<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:49:14.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Stew</title><subtitle type='html'>A rich, filling,recipe of words, dished up to feed the souls of those aiming to lead a life pleasing to God.
"Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-2925298345760074343</id><published>2010-12-31T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:16:41.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Pardner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am one of the 54 million people worldwide that play Farmville and to say I'm hooked would be a gross understatement as I like millions of others, log into Farmville several times a day, planting, harvesting, gathering, milking and shopping with my hard earned Farmville coins and dollars. Many of you are my neighbors and have "visited" my farm and seen for yourself the obvious time I have spent tending to it's care. As I monitor my Facebook wall, I realize that I am not alone in my addiction to this and the many other games available through Facebook. Often times there are opportunities to get gifts and trinkets, rare fruit trees and seasonal items that are not always available in the "Marketplace." The key to retrieving these extras is to quickly claim them before anyone else does. Most times however, I'm a little late and on my screen flashes a message that says, "Sorry Pardner, this prize has already been claimed, better luck next time." Often times, I am in the middle of a "harvest" and suddenly the screen sends me a message that says, "we've lost our connection to the internet, please refresh your page and try again." When this happens all of the hard work that I had just completed is erased and once I log on again my farm looks as if I had done nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again we have come to that time of the year where we say goodbye to the old and ring in the new. Networks and other media outlets have taken great care in compiling reports on the year in review; retelling the top news stories, unusual occurences, political milestones and then they remind us of any celebrities that has passed during the year. I wanted to do my part as I wrapped up the year for Writer's Stew but I wanted to do something a little different. I wanted to focus on nothing but God. I'm laughing at myself even now as I'm sure you're wondering what Farmville has to do with it all. Well, I'll tell you; God knows just where to meet us and he knows just what tools to use to get our attention and for me, today, it was Farmville!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, earlier today, I was trying to claim a rare tree from one of my neighbors but I was too late and I got the all too familiar message, "Sorry Pardner, this prize has already been claimed, better luck next time." In an instant I was reminded how blessed I was that God did not handle my request like that. He never sends me a message saying, "Sorry Pardner, this prize has already been claimed." No, instead He tells me that what's mine is mine! He never turns a deaf ear to my prayers and he never sets a limit on what I can request or what he will give. I don't have to worry about losing my connection or having to log on to get His attention; He's everywhere at all times and He hears each and every one of my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we usher in 2011, I want to take some time to thank God for all that he has done for me this past year. I have truly been blessed in every area of my life and I simply don't have the words to express the real story! I'm beginning to see a harvest from the seeds planted in 2010 and so I am confident that the harvest of 2011 will be bountiful! I am so thankful for my family and my friends because I know that they too have been blessed this year! What a joy it is to be a witness to the blessings of others! My prayer for the new year is that I will not forget that God's grace is sufficient! I will not live a life governed by fear and self doubt and I will be thankful for even the little things that God so graciously gives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless and keep you is my prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until We Meet Again,&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia Carlisle Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-2925298345760074343?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/2925298345760074343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=2925298345760074343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/2925298345760074343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/2925298345760074343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2010/12/sorry-pardner.html' title='Sorry Pardner!'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-112928273577690283</id><published>2010-12-13T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:46:34.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent-The Time to Remember and Celebrate!-By Rev. Dr. Johnie Carlisle, Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Advent is the first season of the church year; it begins on the Sunday nearest November 30th; a day known as St. Andrews Day. There are numerous Christians who do not observe St. Andrews Day or even the Season of Advent. The season, however, is intended to assist Christian growth. The advent season has at least two vital aspects: Preparation and Expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation, challenges the serious Christian to prepare mind and soul to celebrate the anniversary of Jesus’ coming as the Babe of Bethlehem. For some, this concludes the aspect of preparation, but it is also a time for the serious Christian to remember the wonderful change that took place when Jesus made entry into their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second of the aspects of advent is Expectancy; it reminds us that Jesus is coming again to judge the world, to receive His own (the Church) and to establish His reign forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come to this most important season, I am reminded that it is a time of great celebration; a celebration of what was: the fact of Jesus’ first coming and His death to make salvation available to us. It is a celebration of what is: His entry into the hearts of those who love Him and who have invited Him to be the Lord of their lives. It is a celebration of what is to come: the assurance of His coming again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my thirty years as a Pastor, it was often a requirement to travel to various church meetings; I was fortunate to have capable administrative assistance who relieved me of the tasks of making hotel reservations, plane reservations, and the like; most of the time things went well. But as is the case for most frequent travelers, things don’t always go as planned. On one of my trips, when I arrived at my destination, after getting my luggage, I proceeded to the place where ground transportation was supposed to pick me up and take me to my hotel. After about an hour of “No Van Show,” I called my office to make an inquiry. My capable assistant called the host of the meeting and was told that a van was supposed to pick me up but someone had dropped the ball! In my mind were these thoughts, “what went wrong? After all my reservations were made by a competent person! The ball has never been dropped before!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this trip with the assurance that all of the necessary preparations had been made. Here I am stranded in a distant city because someone dropped the ball! The attitude was it was my problem, not theirs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advent reminds me in a profound way that some of my travel preparations cannot and should not be left to others; preparations to meet the Lord when He returns are a personal responsibility. The advent question is who is making your preparations for the celebration of our Lord’s coming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Special thanks to our guest blogger, Rev. Dr. Johnie Carlisle, Jr. Retired and former Pastor of First AME Church, Pasadena, CA.! Dr. Carlisle has served in many capacity during his ministry; he is also a teacher specializing in Christian Education, and Church Leadership and is in demand as a speaker and workshop facilitator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-112928273577690283?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/112928273577690283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=112928273577690283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/112928273577690283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/112928273577690283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2010/12/advent-time-to-remember-and-celebrate.html' title='Advent-The Time to Remember and Celebrate!-By Rev. Dr. Johnie Carlisle, Jr.'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-3230422908739724384</id><published>2010-12-10T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T17:51:15.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Circle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I received this prayer this morning in the form of an email from my sistah in Christ and prayer partner, Kim Coleman; she felt moved to send this to me as well as several other women in response to an invitation from her friend Sonja to join a Prayer Circle of Women! From that invitation this mighty and powerful prayer was birthed from her spirit, God anointed her and it and by sending it blessed those who recieved it! God bless you, Kim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lord , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am offering this prayer as I know many of our sisters all around the world may be going through something greater than us right now. I want to say to You God that You are Awesome! You are all powerful and knowing of all of our trials, so I know that as I lift this prayer to You today that You will hear and respond in Your time Lord! Please forgive us of our sins Lord. We need Your Grace and Mercy daily Lord! However, Jesus taught us to pray for our daily Bread, and yet Lord without even asking for our daily bread, You have already provided this day and I Thank You for our Daily Bread! I pray for those who are sick physically, mentally and spiritually and I seek Your deliverance and healing for the many who are afflicted in any way. Lord I thank You for allowing me the opportunity to Pray with and for My sisters, those whom I know and don’t know. I lift up Marriage and Family to You Lord for You are the Creator of these unions and they are under great attack. Help us Lord on our jobs and keep the accuser outside of our encampment of angels who You have allowed to be our protectors when the enemy comes to kill, steal and destroy! But God, I wait patiently knowing that no weapon formed against us shall prosper. SO Lord whoever is feeling low right now please lift them up out of their pit as You promised You would. You told us to Cast our Cares on to You for You care for us, so Lord that is all we can do; have faith, watch, wait and pray, knowing that we will see the righteous justified through our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Thank You for giving us a Redeemer in Christ before we were even thought of! Jesus thank You for Your obedience and I just Praise You, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit because I truly know that I would not be here and able to offer this prayer without the guidance and the blessings and the daily order of my steps by You God because I seek You to order my steps each day. I pray for our governments worldwide Lord, I pray that they will seek after You for if they do not they will face Your wrath and judgment. I pray for the militaries and the families who watch as many loved ones do not return home. I pray for those incarcerated wrongfully and for those who don’t know who You are that are incarcerated that they may come to know You. I pray for our children, the sick and the widows. Lord help us to be aware of what we are to do in this life You gave us which is only a vapor. Thank You for comforting those who are weak and mourning their loved ones. Please help us to know when we can help someone that comes in our path. Help us to be led by Your Spirit so we do not respond in the flesh but in the Spirit so that You will be pleased! Help us to display the fruits of the spirit; love, joy , peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control and die to ourselves each day so that we can show Love to all, even those who we feel have hurt or wronged us. Help us to be forgiving as you have forgiven us so that we can walk in healing because we know we are not able to do Your work if we walk in unforgiveness with our fellow sister or brother. We Love You and Bless Your Holy Name. Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am proud to introduce our guest blogger, Kimberly Coleman! Kim is a wife and mother of four beautiful daughters and a true prayer warrior! Kim is also a talented writer and spoken word artists who has performed on several occasions throughout the city of San Diego. She is a Travel Specialist for the University of California, San Diego and a member of Bethel AME Church. With all that is going on in the world, it's good to know that there are still sistahs that are willing, able, and ready to send up prayers for each other! Thank you, Kim! -Cynthia Carlisle Fields &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-3230422908739724384?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/3230422908739724384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=3230422908739724384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/3230422908739724384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/3230422908739724384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2010/12/prayer-circle.html' title='Prayer Circle...'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-8041269826180433103</id><published>2010-11-24T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:27:04.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember When—A Point To Ponder at Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>The giving of thanks is rooted in one’s mind and activated in one’s capacity to remember-an active memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young couple came to my Young Married’s Sunday School Class one Sunday morning. It was immediately apparent that the young man was suffering from a “drug” overdose; His wife had “drug” him to class and he was not at all enjoying the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central issue of discussion that morning was, “Giving Thanks to God.” With the conclusion of the formal presentation, the attendees were encouraged to share some of the reasons they had for giving thanks. The “drugged” young man could hold his peace no longer. He began a tirade, “I don’t have anything to thank God for! What has He done for me? I get up every morning, go to work, earn my pay, pay my bills, and buy the food for my family.” On went his boasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That young man could not remember when he didn’t have a job. His needs were met. He could not remember who had provided the job, to which he went daily; could not remember who it was that had kept him well, so that he could work to earn the pay. All the things for which he proudly gave himself praise had been provided by God. An over dose of self, will distort one’s thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this special season the quality of one’s thanks will be affected by the capacity of ones’ ability to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you remember that fuels your thanksgiving of praise? To God be the glory, great things He has done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, for an active memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REV. DR. JOHNIE CARLISLE, JR. (RET.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev. Dr. Johnie Carlisle, recently retired from active pastoring, is the former pastor of First A.M.E. Church in Pasadena, California. Dr. Carlisle received a Doctor of Ministry (D. Min.) from Bethel Theological Seminary, St. Paul, Minnesota, and (West Campus) June 1997. Dr. Carlisle has also served as a Commissioner as well as the President of the Ventura County Planning Commission, Alternate Delegate, Ventura County Area Agency on Aging, which was a Supervisory appointment and currently serves as Mentor, Doctor of Ministry Program, Bethel Theological Seminary, St. Paul, Minnesota. Rev. Carlisle was married to the late Mrs. Eunice Merrel (Craig) Carlisle for 46 years, and has three children; Mrs. Cynthia L. Fields, Daughter, Mr. Kenneth R. Carlisle, Son. Mr. Craig C. Carlisle, Son. seven grandsons; Marshall H. Fields, III, Brandon L. Carlisle, Shane Carlisle, Caeden Christopher Carlisle, Ryan Craig Carlisle, Evan Carlisle and Jaxen Carlisle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-8041269826180433103?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/8041269826180433103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=8041269826180433103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/8041269826180433103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/8041269826180433103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2010/11/remember-whena-point-to-ponder-at.html' title='Remember When—A Point To Ponder at Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-292818499340694851</id><published>2010-08-17T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T10:14:17.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poster  Child For Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I waited patiently for the Lord; And he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock and established my goings. And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise; many shall see it, and fear it and trust in the Lord." Psalm 40:1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sure if I were to attempt to take a poll among Christians and record every testimony I would surely have chosen a mission that would take thousands of lifetimes to record. Even in my own life I could never name all of the times God has blessed me. I grew up hearing seasoned Christians say, "through many dangers, toils and snares I have already come," and I never paid much attention. Now, as someone who has lived a little and gone through my own trials and challenges of life, I know that it was God's amazing grace that has lovingly allowed me to be here safe and alive to talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As Christians we should always be ready with a testimony on our lips. Daily we are presented with opportunities to tell someone that God really does hear and answer prayers; that He never lies and he will do just what he said he will do. As Christians we are ambassadors for Christ; we must be ready and willing to talk about God and able to represent him by the way we live our lives. We are living examples of His goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Each one of us are poster children of His grace. Just like every major cause in the world appoints someone to be the face of that cause, we have been appointed to be the face of Christianity. When out in the world we ought to be recognized as a child of God; that person who has been delivered from impossible situations and a person who proudly worships the name of Jesus and one who unashamedly, will invite you to join them in His cause of eternal salvation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are so many men, women, and children that need to hear the testimonies of those who truly know the Lord; our experiences with God enable us to help others who are struggling. Let us not be silent and content with sitting on our testimonies; now is the time to stand and take up our cause, share our stories and become poster children of God's amazing grace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, you have delivered us from so many dangers, toils and snares &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we thank you. For every sickness that you've healed, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every tear dried, we know beyond any doubt it was You. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your grace and mercy has brought us and taught us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even in the midnights of our lives, your light has guided us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to the other side of our circumstance and for that we&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will forever tell the stories and proclaim your name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to those who need a word about what God can do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-292818499340694851?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/292818499340694851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=292818499340694851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/292818499340694851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/292818499340694851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2010/08/poster-child-for-grace.html' title='Poster  Child For Grace'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-1535540379887062181</id><published>2010-08-02T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T01:27:48.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Predestined Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."- Jeremiah 29:11 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had the opportunity to attend Sunday worship services at Mountain View Community Church in Temecula, California recently and was reminded of an interesting phenomenon regarding battles and storms that we face in life. My brothers Ken and Craig Carlisle and their families are members of Mountain View and my dad, Rev. Dr. Johnie Carlisle has been a frequent visitor since retiring from active Pastoring so on occasion I find myself making the drive from San Diego to join them and I must say, I've always been blessed by the experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few weeks ago, Pastor John Wells was doing a series on Battles and I had to chuckle because I realized that I needed to hear that message; it was tailor-made for me (I'm sure everyone else was thinking the same thing). Anyway, Pastor Wells reminded us that at any point in our lives we are either in the midst of a storm, coming out of a storm or getting ready to go into a storm. How profound that was and I was struck because I realized that storms and battles are really another word for "Life." Life/Battles/Storms happen; it's just the nature of things, period. Often times we are so caught up in the fight that we forget that even before the fight begins God has already planned our victory and our battles are strategically planned, if you will, to guarantee our triumph; never will God allow us to enter an un-win-able battle. In Jeremiah 29:11 he informs us that he has already planned for our prosperity, safety, and for a future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I know some of you are probably rolling your eyes and shaking your heads saying, "right; I've been dealing with this issue for years and still I can't figure out how to fix this mess! My marriage, my finances, my kids, now my health, what's next?" I'll tell you what's next; stop trying to fix it yourself and stop trying to figure it out on your own. You simply don't have what it takes to do that. Oh, we are great at creating chaos and mess in our lives but not so good at making it right...not without God's help. Often times because of our behavior and attitude while we are in our storms will often prolong the storm; we are busy in God's way, trying to do Him instead of letting go and allowing God to do what only he can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are some things that we can do in the meantime, in the midst of our storm:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Declare Victory in Advance:&lt;/strong&gt; Even though we don't see any way out of our predicament, we can still let the enemy know that they are fighting a battle that they cannot win. Visualize the victory in our minds and begin truly believing that we will in God's time come out of the battle, stronger, wiser and victorious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Begin Acting Victorious: &lt;/strong&gt;Stop rewinding the negative events of your life; when others ask how you are doing, simply respond, "I'm blessed and highly favored!" Remind yourself of what He has already delivered you from and where he's already brought you from. Stop holding onto the problem, the brokeness and begin to embrace the breakthrough and God's promise for a future, which means, he's planning a place for you down the road. Then remember,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Trials Are Temporary: &lt;/strong&gt;The old folks used to say, "trouble don't last always." and that is true. Trials are just moments in time and because God knows his plans for us we also know that trials are not a part of his ultimate plan for our lives. Finally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Blessings Are Spoils of Battle: &lt;/strong&gt;The good news is that after we've come through a battle; God blesses us. We've learned some things and we're stronger, and wiser. Often times things that were lost are redeemed and best of all we've come closer to God in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, now is the time that we begin claiming our victories; right now whether we are in a storm, just getting out of a storm or getting ready to enter a storm. It's never too early to claim your victory over life's battles and storms. God has already provided us with everything we need before we go into the fight and best of all He knows the plans he has for us; plans for us to prosper, to be safe, plans to give us hope and a future. Even though we don't know what the other side of the battle looks like we can begin planning our victory celebration now! As Children of God we are winners and so we must think and believe like winners and as I meet life's challenges, I pray that you will join me in the Winner's Circle and claim all that God has planned for your life today, right here and right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be Blessed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-1535540379887062181?