tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35192607867507626722024-03-05T14:22:01.706-05:00The Praise Co. Revivallfoltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18105469127279155497noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-29066561250049735672010-05-24T18:33:00.003-04:002010-05-24T19:07:08.418-04:00Jesus wept. We weep. Nancy dances.Nancy Armstrong went home to be with Jesus today. She will be missed dearly by her family. Her family includes <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9uQLFhfjE6MDWf2gtxKSj_o8TTShkBSNWIgSFUSzthOLiLuDfs68vU8ISGv5dgGlWTxeOHFKLhdFFZMljZlZ7Ii6ElsbO_yq7n8L2g27CyFejQ6eXnqKHaysH3PCFZQD54s7fy4hdUQ/s1600/S5001424.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9uQLFhfjE6MDWf2gtxKSj_o8TTShkBSNWIgSFUSzthOLiLuDfs68vU8ISGv5dgGlWTxeOHFKLhdFFZMljZlZ7Ii6ElsbO_yq7n8L2g27CyFejQ6eXnqKHaysH3PCFZQD54s7fy4hdUQ/s200/S5001424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474968739949001090" border="0"></a>her husband, children, grandchildren, church family at Cornerstone, and at <font class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">WMUZ</font>. She served as an <font class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">administrator</font> for over 20 years here; we are gasping for breathe, as it happened so suddenly, but so grateful to the Lord for the hope we have: Nancy is absent from her body, but now present with the Lord.<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUSER_C%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><font size="20pt">John 11:35 <o:p></o:p></font></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><b style="">Jesus wept.<o:p></o:p></b></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><o:p> </o:p></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3">In January of 2000, I began the <font class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">SVOTW</font> (Scripture Verse of the Week) on The Praise <st1:place st="on">Co.</st1:place> The Lord impressed on me to have this particular feature on my show, to encourage my listeners and me the importance of knowing, reading and memorizing the Word of God. On Fridays, I would hope that we would have memorized it. <o:p></o:p></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3">Here at the station, Nancy Armstrong and James <font class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kilkenny</font> were generally speaking the only two who consistently did.<font style=""> </font>It was Nancy who said, if you bake cookies for the staff and give them one as a reward, they will more than likely memorize the scripture. She was right! Folks paid $2 if they <font class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">didn</font>’t know the scripture and it was free if they did know it! It was quite an incentive, I guess. I baked every Friday morning for many years…it was <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Nancy</st1:place></st1:city>’s fault. <o:p></o:p></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3">Early on, the staff teased me and asked that I would choose the shortest verse in the bible and this is it: Jesus wept. So, as a surprise one week, I did. But! In order to get the cookie…they had to answer 3 questions: <o:p></o:p></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3">1. When Lazarus dies, which of the <o:p></o:p></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3">2. sisters came out of the house to meet Jesus on the road? 2. Where did the mourners come from? <o:p></o:p></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3">3. Why did Jesus weep?<o:p></o:p></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3">The first two questions were objective, obviously, but the third was the "essay" question & there were many answers…but Nancy Armstrong's answer was this:<o:p></o:p></font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="16pt"><font size="3">Jesus wept because He knew what He was taking Lazarus from.</font><o:p></o:p></font></p><br />Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-80543970011710553342010-05-21T09:23:00.002-04:002010-05-21T09:32:10.488-04:00Who are you scared of? Certainly not the devil!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh2DpAqWWqfW0LHWGLuPeaaWDDfCR7BtU-TEVdK9qPkT_CO-88iiU4tP5q5Qx8sW_-MrHyEo57F019vjWZyXaQn86oMa9Iv465j1h3zQopds2JxQODcXS9cOFPOK5szXRAsSF_EnS2gbw/s1600/Share+Jesus+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473713492075530738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh2DpAqWWqfW0LHWGLuPeaaWDDfCR7BtU-TEVdK9qPkT_CO-88iiU4tP5q5Qx8sW_-MrHyEo57F019vjWZyXaQn86oMa9Iv465j1h3zQopds2JxQODcXS9cOFPOK5szXRAsSF_EnS2gbw/s200/Share+Jesus+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Fear, a very real emotion, but think about this...who are we afraid of when we go to share our faith? Are we intimidated by the unbeliever? If so, then, really, why would we be? Darkness is NOT more powerful than light. If light is burning brightly, darkness walking into the light is devoured by the light, right?! On the other side of the coin, when light walks into darkness, it shines! We have the edge every time! </div><div>Share Jesus without fear...right now, I am in the midst of teaching a Sunday School class on this book and watch out! The close to 30 adults who come every Sunday are about to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">descend</span> on the darkness with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">BOLDness</span> and LIGHT! Devil, your time is up, shut up!