I have been reflecting on FRIENDSHIP the past couple of days. It is such an important part of all of our lives. We can't live happily or completely without our friends.
Of all persecution we receive from the Devil, the hardest to bear is when our friendships are divided; Estrangement of our dearest earthly friends. BUT-Jesus declares: "He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me."
There are many folks today who suffer in silence, who trust in God when they are abused with the tongue, or even physically. Those who are hurting and wounded by harsh and mean comments from their "friends" or even family. "Their fate seems to be to live and to suffer, receiving comfort only from Jesus-the ultimate Source of strength and light. Such people are true missionaries. They are Christ's noble Saints, and their names are written in the Books of Heaven."-EWman.9
Until the judgment day, we will never know the true influence of our kindness, our compassion, our forgiveness towards those who have hurt us most.
"In His great mercy and faithfulness, God sometimes permits those in whom we place our trust to fail us, in order that we may learn the folly of trusting in man.....Let us trust fully, humbly and unselfishly in GOD."-Ibid,p.486
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Strength from Jesus
Hope you all had a wonderful Labor Day weekend. We enjoyed riding our horses and relaxing for a nice change.
As I was riding my powerful horse, through the woods, I was thinking about how weak I feel at times, and how riding him makes me feel strong. Then I realized that my real strength comes from God. I read once that if we make our wants & needs humbly and heartily know to our Heavenly Father, that our Angels mark our prayers, and give us assistance with the things we ask for; as long as our hearts are in the right place.
I love this passage: "If we encounter difficulties, and in Christ's strength overcome them; if we meet enemies, and in Christ's strength put them to flight; if we accept responsibilities, and in Christ's strength discharge them faithfully, we are gaining a precious experience. We learn, as we could not otherwise have learned, that our Saviour is a present help in every time of need." T.v.5
As I was riding my powerful horse, through the woods, I was thinking about how weak I feel at times, and how riding him makes me feel strong. Then I realized that my real strength comes from God. I read once that if we make our wants & needs humbly and heartily know to our Heavenly Father, that our Angels mark our prayers, and give us assistance with the things we ask for; as long as our hearts are in the right place.
I love this passage: "If we encounter difficulties, and in Christ's strength overcome them; if we meet enemies, and in Christ's strength put them to flight; if we accept responsibilities, and in Christ's strength discharge them faithfully, we are gaining a precious experience. We learn, as we could not otherwise have learned, that our Saviour is a present help in every time of need." T.v.5
Friday, September 3, 2010
ChristianCowgirls: Flower child finds home on the rangeYes, I Real...
ChristianCowgirls: Flower child finds home on the range
Yes, I Real...: "Flower child finds home on the range Yes, I Really Was a Cowgirl, by Nancy Fowler Christenson (Wetaskiwin, Alberta: Ogden Fish, 1997), is ..."
Yes, I Real...: "Flower child finds home on the range Yes, I Really Was a Cowgirl, by Nancy Fowler Christenson (Wetaskiwin, Alberta: Ogden Fish, 1997), is ..."
Flower child finds home on the range
Yes, I Really Was a Cowgirl, by Nancy Fowler Christenson (Wetaskiwin, Alberta: Ogden Fish, 1997), is reviewed by Debra Fieguth.
First she was a ski bum, a casual drug user, an adventurer and a flower child who wrote poetry and songs at the drop of a hat. But when Nancy Fowler took a job cooking for cowhands at a huge cattle ranch in the interior of British Columbia, she was transformed, little by little, into a flapjack-flippin', lariat-swingin', chaps-wearin' cowgirl — who wrote poetry and songs at the drop of a Stetson.
Yes, I Really Was a Cowgirl chronicles the mid-1970s adventures of Nancy Fowler Christenson, who now lives a more sedate life with her husband and four children in Alberta. Based on her diaries, the self-published book is personal, descriptive, humorous, and very real.
