on God. So how exactly should we pray for this someone?

Do you love someone who is spiritually frozen…a statue among the pulse of humanity?  Unable to move, life zips around their frozen feet, barely stirring a hair on their head.   Fear, depression, illness, or loss can be a culprit.   The speeding of time and the management of it,  can often cause a person’s spark to dim.  Watching one you love slowly melt into the wallpaper is heart wrenching.

For all outward appearances, this one you love has given up on God.   They have no confidence that they can be anything other than paralyzed, so they sit. We pray and plead for this one we love, perhaps for years upon years.

So how exactly should we pray for this someone?

I recently found a scripture in a book that many don’t commonly read…Nehemiah.  As I dug into the Word,  interested in this man who traveled from captivity in Babylon to coordinate the re-building of the wall in Jerusalem, I discovered a phrase that explained what made him move.  Did you perk up at the mention of the word move?  That’s the word that is missing from our frozen friends y’all, M*O*V*E.  What moved Nehemiah can move the ones you love too.  He says it twice, listen to  this…

“…I had not told anyone what my God had put in my heart to do for Jerusalem...”  2:12 NIV

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”   So my God put it into my heart to…”  7:5 NIV

I have heard Christians say, “God put it into my heart…,” for years but had no idea it started with Nehemiah.  I think it is important to note that this verse does NOT say, “She nagged me so often that I finally gave in.”  The miraculous moving of the Spirit within someone’s heart can only come from God.  I imagine the frozen heart like the hard earth, unable to hold a seed.  So the sower beats, rakes, and subdues the earth until the soil is ready to receive what the sower has to give, just as the heart receives the Spirit’s plan.  Once planted the roots shoot down to the feet and GLORY to GOD… someone is moving.

So how exactly should we pray for this someone?

That God speak into the heart of stone.

That He speak plainly and with force.

That His voice gives the frozen heart courage to move.

And that those who pray trust in the coming miracle.

Trust the sower y’all.

SOMEONE IS...A series about facing trouble with eyes and Bible wide open. SOMEONE IS FROZEN: Everyone loves someone who is spiritually frozen...a statue among the pulse of humanity. For all outward appearances, this one you love has given up on God. So how exactly should we pray for this someone?

 

 

 

 

 

The first time I made cauliflower pizza crust it bombed, big time, falling apart with each bite. I tried again using some helpful hints I found online and adapted this recipe for my tastes. This crust is sturdy enough to hold in your hands and will fool the pickiest eater in your house.


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AMAZING Cauliflower Pizza Crust

The first time I made cauliflower pizza crust it bombed, big time, falling apart with each bite. I tried again using some helpful hints I found online and adapted this recipe for my tastes. This crust is sturdy enough to hold in your hands and will fool the pickiest eater in your house.

Hey y’all, one of the goals of this blog is to encourage you to eat real food and make healthy choices as you offer your bodies as living sacrifices to God.  Home cooking is the best way for me to avoid processed foods and keep to the commitment I made to this lifestyle.  Yes, it involves a little more effort on my part, but if you plan ahead, cooking could become a holy passion like it has for me…an offering that I can give to God in the way of taking care of this temple (my body) where He lives.  Cauliflower pizza crust is a great way to meet this goal and put hidden veggies on your kids’ plate.

I was very reluctant to try one of the cauliflower recipes going around on the internet, thinking that they were bound to be too good to be true.  The first time we tried to make a cauliflower pizza crust, it failed miserably and fell apart with each bite.  My interest renewed when I read several bloggers’ notes that described the reason for my fail…so I decided to give it a try again.

The first time I made cauliflower pizza crust it bombed, big time, falling apart with each bite. I tried again using some helpful hints I found online and adapted this recipe for my tastes. This crust is sturdy enough to hold in your hands and will fool the pickiest eater in your house.

Here are the things I learned from my big WIN with this recipe.  First,  cauliflower pizza crust can be so close to the real thing, that it can fool even the pickiest eaters.   Next,  I learned that one head of cauliflower equals one small pizza.   So buy a lot of cauliflower if you want to make a lot of pizzas.  The most important thing I learned about cauliflower pizza crust is that the only way it will turn out like the real thing, is to S-Q-E-E-E-Z-E out all of the water.  And then squeeze some more.  I went through two kitchen towels before I finally decided the cauliflower was dry enough.  That’s the key y’all…DRY.

Happy cooking!

The first time I made cauliflower pizza crust it bombed, big time, falling apart with each bite. I tried again using some helpful hints I found online and adapted this recipe for my tastes. This crust is sturdy enough to hold in your hands and will fool the pickiest eater in your house.Click here for Cauliflower Pizza Crust Recipe PDF

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Find out about a terrible spiritual struggle I had while I was living in Cambodia that I pray you can use as a parable for your own anxiety.


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When It’s Not a Cobra After All

One of the challenges of living in Cambodia six months out of the year is snakes.  They pop up when you least expect them.  During our first three months of living here, there were several snake sightings in the yard.  I never saw one myself, but the guys living in the dormitory across from my house always said the same thing, it was big…it was black…and it would run away by crawling up the bamboo plants next to the wall.   Beyond the wall of our house is a wild area, perfect for all kinds of critters.  I guess every once in a while the black snake decides to hunt on our side.