</div>Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-27416822395357351392010-05-11T23:05:00.002-04:002010-05-11T23:17:50.109-04:00Middle-aged<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLbQKpIq_FGKOsIvL7BQM5rQ00zY-wTewzmL8TPfNDl635YF0PEw0_1l8o4w41lxjG2bvJQKRwkV7cpkW0qY8wFJfdpi2dpGciAwiJaHpwMnnpwJ-BykeLlCjcX4Op6frLlaPHKiLbcq8/s1600/clock+time+passes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470214450108102306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLbQKpIq_FGKOsIvL7BQM5rQ00zY-wTewzmL8TPfNDl635YF0PEw0_1l8o4w41lxjG2bvJQKRwkV7cpkW0qY8wFJfdpi2dpGciAwiJaHpwMnnpwJ-BykeLlCjcX4Op6frLlaPHKiLbcq8/s200/clock+time+passes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>How did it happen? Time passed...and again. I see myself in a different light tonight. No, not the light projecting from my computer, as there is no mirror present (grateful). Just really wondering how this time passed. Slowly sometimes, and sometimes with great speed. </div><div>Amazing seeing a person in a coffin that I spoke with not that long ago, what? two months. His time on this earth is gone now, his impact remembered dearly by many, especially by his precious family...tears flowing freely, memories so vivid now. Surreal, I know. I think about my own dear Dad and how I wanted the world to stop, because it <em>had</em> stopped as far as I was concerned. Time healed the sharp pain. Now, here I am, with less time than I had 16 years ago. Thank God my life, my time is in His mighty hands. Thank you, Lord for moments and days remembered. </div><div>May I live each one yet to come for You and for Your glory. I love You.</div>Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-88276522832693434412010-05-10T14:55:00.003-04:002010-05-10T23:04:29.005-04:00The Healing Fest, a controversy?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil5lEYmQzEvM97oNoZjG6wTGl1uUpbFxSm2ILMwxZ14YLjybN0bfnA0BZ4rWvg8AzC5o8_7mQh8pYI8eOdMqcG4KWmRrVJ4_1l7UpGkpJx4ggn0fEL3nRa7qUKpHhBq2L0boG5bNEX10I/s1600/foot_toes_circles_415718_l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469718275560693602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil5lEYmQzEvM97oNoZjG6wTGl1uUpbFxSm2ILMwxZ14YLjybN0bfnA0BZ4rWvg8AzC5o8_7mQh8pYI8eOdMqcG4KWmRrVJ4_1l7UpGkpJx4ggn0fEL3nRa7qUKpHhBq2L0boG5bNEX10I/s200/foot_toes_circles_415718_l.jpg" border="0" /></a>This week, I have determined that the Praise Co. Revival is the healing place and therefore, we are having <em>The Healing Fest</em>. I actually announced this about 12 days ago. Since then one of my co-worker's father has died and one of my close friend's husband passed away. Life truly is so fragile, a flicker. At one point or other, this life does indeed, end. Where do we go? The decision is made right here. Either we spend eternity with God, or apart from Him.<br />These 2 men, now gone from this life...so sadly missed by their families, having left such a mark on their respective lives. This blog is written with Joseph <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Huk</span> Sr. and especially Richard Olson in mind. I knew Richard. He was one of my very first advertising partners. Olson Oldsmobile, what a great place! I have the privilege of speaking at his funeral service this Wednesday morning at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Brightmoor</span> Christian Church in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Novi</span>.<br />We live in a fallen world, and as a result ...we get sick, lose jobs, spouses, our minds and sometimes we have antique leafs of oak dining room tables fall out of the closet square on our toes as we reach for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">vacuum</span> cleaner. I wanted to get my cleaning done and then bake for Toni and her family. My plans ended abruptly when I opened the closet door.<br />I stare longingly at the toes to our right and wish/hope/pray that one day, I will have brand new feet. Feet that not only look pretty, but more importantly, feel pretty!!! I cried at urgent care as the pain was through the roof, I felt so lonely, not a stitch of make up on, and at first, the medical care was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">soooo</span> sub-par that all I could do was pray. And I did. I prayed out loud at one point.<br />Blood loss, x-rays discovering 3 breaks, numbing and a bunch of stitches later...I am grateful that a real doctor came in and saved my third toe. Turned out, he is a listener. Sweet man. He and his wife will be taking their 4 boys to warmer temperatures fairly soon. Dr. Ryan.<br />I have a great deal on my plate this week...never <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">expecting</span> a "slow down" Guess you never do...I am grateful it is just a toe...not the whole foot, my leg, my life. Fragile, once again, I hear that ringing in my ears...this life is just that: fragile.