Besides being packed with graphic accounts about mice in the soup and performing surgery on cows, this is also the story of how Christenson was awakened spiritually, how she came to know God and commit her life to serving Him. What makes the book work is that she puts herself back into the mind of the anti-Christian, hedonistic young woman she was in her early '20s. Back then, she didn't just ignore Christians, she explains, "I despised them."
Hard-living lot
The ranch she went to work on wasn't exactly a righteous place. Cowhands were a hard-living lot; booze and bad language flowed. The new cook had to learn to specialize in steak and potatoes rather than granola and yogurt, and wear cowboy boots instead of sandals, but spiritually, she fit right in.
After her boyfriend was killed in a hang-gliding accident, she returned to the ranch for another summer. In the meantime, a flighty young woman she had never had any use for had become a Christian. "She had gone to some kind of Christian women's meeting in Merritt and had got 'born again.' Margie Graham, air-head, was now an air-head for Jesus. Terrific."
Yes, I Really Was a Cowgirl will be enjoyed by anyone who was young in the 1970s, especially those who abandoned the "establishment" for an alternative lifestyle. Christenson has a flair for telling stories — you can almost smell the smoke drifting up from the campfire in the evenings while she spins her yarns. More importantly, she documents how it was possible for someone who was dead set against Christianity to make that leap of faith herself.
Christenson says she's had trouble getting her book into some Christian bookstores because managers see it as too graphic. Secular stores have no problem, however, and that's where the book needs to be, because Yes, I Really Was a Cowgirl really is a convincing testimony.
Christian Week, June 10, 1997
Yes, I Really Was a Cowgirl, by Nancy Fowler Christenson (Wetaskiwin, Alberta: Ogden Fish, 1997), is reviewed by Debra Fieguth.
First she was a ski bum, a casual drug user, an adventurer and a flower child who wrote poetry and songs at the drop of a hat. But when Nancy Fowler took a job cooking for cowhands at a huge cattle ranch in the interior of British Columbia, she was transformed, little by little, into a flapjack-flippin', lariat-swingin', chaps-wearin' cowgirl — who wrote poetry and songs at the drop of a Stetson.
Yes, I Really Was a Cowgirl chronicles the mid-1970s adventures of Nancy Fowler Christenson, who now lives a more sedate life with her husband and four children in Alberta. Based on her diaries, the self-published book is personal, descriptive, humorous, and very real.
Besides being packed with graphic accounts about mice in the soup and performing surgery on cows, this is also the story of how Christenson was awakened spiritually, how she came to know God and commit her life to serving Him. What makes the book work is that she puts herself back into the mind of the anti-Christian, hedonistic young woman she was in her early '20s. Back then, she didn't just ignore Christians, she explains, "I despised them."
Hard-living lot
The ranch she went to work on wasn't exactly a righteous place. Cowhands were a hard-living lot; booze and bad language flowed. The new cook had to learn to specialize in steak and potatoes rather than granola and yogurt, and wear cowboy boots instead of sandals, but spiritually, she fit right in.
After her boyfriend was killed in a hang-gliding accident, she returned to the ranch for another summer. In the meantime, a flighty young woman she had never had any use for had become a Christian. "She had gone to some kind of Christian women's meeting in Merritt and had got 'born again.' Margie Graham, air-head, was now an air-head for Jesus. Terrific."
Yes, I Really Was a Cowgirl will be enjoyed by anyone who was young in the 1970s, especially those who abandoned the "establishment" for an alternative lifestyle. Christenson has a flair for telling stories — you can almost smell the smoke drifting up from the campfire in the evenings while she spins her yarns. More importantly, she documents how it was possible for someone who was dead set against Christianity to make that leap of faith herself.
Christenson says she's had trouble getting her book into some Christian bookstores because managers see it as too graphic. Secular stores have no problem, however, and that's where the book needs to be, because Yes, I Really Was a Cowgirl really is a convincing testimony.
Christian Week, June 10, 1997
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