So here is the problem.  Two Khmer friends were living on the property, and described the snake by gestures…making their arm go up as if in a striking position.  It also appeared that they were describing a cobra hood.  So naturally I Googled cobras and discovered YES there are cobras in Cambodia.  Thus began the reign of terror in my mind.  One night I was so overcome by my own fears that I cried myself to sleep repeating scripture, Bible by my cheek.  It turns out that the experience I had with the cobra is a perfect metaphor for the anxiety I experience when I don’t trust God.

Find out about a terrible spiritual struggle I had while I was living in Cambodia that I pray you can use as a parable for your own anxiety.

There was a communication gap.

First of all, I never saw the snake myself.  I made hasty assumptions based on my own fear.  This is often the case when life circumstances look grim, I seem to find myself believing the worst.  I jump to conclusions.   The enemy knows me.  He tempts me to abandon ship when the ship is not really sinking.  He tempts me to yell out,  “Master, how can you sleep when the waves and wind are overtaking the boat?”

But He said to them, “Why are you fearful, you of little faith?”  Then He got up and rebuked the winds and the sea.  And there was a great calm.  Matthew 8:20

I seem to live in a cycle.  PANIC…CRY OUT FOR HELP…GREAT CALM.  Why can’t I ever just skip the first two parts and go straight to great calm?

The facts were less scary.

One day I was by myself inside my house (we have three houses within the walls of our complex), windows open, when the constant bark of our dog Quondo drew my attention to the yard.  I saw a dance going on between Quondo and the black snake.  Quondo would bark, and the snake would rise up as tall as the dog’s head.   Several things I noticed in my excitement:  Each time the snake would take a strike posture, it would quickly turn to flee, it was terrified, and most importantly, I noticed it was NOT a cobra.  But it was big.  So I started yelling for help.  Once Quondo killed the snake, with a little help from a friend with a shovel, I got a good look…a rat snake.

Find out about a terrible spiritual struggle I had while I was living in Cambodia that I pray you can use as a parable for your own anxiety.

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Y’all, I still didn’t like the idea of a snake on the property, but no one was going to die horribly.  I had wasted all those days filled with the possibility of  death when I never even considered that Jesus was in the boat.  To be honest, ALL of my anxious moments in life turn out exactly like this.  I find myself hearing Jesus say,  “Why are you fearful, you of little faith?”  My cheeks momentarily heat with shame, and then I enter into the calm of trusting Jesus.  I need to stop assuming the worse.

Snakes in the yard

There evidently is a whole family  of black snakes living on the other side of the wall because the incident above was not the last time I saw a big black snake.  There were several more sightings and more observations on my part.  The biggest surprise to myself was that my fear no longer crippled me.  The day of our big Christmas event arrived.  I went back to my house when I saw the snake drop down out of the tree in front of my house.  I saw the direction he was heading and ran to find Quondo or one of the guys in the house. Everyone was busy, even Quondo. Surprisingly I found myself okay with that.  I was living in the great calm that only can be experienced when Jesus changes a heart.  When someone, like me,  decides to start trusting, even though occasional snakes drop in.

I still don’t like snakes.

Just because I wasn’t overcome with anxiety over the prospect of a snake in the yard, that didn’t make me a snake lover…just watch me run!  In keeping with this analogy, I could say the same thing about things I stress about.  I am learning to trust in Jesus for my safety, but it doesn’t mean I am comfortable going through suffering.   I still don’t like it.  At all.  And that’s okay.  The point is that when the enemy presents a problem that seems like a cobra, I will remember this experience and try not to jump to a conclusion that will debilitate me.

Find out about a terrible spiritual struggle I had while I was living in Cambodia that I pray you can use as a parable for your own anxiety.

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Pictures:  +Quondo my hero.  She keeps the property safe from all intruders.  When we wake up in the morning we often are surprised  with the remains of an animal she has battled in the night.  ++My favorite place in the world,  the Montana ranch where my father grew up.  This is a view of Snake Butte at sunset.  The story goes that my great aunt was visiting from out of town one year when my father was a teenager, and she decided to go to the top of this butte to get some pictures.  What she found on top was a nest of rattlesnakes.  Legend has it that there were hundreds of them…anyway, there was a lot.  My father and grandfather blew them up with dynamite.  At least that’s the story.  Appropriate for my Cambodian snake tale wouldn’t you say?  The name Snake Butte stuck from then on.

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Why our family DE-emphasized Santa. Just one opinion.


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Why Our Family DE-emphasized Santa

From the earliest of age I have not been very impressed with Santa.  I remember laying awake terrified that a strange man would be lurking around in our living room, and worse, that my parents would let him.  Later, the idea of presents dried my tears when sitting on the mall Santa’s lap, but I still didn’t like it and I have pictures to prove it.

Why our family DE-emphasized Santa. Just one opinion.