<br />What are you doing with it???<br />Tonight, my listeners called in by the dozens with prayer requests. I promised I would pray and I will. Every day this week at 6:30PM. I am expecting answers from God. It is called FAITH, and I plan on using it. It would be terrible to ignore one of God's greatest gifts.<br /><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Hebrews+11:6&version=NKJV">Hebrews 11:6</a> But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">rewarder</span> of those who diligently seek Him.Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-36032352629080042010-04-30T22:29:00.003-04:002010-04-30T22:46:24.492-04:00A Simple Conversation with GOD<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwYC39y_4ozgWI9Z2iv2PaTTSmsY19Sv9Z3ctnsFxmMr1egH4JcCWnV5FAHmc4OIFq9tbfsxmx6-AVAtrohKg-VCRxG2rJnpkRC1Uo5lF9wgp6xguw1thlaQHWcmHXPNjeIB0wuUekoFQ/s1600/conversation.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466123415819111474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwYC39y_4ozgWI9Z2iv2PaTTSmsY19Sv9Z3ctnsFxmMr1egH4JcCWnV5FAHmc4OIFq9tbfsxmx6-AVAtrohKg-VCRxG2rJnpkRC1Uo5lF9wgp6xguw1thlaQHWcmHXPNjeIB0wuUekoFQ/s200/conversation.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I found myself on the kitchen floor, at first to retrieve the pill Polly neatly left after finishing her dinner. I stayed there. It seemed a great place to begin my conversation with the Lord. I have been praying and thinking about my speaking engagement tomorrow, but had concerns for people I know and love....so I lifted them up to the Father. He was listening. It was a sweet time and ended in a song He once gave me to sing to Him...<em>and all I want to do is kiss your nail-pierced hands and all I</em> <em>want to do is gaze into your beautiful eyes, waltz across the water with You, I know you'll</em> <em>hold me tight</em>...quietly, Polly nudged me as if she knew I was finished with my time. </div><div>Ah! A walk <em>would</em> be perfect, though a little late, I am up for it. Can I just say how perfect it was? Perfect. But! before we traipsed out into the balmy, cloudy, soft-breezed evening, the thought occurred to me: whoa, there are varmints out there, having been reminded by one of my many co-walking neighbors recently. So,I prayed a simple prayer: </div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>Lord, please do not let us come across a skunk or raccoon or anything that creeps me out, okay?</em></span></div><div>Though she (Polly) nearly pulled my arm out of its socket a couple of times, we were more than unscathed...we got a walk in that can be beat! I feel so energized and grateful. I love life. I love the scent of Spring in the gentle breeze. I love the kindness of a simple prayer answered. (so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">swiftly</span>, I might add!) I love that Jesus walked with us. I love.</div>Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-67084583788595146012010-04-20T11:09:00.004-04:002010-04-20T11:35:43.046-04:00Answered Prayer~in progress!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUbQDW5h5U7x54BXZpdaXg22ap3t8hp4Yask4nWYOPQuP0Ta6ndwPWBQhkj-JnFrBo6GH0XmWQPNnVU7w5Hm31NVM0W9_SG2h6wTuFsDJ2y_PTTRzBxKmUxnv9L9EisrY9FVS9-VGoHHo/s1600/IMG_0123.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462237402846923138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUbQDW5h5U7x54BXZpdaXg22ap3t8hp4Yask4nWYOPQuP0Ta6ndwPWBQhkj-JnFrBo6GH0XmWQPNnVU7w5Hm31NVM0W9_SG2h6wTuFsDJ2y_PTTRzBxKmUxnv9L9EisrY9FVS9-VGoHHo/s200/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" /></a> When I was in Yokohama for an unusually long-distanced speaking engagement, the Costache Family made arrangements for me to meet the couple I prayed for to have a child. </div>
<br /><div>Here is the deal: they did not believe in God. Though, rather taken by the ongoing witness in Christian Costache,<em> he</em> shared their secret desire to have a child<em>....who knows? perhaps this guy and his wife, due to their commitment to their God will help our longing to have a child. the doctors say, "No." Maybe "God" will say, "Yes?!"</em></div>
<br /><div>I received a call from Chris and Aurora and they asked that we would agree in prayer (Matthew 18:18 & 19) for this couple. As we prayed, I sensed that the Lord wanted to give them a time-table...<font size="4">before Christmas, you will be pregnant</font>, I heard it loudly and clearly (this was at the end of October/beginning of November in 2007). They found out they were expecting before Christmas break! </div>
<br /><div>Back to the luncheon....see the picture of the family? Mom and Dad are filled with joy! Their son is a treasure to them and a darling little one, healthy as can be! I spoke with him rather candidly about the answer to prayer and God's demonstration of power in that. I will tell you this: Though he is not yet a believer, he is far more close to realizing that there is a God due to the prayer of agreement and the display of God's love in his arms. This is called "supernatural soulwinning," I believe! To God be the glory! </div>