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/1535540379887062181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=1535540379887062181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/1535540379887062181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/1535540379887062181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2010/08/predestined-victory.html' title='Predestined Victory'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-1475887361800923384</id><published>2010-07-26T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:23:56.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Nup, What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Once upon a time there was a man, tall, handsome, sucessful but he knew his life was missing something and so he searched the world for the love of his life. The man wanted a woman who would love him and support him as he worked and fought to conquer the world. Then one day, there she was, beautiful, exciting, everything he'd wanted and more and when he laid eyes on her for the first time it was as if a spotlight shown above her head confirming that she was indeed the woman of his dreams. So, shewing away the butterflies in his stomach and taking a deep breath he approached her. She too had noticed him and couldn't believe her eyes when she turned to see the most handsome man approaching her from across a crowded room; it was like everyone faded to black and things shifted to slow motion as this tall, delicious man dressed to kill in a navy pinstriped suit bearing the brightest smile and a hopeful heart entered her space and looked deeply into her eyes. For the next days, weeks, and months the two were inseperable as they got to know each other falling hopelessly in love and soon the magical moment that the woman had long for and the man had dreamt of an planned for became a reality. The night sky was clear with moon shining brightly and the stars twinkled in their appointed places, surely God himself had signed off on this union. The lovebirds sat at a small table draped in white linen and looking dreamily into each other's eyes. Those same butterflies that had fluttered around in his stomach on the night they first met once again had to be shewed away by the man. The woman couldn't believe that she had found such a wonderful person to spend her time with; the gifts and trips were just a bonus for she knew that she would have loved him without all of the extras that came with being with such a successful man. All of a sudden an older gentleman, dressed in a black tuxedo quietly approached the table and began playing the most beautiful music on his violin and the man who had searched the world for the woman of his dreams dropped to one knee and gently took her hand, professed his love and revealed a black velvet covered box as he asked her to share his future, his life with him; the tears flowed from her eyes as she quickly jumped up out of her seat and said, yes, yes, a million times, yes! Hugs and kisses followed and at that moment nothing mattered but the two of them and their life together and one minor detail, the Pre-Nuptial agreement that the man had so quietly and discreetly slipped across the table. She didn't even notice it; it wasn't that he didn't trust her or that he didn't believe that their marriage would last, but a man of his means had to protect himself, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     How often do we read about or hear reports of the marriages of the rich and famous coming to a screeching end with all of the nasty details strewn across our television sets, internet screens or magazine pages. What once was professed to be undying love now reduced to the division of property, money and custody battles because promises of love in sickness and in health had been exchanged for signatures on dotted lines, escape clauses...just in case. We know the names, Paul McCartney, Michael Jordan, Robert Johnson, Tiger Woods and on and on. In fact, if a wealthy person marries these days without a pre-nup he or she is thought to be stupid and potentially a candidate for future residency in a mental institution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Can you imagine if God required that we enter a legally binding agreement before he agreed to be our God? Think about all that he has done for us, even creating us; how crazy it would be if he acted or reacted the way we do with each other whenever we fail to live up to a promise. While it is true that God has requirements for us and he has standards for us to live by he still does not divorce us nor does he give up on us and drag us into court at the drop of a hat. Think about the number of times we break the Ten Commandments on a daily basis but God is still there for us willing to forgive us and take us back into his loving arms. On those countless times that we commit a sin, God doesn't put us on blast for the world to see nor does he broadcast a list of our offenses for all to judge and scrutinize. We spend more time on relationships that are most likely than not destined to fail and very little time on the one relationship that can save our very lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     It's time for us to renew our vows with God and to promise to stay true to Him, to cleave only to him until death; for even in death we will not be parted from him! God promises to never leave or forsake us. It's our turn to begin a new relationship with the One who made us in his image and will never break a promise to us! God is love and he is dependable, true and wants only the best for us! Now that's what I call a marriage made in heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be Blessed... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-1475887361800923384?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/1475887361800923384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=1475887361800923384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/1475887361800923384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;That only your mind could conceive.&lt;br /&gt;Perfection looked just like me and&lt;br /&gt;No one could tell you otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouraging me to take my first step&lt;br /&gt;Secretly wiping away the tears that&lt;br /&gt;Had only begun to flow as you knew&lt;br /&gt;That one step would become many.&lt;br /&gt;Learning the hard way the only way&lt;br /&gt;And life would bring me back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide open resisting the wisdom&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to share with your firstborn.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the mistakes I was destined to make.&lt;br /&gt;So patiently you waited and prayed.&lt;br /&gt;“Lord, protect my child.” Whispered&lt;br /&gt;daily in God’s listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m here and you are gone&lt;br /&gt;but not forgotten and my heart aches&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the lessons you feared&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t learn yet I carry them in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am a Mother and those tears, those&lt;br /&gt;lessons and those prayers are mine now&lt;br /&gt;“Lord, protect my child.” I whisper&lt;br /&gt;daily in God’s listening ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-4024050475803631077?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/4024050475803631077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=4024050475803631077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/4024050475803631077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/4024050475803631077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2010/05/motherhood-by-cynthia-carlisle-fields.html' title='Motherhood'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-2314495190748916299</id><published>2010-04-07T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:29:12.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. -Philippians 1:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my favorite reality shows is Extreme Makeover, Home Edition. In each episode a team of designers travel to a designated location to surprise a family with a home makeover. The winning family is chosen from hundreds of families that have sent in video appeals for help in repairing their homes that have fallen into disrepair due to some catastrophic event in their lives. Once the team arrives and loudly announces their arrival the happy family (fully dressed, hair combed...hmm I never could understand that, but anyway) runs out screaming, shouting and crying with joy in great anticipation of what is about to come. The team leader then takes a tour of the home and surveys the situation. Once he has a grasped on what is needed he then gathers the rest of his team, they formulate a plan to construct a new home in seven days. The family is sent on a fabulous vacation and the work begins. Next the builder and hundreds of volunteers demolish the old home after which the debris is cleaned up and taken away to make room for the new construction and in seven days a new home stands where the old home used to be. When the family returns they are overjoyed as the brand new home stands as a symbol of a new beginning for their lives. Just when the family and the viewers think that the show is about to end until next week, the star of the show announces an extra surprise; either the builder or bank has decided to pay off the mortgage or someone steps forward to pay off a major bill or provide a years supply of something that will make the family's life even better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This so reminds me of what can happen in our lives. When we've done all that we can do and it seems like the more we try the worse things get we finally come to the conclusion that only God can do what only God can do. So, we pray and request that God and his team of angels come down and perform an extreme makeover on our lives. Perhaps we are struggling with an addiction or find ourselves struggling with health and family issuses or drowning in a sea of hoplessness; whatever it is, God hears and in His way comes, takes a tour of our lives and performs his own Extreme Makeover. The good news is that God's plan has already been designed with a special place reserved just for us. He demolishes the strong holds and takes away the rubbish of sin, fear, doubt and clears a place in our hearts and in our lives where rebuilding can begin. Those things that we thought we could never live without suddenly have no importance and we begin to desire instead God's will and instruction. As God is steadily working and rebuilding, he sends us on a vacation of peace; those sleepless nights are replaced with sound rest and those worries are wiped away. So, after the foundation is laid and our new stronger structure is in place God knows that the real work of sustaining our new lives begins, so he leaves us His Holy Spirit and His Holy Word to get us through those times when we begin to feel weak again. Unlike the bankers, and the design team who pay the debt after the job is done, God sent his Son who paid the debt for our salvation before the work began! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so thankful that God saw in me something worth saving and redeeming. He stood waiting patiently for me to send my request for help and when I think about what He's done for me and with me I can't help but go running, shouting and screaming in praise and thanksgiving! My makeover is an ongoing process of demolition, cleanup and rebuilding this I know. God, the Master Designer has so mercifully included me in his plans with provisions that make my rennovation one that is on time, and built on a foundation of love, mercy and grace. Thank you God for hearing my plea and making me over like only You can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until We Meet Again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-2314495190748916299?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/2314495190748916299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=2314495190748916299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/2314495190748916299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/2314495190748916299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2010/04/extreme-makeover.html' title='Extreme Makeover'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-8562544266440789882</id><published>2010-02-07T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:21:37.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brace for Impact</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is filled with swift transition,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;naught of earth unmoved can stand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;build your hopes on things eternal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold to God's unchanging hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust in Him who will not leave you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatsoever years may bring,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if by earthly friends forsaken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still more closely to Him cling*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On January 15, 2009, Flight 1549, headed to Charlotte, NC from New York's La Guardia Airport was forced to make an emergency landing in the chilly Hudson river after crashing into several birds causing their engines to fail. It has been a year since this miraculous journey and no doubt the 155 people that were on board and their families are still talking about this day. When many of the survivors were interviewed later many of them reported how several of them had begun to pray and continued to pray as they braced for impact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Such is life; we often times step into situations, flights, if you will, without much thought of the possible dangers that lie ahead or the consequences that we may face as a result of our choices. While I am not pleading a case for fearful living I'm merely stating a fact that we go through most of our days just simply going through our days, period. It's not until we hit some turbulence or a thunder storm that we stop and consider God; and when we are looking death square in the face we realize what is truly important. We spend so much time chasing worldly dreams and possessions and so little time chasing a true relationship with the Father. It's not until we've run out of time that we "get it." I've heard it said so many times from those who have just visited someone lying on their death bed that the nearly departed looked so "peaceful." I like to imagine it is because they have finally, "gotten it." They are experiencing an unfamiliar peace that defies description to the onlooker. The dying person looks happy because perhaps if they had a relationship with God and have adhered to all flight instructions they are seeing Him, feeling Him and hearing Him clearly and they are excited to really begin their life. They've come to the end of their flight, the runway is clear and permission to land has been granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The good news is that we don't have to wait until we are on our death beds or seeing death rushing toward us at a million miles per hour; we can make the necessary adjustments in our lives now. God has already filed and approved our flight plans and they can be reviewed daily in His Holy Word. It's certain that we will experience trials, turbulence, and severe weather conditions but we have everything we need to insure a safe landing and that is the promise that He will never leave or forsake us. Our ticket is stamped and purchased with the blood of Jesus and that's a warranty that never fails! So, the next time you see a storm on the horizon and you're not sure if you should take the trip, just buckle your seat belt, hold on tight to your faith, send up a prayer and brace for impact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Covet not this world's vain riches,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that so rapidly decay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seek to gain the heav'nly treasures,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they will never pass away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your journey is completed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if to God you have been true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fair and bright the home in glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your enraptured soul will view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold to His hand, God's unchanging hand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold to His hand, God's unchanging hand;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;build your hopes on things eternal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold to God's unchanging hand.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be Blessed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cynthia Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Lyrics-Hold To God's Unchanging Hand-written by Jennie Wilson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-8562544266440789882?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/8562544266440789882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=8562544266440789882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/8562544266440789882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/8562544266440789882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2010/02/brace-for-impact.html' title='Brace for Impact'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-9199859754038701804</id><published>2009-12-31T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:19:02.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL (Laugh Out Loud!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness; come before his presence with singing. Know ye that the Lord he is God; it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise; be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations. (Psalm 100)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a confession; as much as I've tried to deny the fact, I have become a frequent rider on the information super highway, my pass has been punched many times and I seem to spend more time "riding" than I care to admit. I've become quite comfortable in my first row seat, venturing into once unknown territory like, Facebook, Twitter, Global Grind, Google, Yahoo and all of their play cousins. In fact, if I don't get my daily E-shot of Farmville, Cafe World or Fishville I become jittery and irritable, lol...I've reconnected with old friends, met new friends and learned some things. Even though I entered this world reluctantly, kicking and screaming, I now find myself here and quite comfortable and happy, spending a big chunk of my time, laughing out loud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sitting here, on the eve of a new year, doing what I do every year at this time; looking back, re-evaluating, and taking stock trying to see where I fell short in '09 and resolving to do better in 2010 and this is what I've found, God was faithful to me and was consistent and delivered on his promises. I can't even discribe how He was never late, never failed and most importantly, He never left but showed His face in every day and in every way in my life. While I was riding the e-rails, God was doing some searching and he didn't have to use Yahoo, Bing or Google to find that I had some things in my life that needed to be removed, fixed, and healed. He knows my heart, my inner thoughts, fears and desires. Because He made me and wrote my life story before I was even conceived all He needs to do is point and click and the things that satan stole in 2009 will be restored, lol; those things that  hindered me and had me bound are deleted from my life and I am so thankful, lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I prepare for the new year, I am making a joyful noise unto the Lord and I am resolving to serve Him with gladness and thanksgiving coming before his presence with singing for He is Lord, King of my life and I know he has my back. I'm laughing, I'm shouting, I'm singing for God is a good God, faithful and true to the end! Happy New Year to you all and may we all begin and end 2010 lauging out loud for the Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be Blessed... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-9199859754038701804?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/9199859754038701804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=9199859754038701804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/9199859754038701804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/9199859754038701804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2009/12/lol-laugh-out-loud.html' title='LOL (Laugh Out Loud!)'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-5301086598767060502</id><published>2009-12-22T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:52:33.