Thinking about it

I'm sure everyone's thinking about New Year's resolutions. In fact, we even had a sermon about them (thanx Stu!)

I've been thinking about these. I'm not good at resolutions. I easily take up bad habit, but giving them up I'm not so good at, and taking up good habits I seem to be equally as bad at.

I know that the only way I can ever change myself is to surrender it to God - to surrender myself to God.

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God can use any medium to speak to us. His Word, visions and pictures, words from others, prophecy. But more and more I am finding that He speaks to me in the ordinary. And now He's getting to me online! I guess He's realised that it's the only way to get my attention - the amount of time I spend stuck to this machine, bashing out my feelings, thoughts and worries of the day into various blogs I have (I'm up to 5 now! Shocking! I obviously have no social life )

What is love? I'm sat here watching Hitch, wondering what love is, how it happens.

For those of you who've not seen the film: Alex Hitchens is "The Date Doctor." He helps men to land dates. Sara is a gossip columnist for a New York City tabloid. Both are very guarded around the opposite sex. Despite their natures, Alex and Sara begin a relationship. Complications ensue when Sara's latest scoop happens to be one of Alex's clients.

According to today's sermon, the devil tries to lead us away from following God with a tailor-made suit of temptation.

I'd never heard it put that way before, but that's so true. Just this week the spiritual attack has been fierce - after a week doing mission in India it was to be expected. The usual attacks - my self-confidence at work and my self-worth as a single person. Which has presented my latest temptation - he's 28, sits next to me at work, and is HOT! And rather distracting.

Flirting is much more than just a bit of fun: it is a universal and essential aspect of human interaction. Anthropological research shows that flirting is to be found, in some form, in all cultures and societies around the world.

I am rather slow sometimes. But then, sometimes we need to work things out for ourselves before we realise them.

Sitting on the bus this morning I was thinking about a friend I know. It often seems that a lot of things they says seem to be about making them seem a 'great' person don't mean it like that, but I hope you know what I mean). And I thought perhaps they're insecure. And then I thought, but they needn't be, 'cos they're a cool person, and I tell them that to encourage them when I can!

As is predictable, this week is a week of attack spirtually. After a week doing God's work on the front lines, this week the enemy is digging the knife in. And twisting it.

He's at me with the usual suspects - work and men. Both feed my insecurities, stoking the fire towards a raging feeling of worthlessness and feeling pretty rubbish about myself.

At least I know. Attack is the best form of defence - and prayer is the best form of attack I know.

A person who fusses over others in an overprotective manner.

I'm a mother hen: it's in my nature to fuss and to worry about others,
to make sure they're OK, comfortable, well. In India, I was the one

Then God ordered me, "Start all over: Love your wife again, your wife who's in bed with her latest boyfriend, your cheating wife. Love her the way I, God, love the Israelite people,    even as they flirt and party with every god that takes their fancy."
I did it. I paid good money to get her back. It cost me the price of a slave. Then I told her, "From now on you're living with me. No more whoring, no more sleeping around. You're living with me and I'm living with you."