<br /><div>Before you know it, their hands will be raised in praise to the One who answered that prayer!</div>
<br /><div></div>Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-27213802383001112392010-04-15T13:53:00.003-04:002010-04-15T14:15:36.852-04:00Get wisdom, or be dumb!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0OVjyQDYFPg1YmSDXYNKqRSEHjXxVZ__JY6cqB4NXIzN9CFTQEzFmW1fbL6Lb1LIiwSCtsIQvBEq3aT-515yyqBaKaOW3EAWAEQX9YPdQL6-TcL8qeJuGOZ_7lBelxhM8-qoiEm4wCc/s1600/teacher_clipart_6.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460425316444419186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0OVjyQDYFPg1YmSDXYNKqRSEHjXxVZ__JY6cqB4NXIzN9CFTQEzFmW1fbL6Lb1LIiwSCtsIQvBEq3aT-515yyqBaKaOW3EAWAEQX9YPdQL6-TcL8qeJuGOZ_7lBelxhM8-qoiEm4wCc/s200/teacher_clipart_6.gif" /></a><br /><div>Hey there...so sorry that it has been a long time since I communicated with you on the blog. Forgive me. The SVOTW (aka The Scripture Verse of the Week) is from Proverbs 12, verse 1. Here we go: Whoever loves instruction loves knowledge, but he who hates correction is stupid.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Imagine! Stupid. What a word! It's a nasty word, a descriptive word, an "in your face" word. I most certainly would not want to be labeled as such...stupid, you kidding me? But I am. No, I am not putting myself down here, I am being honest-to-goodness truthful instead. I resist correction much of the time. Know why? Because I don't want anything to be my fault! I don't want to mess up...and I don't want to take the blame. Although, I am taking the blame right here and right now. He wants me to and whatever God wants, I want.</div><div>I am guilty...of so much it makes me want to just sit here and cry. In fact, there are water deposits sitting on the keys right now. (I've been told my eyes tell it all.) They, along with my typing fingers are speaking the truth. I am guilty!!! But I know where to go, <em>Who</em> to talk to, & how to rid myself of my sinful nature:<span style="font-size:180%;"> I go to Jesus.</span> </div><div>Run, don't walk, to the cross. Let's confess right now and tell Him how sorry we are for our sins/how grateful we are for His amazing gesture of the cross/His faithfulness in washing away the guilt/ how awesome that he throws the horror of our actions and sickening thoughts in a forgetful place. Teach me, oh God!!! Give me the correction, the sooner the better! </div><div>I love instruction, I will gain knowledge. I love correction and I am<em> not</em> stupid!</div><br /><div></div>Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-73518653911785217542010-04-15T13:53:00.000-04:002010-04-15T13:54:09.181-04:00Get wisdom, or be dumb!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfSN1B72aL9YHQKD33Xe_eQ-4CLQ3G9nlAVLn-_HXvlyN9hXB03z9DCmU5-MP8DYzIrOYa3-njORCgvOOofPaJvSw5uX-dQcLJl-8K2Q8z__VPPZK-F0DSKSCuT5o5nJt-QPeXg24Qlf0/s1600/teacher_clipart_6.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460423984777612274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfSN1B72aL9YHQKD33Xe_eQ-4CLQ3G9nlAVLn-_HXvlyN9hXB03z9DCmU5-MP8DYzIrOYa3-njORCgvOOofPaJvSw5uX-dQcLJl-8K2Q8z__VPPZK-F0DSKSCuT5o5nJt-QPeXg24Qlf0/s200/teacher_clipart_6.gif" /></a><br /><div></div>Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-58913189084794714582010-02-13T10:04:00.001-05:002010-02-13T10:07:18.863-05:00The Valentine Letter~Sweet!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCLUK5OV5B0D29dpZ2y6cNqnhAMlN9B97pS-OIkOhQ4F39n6QpjbzDRID0TwWuAwgFWb-seyzlzl5jImEz4v6WpHDLbd82w-aQDnKCcWifTpdro68F0_hsoprxqYnuixADaZ_i3H7quk/s1600-h/Antique-Valentines-Day-Cards.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437744076851366866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCLUK5OV5B0D29dpZ2y6cNqnhAMlN9B97pS-OIkOhQ4F39n6QpjbzDRID0TwWuAwgFWb-seyzlzl5jImEz4v6WpHDLbd82w-aQDnKCcWifTpdro68F0_hsoprxqYnuixADaZ_i3H7quk/s320/Antique-Valentines-Day-Cards.jpg" border="0" /></a> Robin, here's my Valentine's letter. I don't know if she'll be listening on Thursday or not but I wanted to get it out there. It would be great to hear Steven Curtis Chapman's "I will be here" - I would love to sing this to her one day...Sweetheart, I wanted to try to capture in words how totally excited, enthralled, engaged, encouraged, exuberant I am knowing you and sharing this wonderful adventure of life with you for the rest of our days here on earth! I am SO looking forward to spending my days with you, sharing the victories and trials together, growing gracefully into one flesh, and fulfilling all God's plans and purposes for us and our family. I praise God for all the talents and gifts He's given you and how you are faithfully using them for His glory. I rejoice in your love for your family, for children, for music, and above all your unabashed love for Jesus! I want you to know that I'm praying for you (and won't stop!) that you'll be the woman of God He has called you to be and that He would protect you at all times.I don't know if I have met you or not, but I wait patiently for God to reveal His plan for us in His perfect time. I will be faithfully waiting for that time.<br /><div></div>Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-65173261877426025452010-02-10T17:57:00.002-05:002010-02-10T18:09:33.579-05:00FacebookI'm on facebook (Robin Sullivan)....WMUZ is on facebook....are you on?Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-10438980341926507842010-01-27T21:49:00.003-05:002010-02-08T16:35:38.346-05:00Twas the night before going to Japan...I am honored to be called to share the Gospel in Japan this week! Leaving tomorrow and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">arriving</span> in Tokyo on Friday. My friend Aurora <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Costache</span> will be meeting me and then, to Yokohama!<br />