When I had children of my own I decided that there would be no more white lies about Santa.  Here is my reasoning.  I spent a good deal of time training my kids to know the difference between real and make believe, especially from the Bible.  Let’s face it, there are plenty of crazy stories in the Bible that seem like fantasy.  When we opened the  Bible together, everything they heard…snakes talking, arks floating, men in fiery furnaces, Jonah being swallowed by a fish, God being born in a  manger…no matter how fantastic…all of it was TRUTH.  I was determined that my children would be able to trust me to tell them the truth, even about Christmas.  I would stop the innocent Santa lies of my mother, and my grandmother before her.  I would never tell them that there was another man who had the same omniscient qualities as God…someone who knew everything about them…when  they  sleep, and when they are awake. I just couldn’t do it.

Lest you think we were opposed to Santa altogether, let me be clear that Santa still came to our house.  We still had all the fun of Christmas morning that the rest of the world did.  The only difference was that the kids knew the real origin of all the gifts under the tree.    Our children enjoyed talking about Santa as if he were real, much like my granddaughter imagines she is having conversations with her stuffed animals.  We never had any problems with our children revealing this big secret to their classmates once they were school-aged.

I know this idea is not for everyone, but it worked for our family.  My daughter is now a mother and she and her husband are putting more emphasis on the birth of Jesus than I ever did.  If I could do it again, I would use this time of year for our family to grow spiritually together with an emphasis on giving.

Blessings for a wonderful Christmas, Alice

Why our family DE-emphasized Santa. Just one opinion.

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She told us of her poverty, and how she and her husband struggle to survive on their salaries. Unbelievably, She makes $30 a month as a Kindergarten teacher. How do you teach your children to be compassionate givers?


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You Might be Richer Than You Think

At church one Sunday here in Cambodia, a Christian Khmer woman encouraged us with how Matthew 6:25 has played out in her life, “That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear…” She told us of her poverty, and how she and her husband struggle to survive on their salaries. She makes $30 a month as a Kindergarten teacher…a month y’all, and he makes about the same as a Tuk Tuk driver.  It rains a lot here in Cambodia, but during a dry spell, all of the rain water in the cistern outside was gone.  She had no money to buy water for the family and she remembers standing over the cistern and praying for rain.

And it immediately started to rain.

As I sat there listening to her praise God for His unending love for her, I thought about how different her prayers are than mine…the prayer of the one who has instead of the one who has not. I already KNOW where my food, drink, and clothes are coming from.  I don’t beg God to send me the necessities of life because I have excess.

Instead of skimming over this beautiful verse in Matthew 6:25 because it doesn’t relate to my situation, maybe I should speak this verse as a prayer. To ask Father to lead me to the people who don’t have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear, and to help me be bold enough to be the answer to someone’s prayer.

She told us of her poverty, and how she and her husband struggle to survive on their salaries. Unbelievably, She makes $30 a month as a Kindergarten teacher. How do you teach your children to be compassionate givers?

Many times we compare ourselves to others who have more, instead of the other way around.  Even the working poor in America have it better than most who are suffering with poverty in other countries.  American homeless populations even have options like shelters and food banks, whereas the poor and displaced in some foreign countries have no options but starvation and death.  What do you do if you lost both hands in an electrical accident, your wife leaves you with the children, and you no longer have a way to make a living in a third world country?   This is a true example of a local beggar living here in our Cambodian city.

You can’t really say you are a friend of Jesus unless you are helping the poor.  Take for example the sheep and the goats, a story with a warning from Jesus.   (fact check: Matthew 25:31-48)  The goats didn’t seem to  “get” Jesus.  They missed the kindness characteristic of the Holy Spirit. (fact check: Galatians 5:22) Maybe they thought about helping, but never had any follow through. At any rate, Jesus says, “When you refused to help the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were refusing to help me.”

So how can you help your children develop a desire to give?  You must first develop that desire yourself, then go forth together.  Start by praying that God will consume you with a BIG  kind of love for others.  Have you read Love Does by Bob Goff yet?  Each chapter tells a story from Bob’s life, then ends with a spiritual application.  The beginning of each chapter starts with “I used to think…but now I know…”  Join me on the Sanctified Tourist’s Facebook page in January while I share quotes from this book to encourage and inspire you.

She told us of her poverty, and how she and her husband struggle to survive on their salaries. Unbelievably, She makes $30 a month as a Kindergarten teacher.   How do you teach your children to give to those in need.

Next, search the Internet for ideas on projects you can do with your children and grandchildren.  Here is an idea for a project from  Story of This Life.   Good literature can also help.   The King’s Christmas List  takes Matthew 25:31-48 and teaches children that every act of compassion is a gift for Jesus.  Maybe you could write your own family giving book using a photo book company.

I will leave you with this video that shows a little girl overcome with compassion for a homeless man outside the restaurant where she was eating, and then DOING something about it. click here  Father, lead me to the people who don’t have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear, and to help me be bold enough to be the answer to someone’s prayer. (Matthew 6:25)

She told us of her poverty, and how she and her husband struggle to survive on their salaries. Unbelievably, She makes $30 a month as a Kindergarten teacher. How do you teach your children to give to those in need.

Note:  all the scriptures I used today in my post were straight from Jesus)

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