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unforgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The Lord knows those who are his..." 2 Timothy 2:19&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's nearing the end of the year and Christmas is only days away and like many people I find myself pausing to reflect on the past 11 months and I must admit that it has been quite a year for me; one of disappointment, unexpected twists and turns and one of unimaginable blessings. I began the year unemployed like millions of other Americans and I wasn't quite sure what the future held for me but I always without a doubt knew Who held my future. The fear was not that I would not be able to survive the real fear was that I would. Now that might not make sense to most of you but give me a moment to explain. You see, as long as everything is going fine, we have jobs to go to each day, we're making money to pay our bills and we have a roof over our heads, then it's easy to say all those catchy cliches like "God will make a way out of no way," "He's an on-time God," and it's easy to tell others who are going through desperate times in their lives to just "have faith." I was one of those folks who had a whole list of things to tell others but it wasn't until I was in a position where I had to listen to those words spoken to me that I really had to stop and conduct a litmus test on my own faith. Did I really believe that God was an on-time God? Did I know and believe for sure that He could and would make a way out of no way? And was my faith strong enough to withstand the trials that life throws my way? What would I do really when the times got tough? Now I had to live that faith that I had admonished others to live so often in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, hear I am, 13 months into my unemployment with no job prospects in sight even after applying for hundreds of jobs, even after being told by employers that my resume is stellar and packed with everything and employer is looking for, still no job. Hmm...here I am taking stock on the year, and wondering what God has in store for me and wondering why I haven't found a job yet. Then it dawned on me that God was merely doing for me what I had been asking him to do for many many years and that was to show me a way to become a full time writer, to be able to support myself from my work as a writer and to be able to work from home doing what I believe God has called me to do. Duh, as the kids say, that is exactly what I've been doing for the last 13 months, writing, wow, I was blind and now I see. I am exactly where God wants me to be, doing exactly what He wants me to do. I haven't missed one meal, all bills are paid and current, my pantry is full and I have a really nice roof over my head! Ain't God good? Yes, He truly is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, as I review the year and look back I see that God has placed not only tremendous writing opportunities before me, too many for me to even expect to complete in 2010, he has placed some people in my life that have literally stepped from the shadows and been a blessing to me with their prayers, support, calls, friendship and unconditional love and for that I am truly blessed and thankful! Each time I get sad and want to have a private pity party I'm compelled to remember just what God has done for me and even how he has used me during this time and I have to say thank you for how he has used others to encourage me during my low moments. Most importantly the number one thing I have learned this year is that I am not forgotten, no in fact, I count myself among God's Unforgotten because he has never ever left me nor forsaken me; every trial, every tribulation every victory and every joy is all a part of His plan and I must say with great exhilaration that everything is going according to His plan and on His timetable. I am reminded of a scripture found in Jeremiah 29:11, that says, &lt;em&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future&lt;/em&gt;." So, to say I am excited about where the Lord has brought me would be an understatement of epic proportions because this is good news! Think about it, when an artist, or a writer or a musician or a craftsman makes something, even after manyyears they never forget that first painting or that first story or that first song or that first piece of furniture; so it is with God, he never forgets his own handiwork and because of that I can go into the new year with renewed anticipation, holding onto the knowledge that I belong to a God that will never forget me and will never forsake me for He knows those who are his!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be Blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-5301086598767060502?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/5301086598767060502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=5301086598767060502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/5301086598767060502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/5301086598767060502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2009/12/unforgotten.html' title='The Unforgotten'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-5627301050407132248</id><published>2009-11-24T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:18:29.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership Through Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The Son of man did not come to be served, but to serve. Mark 10:45"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With Thanksgiving only a few days away, many of us are making preparations for grand dinners and company soon to arrive, hungry, thirsty and ready for fellowship with loved ones. This is also the time of the year when we think about giving to others and volunteerism is at an all time high during the holiday season. However, once we've licked the meat off the last drumstick or opened the last present, thoughts of helping others drift from our minds until next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the 10th book of Mark we find the disciples debating and petitioning Jesus for special seating that would designate their importance in the hierachy of things. They wanted to be elevated to high positions amongst each other without fully realizing just what they were asking and without knowing what the price of such a lofty request would require. Things haven't changed; we find ourselves today desiring places of high stature in society; fame, fortune and power; we see others possessing these things and we desire to have them too without realizing that it came with a great price of sacrifice which for many of us is too high to pay. Jesus had to give the disciples a reality check as he told them that,“&lt;em&gt;Those who are considered rulers over the Gentiles lord it over them, and their great ones exercise authority over them. Yet it shall not be so among you” (Mark 10:42-43).&lt;/em&gt; He had to make it clear to them that they were there to learn to be servants: &lt;em&gt;“Whoever of you desires to be first shall be slave of all” (v.44). &lt;/em&gt;Jesus himself had come to serve, not to be served.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is no greater example of leadership than Jesus Christ; through his service to man, he taught us the true meaning of leadership; as He was willing to lay down his life for the sins of the whole world. As we shop for that last ingredient to that old family recipe or bake that last pumpkin pie, let us remember that the greatest gift we could ever give is our service. Thanksgiving and Christmas come around only once a year but there are people who need our help every day and social issues and concerns that need our attention beyond the holiday season. If we want to one day lead we must first be willing to serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I pray that you all have a blessed Thanksgiving and I am challenging myself first to find a place to serve others without fanfare, without recognition for my service and to do it with a heart of compassion, love and humilty. Won't you join me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God bless you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-5627301050407132248?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/5627301050407132248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=5627301050407132248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/5627301050407132248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/5627301050407132248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2009/11/leadership-through-service.html' title='Leadership Through Service'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-5421619960003621010</id><published>2009-10-09T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:21:12.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The following poem is from my latest book, entitled "Honoring My Father" to be released at year's end. I thought it appropriate for today. This is dedicated to all of us who sometimes forget to tell those we love just how we feel and when it's too late and they cannot hear our words we feel a deep sense of loss and guilt for not siezing life's precious moments to show each other that we care. Life is but a vapor, only here for a short while and then it's gone. My words to myself and to everyone today is, Don't Wait!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind words falling&lt;br /&gt;on deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;Kind deeds that&lt;br /&gt;cannot be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did we wait so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s warm breath&lt;br /&gt;Has now grown cold&lt;br /&gt;Time goes on&lt;br /&gt;Without us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still we wait until it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have known&lt;br /&gt;How we felt&lt;br /&gt;Even though we never&lt;br /&gt;uttered the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did we withhold&lt;br /&gt;this precious gift?&lt;br /&gt;Our silence, our shame&lt;br /&gt;and our regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The length of our days&lt;br /&gt;a mystery,  tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;not ours to claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can no longer wait&lt;br /&gt;must seize the moment&lt;br /&gt;Before it’s too late&lt;br /&gt;To say,&lt;br /&gt;“I love you.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-5421619960003621010?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/5421619960003621010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=5421619960003621010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/5421619960003621010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/5421619960003621010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-wait.html' title='Don&apos;t Wait'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-3460082202145491162</id><published>2009-08-31T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:38:50.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have the Right to Remain Silent</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Whoever acknowledges me before men, I will also acknowledge him before my Father in heaven. But whoever disowns me before men, I will disown him before my Father in heaven." Matthew 10:32-33.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big fan of court room and crime drama television. I love how a crime is discovered, the police are called in to investigate and then the criminal is put on trial. During the course of the show, many twist and turns occur which at the conclusion yields a sometimes surprising end. One line seems to always find it's way into each and every one of theses shows that I spend hours watching and that is, "You have the right to remain silent." Now, remaining silent can prove to have some dire consequences to the accused as the story progesses. If he or she refuses to speak up then only one side of the incident is told. If a witness to the crime refuses to come forward and tell what he or she saw, then a crime could go unpunished. So it is with our lives as Christians. If we excercise our right to remain silent then there will be dire consequences for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 10th chapter of Matthew, Jesus sends out the 12 diciples to go out among the lost sheep of Israel and preach a specific message that he had given them. They were given instructions on what to look for, where to stay, what to take and how to behave. He warned the disciples of the consequences of remaining silent&lt;em&gt;, "But whoever disowns me before men, I will disown him before my Father in heaven&lt;/em&gt;." Can you imagine Jesus refusing to speak to God on your behalf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to talk about Jesus when we are at church on Sundays and fellowshipping with our christian family but just as Jesus commanded the disciples to go out among the lost sheep, we are commanded to do the same. As Christians it's our work to go out among those who do not know or have not chosen to know Jesus for themselves. We often use the excuse, &lt;em&gt;"what do I say&lt;/em&gt;?" but like the disciples, God will give us the words and will simply use us as willing vessels. We all have been set free from so many things in our lives. We've been rescued from death, healed from sickness and blessed beyond measure, so why would we want to remain silent? Let  us speak up for Jesus through our praise and adoration and by the work we put to our hands, but most importantly, let us show others who Jesus is by the way we treat one another; with love and compassion. Yes, because God has given us the gift of free will, we have the right to remain silent but let us not excercise that right or else, Jesus just might do the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-3460082202145491162?