I am amazed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">that</span> the Lord opened this door for me to share <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">the</span> Gospel to women hungry for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">the</span> truth! I will speak 2X to the women of this International church, then at a luncheon at the Intercontinental Hotel.<br />
Please pray <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">that</span> I will walk in the Spirit <em>at all times</em>, that every one of my steps will be ordered by Him! That my mouth will be filled with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">blessings</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">encouragement</span>!<br />
That I will represent the Lord in all my ways, beginning at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">the</span> airport!<br />
Oh, God....fill me! Please, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">anoint</span> me.Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-21740620993807830422010-02-03T16:27:00.003-05:002010-02-03T16:40:50.566-05:00Sweet DreamsFunny, our minds and how they are in sleep. It is 6:30AM in Japan, and I think it is safe to assume that my darling niece, Colleen Marie is more than likely jockeying her three cherubs and getting ready to make dinner and who knows(? )throwing a load of wash while folding another.<div><br /></div><div>She is on my mind, I dreamt about her and now I could cry. She is so lovely and has become quite the young woman and I miss her so. Perhaps having been wrapped in love here in the Costache family, and feeling so much a part of them, my yearning to be near family has surfaced. More than likely.</div><div>In any case, I hope sweet Colleen Marie knows that she is on my heart, and the Lord put her there while I slumbered.</div>Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-75512510637501564982010-02-01T16:54:00.002-05:002010-02-01T17:46:25.527-05:005 times fastThe Monday expedition was the Imperial Palace in Tokyo. Only it was closed to us commoners due to the fact that the Mexican president was about to arrive. There was no room for us at the inn (smile). <div>So, next stop was: weaving our way over to the Tokyo Tower. It is similar in design to The Eiffel, only it's orange. Didn't someone once say that orange is not the new pink?! They were so right! Now, can you tell that I have been spending quality time with two young girls?! They are The 2 oldest in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Costache</span> family: Abbey and Jackie, and they are in a word: fabulous!!</div><div>Okay, back to Tokyo and the<i> older girl</i>s day out. I could easily be the mom of 2 of the 3 that I was with, ask me if that matters~nah.</div><div>One of the girls is planning her wedding, just imagine how amazing it is to be traveling on a high speed train from Yokohama to Tokyo and be looking at pictures on a phone of a precious young woman dressed in her wedding gown in a dress shop in Royal Oak MI! Cracks me up. </div><div>Even as I write, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Shannyn</span> Caldwell and I have just spoken and I am now hearing my plea to The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">WMUZ</span> audience to give to the "Help Haiti" fund through Compassion International. Amazing, especially since I still have my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">jammies</span> on:-)</div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Sooooooo</span> we decided since we were going to go to the observation deck, why not go to the sierra?!</div><div><b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">That is where one might be challenged to say, 5 times fast:</span></b><b> timidly, we went to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tippety</span> top of the Tokyo tower on a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">terrifically</span> cold & cloudy day. </b></div>Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-2372351116730120442010-01-30T16:33:00.003-05:002010-02-01T16:53:49.671-05:00Sunday in Japan!The sun has risen, Christian music is pouring out of this MacBook and it is well with my soul.<div>Yesterday, as I shared the power of God's great love toward me, a sinner in need of His grace, one thing occurred to me: the body of Christ is the same everywhere. We are one in the Spirit!</div><div><br /></div><div>As a small group of us gathered, they gave me the privilege of opening up the Word of God and also opening up my life so they could know me better. It was a sweet time of fellowship. we prayed for the outreach coming up in one week. The Lord was faithful to us, naturally.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have pictures to post for you...so you can participate in this beautiful, though unusual experience with me. Yokohama is really sweet, like Toronto, only cleaner:-)</div><div>Spotted a Tigers' baseball cap, so I asked if they ( a young couple) were from Detroit and sure enough they are! She (Frannie) will be joining Aurora and I on an expedition this Monday morning. If I knew where that was, I would tell you.</div><div> I am off for a walk, Here it is 6:50AM Sunday, there (Motown) it is 4:50PM and Shannyn's Artist Spotlight is on, and my Compassion International Top 10 Countdown is about to begin!</div><div>By the way, heard Val last night on my show and it sounded sooooooo great!</div>Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-77983561460900273892010-01-29T14:57:00.003-05:002010-01-30T16:33:16.384-05:00The Lord is good!Hello from Yokohama and the quiet home of the Costache family!<div>Quiet, though there are seven of us...3 adults, four kids. Quiet because my time table is in the midst of adjusting to theirs. We enjoyed a salmon dinner together, some fellowship and then I crashed. Now, here I am ready to meet the day, but sshhhhhhhh.</div><div>Funny.</div><div>The Lord has brought me here and in just a few short hours, I will be sharing the the Word of the Lord with some broken and hurting women. I pray that the Spirit of God will fall heavy in the room as I have this privilege. May the captives be set free!</div><div>Glory to God!</div>Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-31410130935900129402010-01-11T18:26:00.000-05:002010-01-11T18:27:46.890-05:00Lose your job? From a listener...Email comments: Robin,I wanted to let you know how God used you to bless me last week. I was fired from my job Friday afternoon (first time that's ever happened to me) and without going into all the minutia of details I'll just say that I was at home around 6pm waiting for my wife to get home from work - I couldn't even call her to tell her because my company poorly shut down my work email account and wiped my entire personal iPhone making it inoperable. When I got home I thought - I just want to hear some Christian music so I turned WMUZ on. As I waited for her to come home, and hurting from just getting fired, I just bowed my head and prayed asking God to just show me he's there and that he loves me. While I was praying that, you were talking about something on air (that I didn't pay attention to because I was praying) but right when I finished, opened my eyes, and began listening to you again, you said:<br /> "...so, God wants you to know that he's listening to you, he hears you, and he loves you".<br /> It's such a blessing to hear God speak right to us through his people at times. Thanks for being a blessing and allowing God to use you. God bless…Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-18028262939752795342010-01-02T18:10:00.004-05:002010-01-02T18:56:14.069-05:00The Cream of the Crop!<p><strong>Here is the Top of the Top 103 from songs from the year 2009</strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1.Revelation Song ~ Phillips, Craig & Dean</span></strong></p><p>2.(close) City On Our Knees ~ Tobymac</p><p>3.(kinda close) Until The Whole World Hears ~ Casting Crowns</p><p>4.(distant) Two Hands ~ Jars of Clay</p><p>5.(neck in neck with #4) The Motions ~ Matthew West</p><p>The whole Top 103 will be posted on WMUZ.com at the beginning of this week. Thank you for listening, thank you fro voting, thank you for loving God~</p><p>I'll be back at 4PM on Monday, brand new year, brand new SVOTW and a brand new fervor for the living God!</p><p>Love, Robin</p>Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-70379777913661147132010-01-01T18:22:00.005-05:002010-01-02T16:53:36.647-05:00In the ring: God vs. Cassius ClayThis past year, I was inspired by Joyce Meyer in her pursuit of stirring up a "Love Revolution!" and thought, well, as the Lord has led me, I will choose chapter/verse for the SVOTW (Scripture Verse of the Week) reflecting on or instructing us in this, the most powerful force of all time: LOVE!<br />For the last week in 2009, I chose this verse:<br />1st Corinthians 13:13<br />And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.<br /><br />Muhammed Ali (aka Cassius Clay) used to say He was the greatest....imagine the audacity!<br />GOD is the GREATEST because He <em>is</em> love!!!!Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-61227461913611569172010-01-01T18:04:00.001-05:002010-01-01T18:17:31.175-05:00Top 5 Songs on the WMUZ Countdown: Vote!!!Okay, vote now or forever hold your opinion! Go to my e-mail address or vote by phone , while I am on the air...313.838.1035<br /><br />(in alphabetical order)<br />City On Our Knees~Tobymac<br />Revelation Song~Phillips, Craig and Dean<br />Two Hands~Jars of Clay<br />The Motions~Matthew West<br />Until The Whole World Knows~Casting Crowns<br /><br />just so you know....I haven't voted yet, but my dog, Polly has:-)Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-49745123873829294282009-11-30T17:34:00.003-05:002009-11-30T17:42:42.369-05:00"Merry CHRISTmas" to the ACLUSend them a CHRISTmas Card! The address:<br /> ACLU<br /> 125 Broad Street<br /> 18TH Floor<br /> New York, NY 10004<br /><br />When you send the Christmas card, be nice, not naughty. <em>Be a witness, a light!</em>Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-76745835676808662312009-11-27T13:22:00.008-05:002009-11-27T15:03:29.190-05:00Sowing a seed in Madison<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNNTgUjF2RMuZ0UnfBSPSL54v6ujnNGiQDA6bzVLbu7bvy_hg2PuAd6wzEvaezEvoZzAaxPLhgXwxd72ozLY70lz8LbTYkID7XwgPM_PxV7qCxgkiZMG0pxe0dlO2XsTrglLj2nMTzeU/s1600/Angelika_Kauffmann_Allegra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408875802326898194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNNTgUjF2RMuZ0UnfBSPSL54v6ujnNGiQDA6bzVLbu7bvy_hg2PuAd6wzEvaezEvoZzAaxPLhgXwxd72ozLY70lz8LbTYkID7XwgPM_PxV7qCxgkiZMG0pxe0dlO2XsTrglLj2nMTzeU/s320/Angelika_Kauffmann_Allegra.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>I</em>t was a cloudy morning, late in November, I was on my power-walk~strut, strut strut~off I go, taking a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">regular</span> route and then discovering a new side street, I divert to keep it fresh, so to speak. Two moms meet, one on her deck, the other leaning on the same,taking their coffee/smoke break, chatting as they wait for their kids to get their bus ride to school. Across the street, 4 children are chattering away, one touting an auto magazine, explaining how this one car's engine is "totally rad". As I move along, I find a cute scruffy dog come along my side, as he was secured to a clothesline. I stop, pet him, and as his tail wags, Madison shows up. <div><div><div><br /><div>She is quiet, but not shy. She is curious, but waits for me to speak. So I do.</div><br /><div>"Hi, I'm Robin...is this your dog?"</div><br /><div>"Yeah, she's Cookie."</div><br /><div>I lean down and laugh saying "I'm pretty sure Cookie would like one!"</div><br /><br /><div>Figuring she was about eleven and I asked her name, she said: "Madison."</div><br /><div>After I tell her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">that</span> I really like her name and that I think her dog is sweet , I notice that she leans into me, <em>as if to say</em>, "What else have you got?"</div><br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sooooo</span> I mention <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">the</span> upcoming Thanksgiving Holiday and the fact the it's a great time of year and how does she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">like</span> 5TH grade? and then...she looks at me like there was an assignment on our encounter or something. Which, of course there was:-)</div><br /><div>"Madison," I start "I love Thanksgiving, but my favorite is <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Christmas</span>! How about you?"</div><br /><div align="center">She nods, smiling, looking at me intently, so I continue:</div><br /><div>"<span style="font-size:130%;">I love Christmas because of Jesus</span>!!! He was born to set us free...forever. He is God's greatest gift, He was born so He could die, so <em>we could live</em>!" I am somewhat <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">animated</span> as I tell her. Smile.</div><br /><div>Madison brightens, studying me. Then I tell her square to her face, "Madison, Jesus loves you. He always has and He always will."</div><br /><div>The bus rounds the corner, the other kids call to her, her mom looks up and wonders why we have been talking, Cookie is torn~should I go to school or go on a walk or...oh yeah, that's right, I can only go as far as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">the</span> clothes line permits~</div><br /><div>But, as for us, <em>we can go as far as we want</em>....all the way to a side street to share the life changing message of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">the</span> Gospel.</div><br /><div align="center">As I walked away, in the Spirit, I saw an angel clanging a musical triangle, signifying:</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">NOW Madison knows and the seed will grow.</span> </div><br /><div align="center">(Hooray for Madison! It's just a matter of time.)</div><div align="center">P.S. I can't wait to see her again and I know I will.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-33050012978347393402009-11-19T15:00:00.002-05:002009-11-19T15:26:44.349-05:00So much stuff!Hey, long time , no write. Sorry about that :-)<br />About the "Regime" (laughing) it needs to become more of my regime at 6:30PM nightly on WMUZ.