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/3460082202145491162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=3460082202145491162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/3460082202145491162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/3460082202145491162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-have-right-to-remain-silent.html' title='You Have the Right to Remain Silent'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-1017002199636798852</id><published>2009-08-27T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:46:16.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Indignity of it All!</title><content type='html'>2 Samuel 6:12-23 tells the story of David's return after picking up the Ark of God from Obed-Edom. When he arrived in the City of David, he began to worship and praise God. The scripture says he danced before the Lord with all his might.  He danced right out of his clothes much to the dismay and anger of his wife Michal, daughter of Saul.  Once David returned home, he was met with the wrath of his wife as she ridiculed him for his "inappropriate" and "undignified" actions earlier in the day. David informed his wife that he was chosen by the Lord and because of that he would continue to give God undignified praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as God's children, who have been chosen by Him, like David must be willing to humiliate ourselves and get down right ugly for the Lord. We must praise Him with all of our might even if it means we look or act undignified. God's goodness, mercy and love warrant our whole praise without regard to what anyone else thinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about what God has brought me through, sickness, depression, grief and everything else too numerous to name, I want to praise Him with all of my might even if it means I look crazy, act insane or sweat out my perm. Won't you join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-1017002199636798852?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/1017002199636798852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=1017002199636798852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/1017002199636798852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/1017002199636798852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2009/08/indignity-of-it-all.html' title='The Indignity of it All!'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-2777112042113387079</id><published>2009-08-11T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:32:40.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, Hear Our Prayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Heavenly Father,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We come this morning desiring to start our day with You. We thank you for watching over us as we slept, totally unaware of the dangers around us, but fully confident in You as our protector and provider. Lord, we thank you for your mercy and for your love. Without You, Lord, we would surely perish. As this day unfolds we ask that you would equip us with all that we will need to answer the challenges that this day will bring our way. Give us the courage to live uncompromising lives for you.  As we stand in the midst of uncertain times, lost jobs, lost homes and uncertain futures, we thank you, for in the midst of our trials we can still see you working on our behalf. We see that you have not let us drown in the sea of dispair for we still have hope that these times of difficulty is just for a season and when that morning comes we will be brand new! Lord, how awesome you are for we are still here, inspite of those who would destroy us! Lord, we are still here, even though the world would have us believe that it's all over. We are still here to declare to the world that God is our rock and our salvation! Forgive us Lord, for the sins that we have committed by thought, word or deed. We are sorry and repent with every ounce of our being. Lord, increase our faith to step beyond our borders and beyond our comfort zones to win souls to your kingdom. These things we pray in your son Jesus' name, Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-2777112042113387079?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/2777112042113387079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=2777112042113387079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/2777112042113387079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/2777112042113387079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2009/08/lord-hear-our-prayer.html' title='Lord, Hear Our Prayer...'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-348533761724733957</id><published>2009-07-08T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:03:25.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patriot Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This past Sunday, my son Marshall and I watched the Men's Finals at Wimbeldon.  To the amazement of most tennis experts and fans, Andy Roddick waged an unexpected and highly contested match against the favored, Roger Federer.  The sports world had already crowned Federer the winner long before this match, the longest in Wimbeldon history, had begun.  Although, Roddick eventually lost,  making Federer the champion of all times with 15 major victories, he informed the world that he was not to be counted out.  As we cheered Roddick on, my son, compared this match to the 2008 Superbowl match between the New England Patriots and the New York Giants.  The Patriots had come into the Superbowl proudly boasting a flawless season and with the Superbowl trophy all but in their hands.  You see, the world had counted the Giants out, like Roddick.  Surely, the game itself was just a mere formality to what was an already inevitable outcome.  Low and behold, the Giants, who had apparently not gotten the same memo as the rest of the world, beat the Patriots and won the Superbowl.  As we continued to watch the almost 4 hour match, my son said that this was the real Patriot Act-overcoming seemingly insurrmountable odds to beat an unbeatable foe.  As I thought about our everyday life, I realized that we often find ourselves in life situations in which everyone has already labeled us the loser because we may be too old, or too young, to dark or too light or we may not have the qualifications that the world thinks we need in order to succeed. As children of God we can take our little and place it in the hands of God and watch Him bless us far beyond our imagination.  The Patriots and the rest of those who thought they knew the outcome of a game that hadn't been played learned that the game isn't over until it's over.  Federer and the tennis world learned too that life does not guarantee you anything.  Even though Roddick eventually lost, he almost won, because it came down to a final volley that could have easily gone his way. In those four hours he learned that the matched still had to be played until the end and his defeat was not certain.  That's just like life, we cannot give up just because we've been told that we can't win.  Yes, there will be times that we will lose but that doesn't mean we don't keep trying.  Our victory lies in the hands of the Master and no "expert" or statitician can predict our failure with 100 percent accuracy.  I am so glad to know that the God we serve is the only one who has our victory in His hands and no one and nothing can block what God has already ordained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be encouraged, don't give up, God has not sounded the final trumpet yet. Be blessed an know that God loves you and He has already designed your victory in His plan for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be Blessed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-348533761724733957?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/348533761724733957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=348533761724733957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/348533761724733957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/348533761724733957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2009/07/patriot-act.html' title='The Patriot Act'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-8389562425147516052</id><published>2009-07-01T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:27:46.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess I'm spoiled when it comes to good weather.  You see, I'm a resident and native of San Diego, California and our weather is second to none.  We indeed have no complaints when it comes to sunshine and perfect weather conditions.  Today, I'm in Las Vegas, it's 103 degrees and I cannot even imagine living in such heat!  Each time I step out of my air conditioned room, I wonder how long it will take before I burst into flames.  I'm amazed, watching the locals walking around unphased by this obvious misery! I know I sound like a drama queen and as I step back into my room and off of my neurotic high horse, I re-focus and begin to realize how blessed I am to be alive to feel the heat against my skin.  I know things could be a lot worse and so I'm thankful because I could be breathing another fire, that fire of eternal damnation for living a life of unrequited love to God and an arrogant refusal to turn from my wicked ways to repentance. So, I say, thank you God for another chance.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so thankful, that I have a relationship with the one and only true and living God! His mercy sustains me and keeps me cool in the midst of the firestorms of life.  As Christians, we should always be hot and not lukewarm as we live uncompromising lives for Christ.  We should be uncomfortable in a world of sin and evil and long for a life eternally with the Him who made us. We must be on fire for the Lord, totally consumed in earthly work that will win souls to the Kingdom.  Let us begin to stoke the fires again, as we burn and yearn for a closer walk with God. So,  as I prepare to step out into the Las Vegas heat, I pray for an internal heat wave that will energize me to service to God and motivate me to live my life that will bring honor and glory to God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be Blessed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-8389562425147516052?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/8389562425147516052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=8389562425147516052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/8389562425147516052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/8389562425147516052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-hot.html' title='It&apos;s Hot!'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-2101217087939486576</id><published>2009-06-24T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:13:42.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor Thy Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had the privilege of traveling to Pasadena, Ca on Sunday to celebrate Father's Day with my dad. My father is the pastor of First A.M.E. Church in Pasadena and every year my brothers and I and our children and some close friends travel to spend the day with him. Each year I consider myself blessed to have such a man as my father. Many people can say that they were brought up in a "Christian Home" but often times, that Christian lifestyle has left a bitter taste of inconsistent behavior and disappointment which carries into adulthood and leads many away from Christ instead of towards Him. Not so in our family. My brothers and I were blessed with two parents who lived what they taught us daily. My father, a career navy man was sometimes away for extended periods of time but his love, support and compassion never left home. He was and still is the head of our family even though we are all grown with families of our own. We still call upon him for advice, encouragement and inspiration. He never is without and honest word for his children. He's never too busy to talk and to listen without judging us. Looking at my two brothers as fathers now, I am so proud of them and I'm filled with joy as I watch them raise their sons with the same patience, love and caring that our father raised us. The two of them, Ken and Craig have benefitted from our father's upbringing and now are blessing their sons with the wisdom of true Godly fatherhood. No doubt the pattern will continue as I watch my nephews grow into wonderful little boys and young men. My son, who grew up without a father in the home has also benefitted from his grandfather's love and affection and is now a man who stands firm and strong in the Lord and too will become a fantastic father in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As our family dealt with the illness and death of our mother seven years ago, we watched, leaned and learned from our father as he worked his faith in an unfailing God. As he advocated and fought so that no stone was unturned in providing the best healthcare for our mother, my father proved that 50 years of love does not diminish with time but instead it grows and conquers all obstacles. And so, as I watch my father grow older, I pray that he continues to teach his children and grandchildren the value of loving relationships, a faith in and service to God and I also pray that we as his children will be wise enough to continue to listen and follow the example he so consistently and unselfishly sets before us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you Dad for all that you are and all that you have done for your family! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be Blessed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-2101217087939486576?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/2101217087939486576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=2101217087939486576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/2101217087939486576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/2101217087939486576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2009/06/honor-thy-father.html' title='Honor Thy Father'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-4081922041539333210</id><published>2009-06-17T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:29:08.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Without Action is Dead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save him? Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to him, 'Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed,' but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it? In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead."- James 2:14-17.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We've all heard the portion of scripture from James, "Faith without works is dead." This type of faith I like to call lip service.  It's easy to say I have faith, or I believe, but if we do not follow up this faith with action then we are simply talking to hear ourselves speak. Action or work is our proof of our faith. If I believe that I can do all things, and I desire a new job then my "work" is looking for and applying for new jobs.  If I believe that God will bless me with a new home, then I need to actively begin cleaning up my credit, saving money, preparing myself with information about the current housing market and readying myself for home ownership.  Saying that we have faith is not the E ticket to all of our hopes and dreams. Faith alone does not get us on the A list of prosperity, fame or fortune.  Faith must be accompanied by work.  Also, we cannot preach faith to others unless they can see us working our faith, living lives that actively pursue the will of God.  When we introduce the concept of faith to non-believers we must have a right relationship with God that shines beyond our words.  We must act, talk and live differently than those who do not profess to be a member of the body of Christ.  The best way for me to show you my faith is by my work.  Doing because we believe, even though we aren't sure of the outcome, is faith in action.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.  The operative word here is, "do." I must move toward those things that God has promised me. Sitting on the couch wearing my faith t-shirt will not improve my life, will not enrich my relationship with the Father and will not wins souls through my witnessing to others.  Now is the time for us as Christians to set our faith into action as we begin feeding the hungry instead of walking past them, by clothing the naked instead of ushering them out the door when they come to church and we must begin to share the Good News not with words but in how we live daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be Blessed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-4081922041539333210?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/4081922041539333210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=4081922041539333210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/4081922041539333210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/4081922041539333210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2009/06/faith-without-action-is-dead.html' title='Faith Without Action is Dead!'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-5009113123673448275</id><published>2009-05-27T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:28:20.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A State of Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am. I know how to get along with humble means, and I also know how to live in prosperity" Philippians 4:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These words were written by the apostle Paul, out of his own experience many years ago and can aid us as Christians today.  In coping in these difficult economic times we are being forced to reevaluate our lives and lifestyle as we adjust to shrinking finances and opportunities.  I have learned that it is indeed possible to find happiness in these uncertain and every changing times.  I look around me and I can always find someone in a tougher situation, dealing with problems that I cannot imagine myself having to tackle.  While I do not gain strength in the suffering of others, I do gain strength in their determination to survive and succeed in spite of their conditions.  We are only defeated if we give up and surrender to our challenges and believe what satan so desperately wants us to believe that we are doomed to lives of hardship and struggle and unhappiness and that the only way to be happy and successful is to consume our minds and spirits with attaining the "things" of this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I'm here to tell you that happiness is not tied to wealth, fame, power and worldly recognition.  Happiness and success is directly and without question tied to our relationship with a Father who made us in His image, who loves us unconditionally and only wants the best for us.  Nothing happens by mistake God knows exactly what He is doing.  We must trust that God has something better for us on the other side of our current situation.  If we are homeless, He has a home; if we are unemployed He has a job or a business waitiing for us when this season of unemployemnt or financial difficulty is over.  If we are struggling with  health issues or relationship issues God has a healing for us.  Storms are times when God has our full attention and can speak to us and show His face more clearly in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Embrace your storm as a time to find contentment as you pursue a greater relationship with God.  Focus on your faith and concentrate not on the situation but on preparing yourself for a victorious outcome.  Create your own definition of success.  It's not what the world tells you but it's what God has for you if you seek His kingdom and its righteousness first.  If you do, then watch God do the rest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be Blessed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-5009113123673448275?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/5009113123673448275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=5009113123673448275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/5009113123673448275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/5009113123673448275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2009/05/state-of-contentment.html' title='A State of Contentment'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-2908980519454849181</id><published>2009-04-20T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:13:37.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons In the Midst of a Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master, the tempest is raging. The billows are tossing high. The sky is o'er shadowed with blackness, no shelter or help is nigh. Carest Thou not that we perish? How canst Thou lie asleep, when each moment so madly is threatning, a grave in the angry deep? "(Peace be Still by Rev. James Cleveland)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the last six months I have been unemployed.  Like millions of my fellow americans I have been thrust into the midst of a raging tempest of uncertainty, self-doubt, fear,  and depression, as I struggle to keep my head above water.  Each day brings new hope and new disappointments as well; My job search continues while I try new and inventive ways to occupy my time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During these months I learned some important lessons.  I've learned that nothing happens in my life without God signing off on it.  Satan cannot test me without God's permission and God does not give His permission without first equipping me with everything I need to withstand the test.  During the storm, while the billows are tossing high, God has my attention and has a firm grip on me so that I will not drown.  During the times when the skies seem their blackest, I can hear God's voice whispering to me that He is still with me.  I also know that if God gave His permission to send the storm, then He also has my victory in His hands.  Yes, the storm will cease and I will not drown and most importantly, I will make it to shore, to dry land.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another lesson I have learned is that I can make it on a lot less than I thought I could and I am reminded of what is truly important in life.  I'm a survivor and no employer has the power to defeat me. On the contrary, the fact that I'm still hear, alive and well, still making it is a tangible message to satan and all those who allow him dominion in their lives that I am victorious because God said so.  No job, no position, no office, defines me. God made me and I wear his name badge.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also learned that God does not dismiss us when we've served our purpose.  He doesn't hand us a pink slip when the economy goes bad.  I never have to worry about my retirement plan, my benefit package or my health insurance. God loves us and He's provided a place for each of us in His plan even before we were born.  His love is unconditional and that indeed is a lesson I'll never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our storms are merely opportunities for God to show up and show His love for us.  It's so amazing what we can get done in situations that seem impossible.  Just when we think things are hopeless He sends a rainbow of hope.  I know God cares for me and I know he is in the storm with me making sure that I am not overtaken by the waves and while I ride out the storm, I can thank him in advance for I can see land just up ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The winds and the waves shall obey my will, peace be still. Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea or demons, or men, or whatever it be. No water can swallow the ship where lies the Master of ocean and earth and skies; they shall sweetly obey my will, peace be still, peace be still. They all shall sweetly obey my will; peace, peace be still.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-2908980519454849181?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/2908980519454849181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=2908980519454849181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/2908980519454849181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/2908980519454849181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2009/04/lessons-in-midst-of-storm.html' title='Lessons In the Midst of a Storm'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-7866540967554031215</id><published>2008-12-04T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:13:52.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see." Hebrews 11:1 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I recently joined the ranks of the unemployed, joining the thousands of  American citizens looking for work in a failing economy.  