<br />What a week this has been! Whew~~~I spoke in Canada on Friday evening, a Victorian Tea, kicking the Christmas speaking season off for me. I so love sharing the Gospel at this time of year, what a privilege. I met some women in Amherstburg that night who are never to be forgotten! My fave by far, the women who looked up at me when I asked if they wanted to surrender to Jesus...their faces, filled with hope, sprinkled with apprehension, bless them, Lord! Plus, favor at the border~thank you , Lord and thank you to those dear friends of mine who prayed!<br />Saturday was the quarterly breakfast for the prayer partner ministry at our church. I love my church so much! Thank you, Lord for Pastor Tim and Rhonda! Thank you for bringing me there when my heart and wings were broken. I am HEALED.<br />I gardened, cleaned and prepared (more) for my SS class: I Saw the Lord, based on the Anne Graham Lotz book.<br />Went to church, got super fed...worship, as always, amazing, SS class~I love my brothers and sisters.<br />LIFEgroup at night....super spiritually engaging weekend.<br />Work, 2ND Christmas speaking engagement...huge crowd. While I needed to talk over the din of a dinner, God still moved by His Spirit (He is great and greatly to be praised!) Got help from Randy, Kate and Danny that night...plus saw old friends (smile).<br />A Day of Compassion on Tuesday at WMUZ...a huge blessing as so many of our listeners responded so well to becoming sponsors....plus, I had the chance to become acquainted with the ministry of Compassion, as both Bob and Shannyn already had the opportunity.<br />Let's see....I will be closing (tomorrow) on a property I have had for 15 years in Canadian Lakes...saying goodbye is bittersweet. Really.<br />I sold a floor model radio to Tom and Theresa:-) and the plane reservations for Japan in January have just been made...and the week is not done yet?!!!!!!!!!!!!! Enough, enough. I need a movie, something sweet and hopeful, but I have to bake cookies for the closing and am having a dinner party on Saturday night. <br />Jesus, You are my ONE REASON to live (currently #1 on my Top 30 Countdown, by Chynna and Vaughn)!Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-60008597737839107132009-11-02T18:50:00.002-05:002009-11-02T19:10:00.112-05:00Robin's RegimeThree fold daily health accountability at 6:30PM!!!!<br />Spiritual/physical/emotional......let's do it. Let's get strong and stay strong in all 3 areas!!!<br />For starters, turn the light on when your alarm goes off in the morning.<br />Spend at least 1 hour every day with the Lord...now, do not freak out here!!!<br />That includes: praising Him, reading the Word, & praying. If you need to break it down, 1/2 hour in the AM, 1/2 hour in the PM, cool!<br />Also, check this out:<br />"Do not make the mistake of thinking, since I can't do everything, I won't do anything."<br />Max Lucado<br />Take a hug~ RobinRobin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-72232300770529662822009-10-07T17:39:00.006-04:002009-10-07T18:50:40.059-04:00Getting older and gaining wisdom???Hey, how ya doin'? Since I last wrote, I have had a brithday.<br /><br />Silence please.<br /><br /><br /><br />Man! Does the time ever easily ebb away.....I can't believe the number now next to my name. It is like, "Are you kidding me????? How and when did that ever happen? Who set the clock?"<br /><br />Okay...you might think this particular number were a page-turner, so to speak. It is not, it's just that I have been in denial.....for years.<br /><br />How did I become the age of my parents?<br /><br />Are you laughing yet?<br /><br /><br /><br />Okay, so regrouping here...there must be benefits to this aging thing. Thinking, thinking...got it! With age comes wisdom, right?<br /><br />Not!!! But, great news, no matter who you are, no matter what age you might be, I am very happy to report this: you can have wisdom and to attain it, all you have to do is ask for it.<br /><br />James says that "if anyone lack wisdom (who doesn't? we can be so unbelievably dumb, huh??? Like freaking out because of a number next to our name :-) let him ask God for it (wisdom) and He will give it to us.....like, a huge measure!!! He says: in abundance, liberally!!<br /><br />God is generous in all ways, isn't He?<br /><br />Not only will He give me a whole lot of wisdom when I ask for it, but He is obviously also giving me a lot of years to learn how to get it.<br /><br /><br />Thanks for visiting here and be sure to listen Monday-Saturday 4-7PM.<br /><br />Feel free to write me with your thoughts at robin@wmuz.com<br /><br /><br /><br />Scripture reference: James 1: 5 If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519260786750762672.post-86277434014081553482009-09-25T15:39:00.003-04:002009-09-25T15:54:41.831-04:00Money....money money money, money bump bump, MONEY!Oh, how it can trip us up! The LOVE of money is the root of all kinds of evil.<br />Don't love it.<br />Give God the first of it.<br />Make it, use it, be generous <em>with</em> it.<br />Never ever love it. Never.<br />Even Solomon who had more than he ever needed says this:<br />Ecclesiates 5:10<br />Whoever loves money never has money enough;<br />whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with his income.<br />This too is meaningless.Robin Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12991816014879205795noreply@blogger.com