When I was told a month before my job ended that my position was being eliminated, I smiled inside, resolving not to be defeated by the news. You see, I had faith.  Faith that everything was going to work out to my advantage.  I was determined that this was not a proclamation of doom and defeat, but instead a fortelling of blessings on the way.  Since I had been looking for a new job for sometime, I stepped up my pace, certain that some other opportunity would come just in the nick of time.  I had faith, see.  I ferverently testified, with righteous indignation, perched upon my imaginary soap box, that I would be just fine; that God had my back, that the closing of one door meant the opening of another, yada, yada, yada... You see, I had faith!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, as the days passed and I defiantly crossed off the days on my calendar mounted on the wall for all to see, I made plans for what I would do once I was free from my dead end job.  I applied for jobs on the internet and quickly received calls for two interviews which I nailed if I must say so myself!  As the month end neared I still hadn't heard back from either interview and none of my other resumes and applications seemed to spark any interests.  Still undaunted, I kept the faith.  Then the test came; my computer at home crashed which meant I would have to replace it.  Then while on my way home from work one evening I had a blow out on the freeway which required me to buy 4 new tires.  None of this was in my non-existent budget.  I did all the right things, even applying for my unemployment on my last day of work.  So, because I had faith, I wasn't going to let these minor glitches bother me, why, because I had faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, with a little over a month of being unemployed, I am beginning to question the faith that I so boldly claimed just a month ago.  I must admit, it's been a tough go over the last few weeks but I'm still holding on to the belief that God still has my back and that everything happens for a reason.  Sure, I have nervous moments, sad and frutstated moments, but I must admit that God has kept me and provided for my every need.  Just when I need him most he provides!  I've learned a valuable lesson through this ordeal, however, and that is, that it's easy to talk about faith but it's a lot harder to walk by faith.  I've also learned that it's a moment by moment walk in the dark because you don't know what's up ahead.  You have to trust that whatever is up ahead God will meet you there and give you what you need to sucessfully meet the challenge.  I still have no idea what this next chapter in my life will bring, but I'm confident, and encouraged that whatever it is, I will not have to deal with it alone.  So in faith, I say thanks to God for victory over lifes obstacles.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be Blessed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-7866540967554031215?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/7866540967554031215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=7866540967554031215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/7866540967554031215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/7866540967554031215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-faith.html' title='Now Faith'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-5510672613196565950</id><published>2008-10-17T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:29:47.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remove the Devil from Your Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Therefore, prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; set your hope fully on the grace to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed. As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance. But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; for it is written: "Be holy, because I am holy." 1Peter 1:13-16.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my son and I were sitting watching the Tampa Bay Rays and the Boston Red Sox battle it out in an intense game. The Rays had made it to the playoffs for the first time in franchise history and many attributed it to the fact that the team had decided to make some changes. You see, the team's original name is the Tampa Bay Devil Rays and until this season, they proudly wore that name, blazened across their jerseys. Now, maybe out of desperation, I'm not sure, the ownership decided to drop the "devil" and to just use "Rays." In fact, anyone who mistakenly uses the old name is fined and the money is given to charity. Since the name change and committment to use it at all cost, the team has for the first time ever, experienced a winning season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just like our lives? When we decide to let go of the evil and the sin in our lives and commit to living holy lives, we begin to see the blessings God has for us. When we who belong to God begin to act like we belong to God our seasons turn from losing to winning. The scripture says that we are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that we may declare the praises of him who called us out of darkness into his wonderful light. We can no longer walk around in darkness, running into brick walls of failure, and falling into pits of dispair and trouble. We must follow God into the light as his chosen people, walking with our eyes open to see all that God has for us to do and to recieve as his chosen ones. Jesus paid the ultlimate price for us and we as Christians must proudly wear His name blazened across our chest and begin praising him and acting like his royal priesthood. God's team is the winning team and there is no victory in life as long as we continue to be Devil Rays! While we may not be swinging a bat in the playoffs hoping for a spot in the world series, are names are firmly etched on God's roster and that's the team that will always win no matter what battles life throws our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-5510672613196565950?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/5510672613196565950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=5510672613196565950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/5510672613196565950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/5510672613196565950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/10/remove-devil-from-your-name.html' title='Remove the Devil from Your Name'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-1252783267911962857</id><published>2008-09-09T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:37:34.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Times of Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.  Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.   (Psalm 46:1-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This scripture is such a powerful reminder of how there is absolutely no reason to worry or be afraid of anything, of any situation.  God is or place of hiding and protection when life falls down all around us.  He's always here ready and able to help us in times of trouble.  Because of that fact, we do not have to fear-ANYTHING!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are in the midst of perhaps the most contested presidential election in the history of America and foolishly we are looking to 2 candidates to save us from a failing economy, unaffordable healthcare, an inadequate educational system and to rescue us from a war that was declared under false pretenses.  While I'm sure both candidates mean well and really want to be the answer to what ails America, the simple fact remains, they don't have the qualifications for the job.  No amount of time in a POW camp or time spent in congress can provide the cure that this country and this world needs right now.  Raising millions of dollars in support of these candidates will not buy us out of our failed mortgage crisis nor will it plug the dyke of economic woes that seem to be flooding upon us fast and furious.  So today, I'm casting my faith upon God, my refuge for he is the only true agent of change. He provides the change I can believe in.  For he can change my financial failings into financial abundance.  He can change my failing health into a testimony of healing and renewal.  Only God can protect me from the wars that rage all around me and so with that knowledge I will look to the hills from which all of my help comes and I will not fear when the earth gives way and the mountains fall into the sea.  Though the waters roar and surge and the mountains quake I am assured that my God and your God is our refuge in times of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-1252783267911962857?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/1252783267911962857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=1252783267911962857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/1252783267911962857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/1252783267911962857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-times-of-trouble.html' title='In Times of Trouble'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-1284820203959556669</id><published>2008-08-08T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:19:42.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presumed Holiness</title><content type='html'>As Christians we know that we are mandated to win souls to God's kingdom.  We also know that our best recruiting tool is ourselves; how we live our lives before men.  It's easy to get "caught up" while in church on Sundays but what really matters is what we do and what we say after the benediction.  The church is under attack more now than ever before and it seems as though satan is boldly using those called by Christ's name, to do battle against the Kingdom.  I'm often amazed and saddened when I listen to how we as Christians speak to each other and talk about each other especially when we think we are in safe company.  I wonder if we we knew that some of the hurtful and awful things that we say sometimes gets back to those we are degrading and slandering would it cause us to think before we spoke?  I wonder if we knew that as Christians, our punishment is severe if we do harm to a fellow Christian, would that compel us to keep our mouths shut?  It's so easy to engage in conversations that take a nasty turn and we don't seem to mind or give it a second thought as to the damage that this behavior causes, even if the subject of our conversations never finds out what was said.  It causes damage to our spiritual walk and our relationship with God because He is not pleased.  As we dwell in our glass houses we cannot afford to throw stones and the things in our lives that need fixing demand our utmost attention now.  We hide so cleverly behind the veil of Christianity, thinking that we have the world fooled but we don't.  There's more to being a christian than wearing the name tag, attending church and carrying a bible  under our arms.  No, it takes self control, praying before speaking and resisting opportunity and temptations to defame someone's reputation and name all in the pursuit of self satisfaction.  Having our names on the church roll and holding a position on the trustee or steward board or being a member of the ministerial staff does not make you holy; your actions, the way you conduct yourself, and your steadfast committement to doing and being what God commands His children to be, that makes you holy. God already knows that we will never be perfect but we should at least die trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-1284820203959556669?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/1284820203959556669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=1284820203959556669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/1284820203959556669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/1284820203959556669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/08/presumed-holiness.html' title='Presumed Holiness'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-8641636273049159681</id><published>2008-07-29T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:02:46.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit." (Jeremiah 17:7-8)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As sure as we are born, troubles will come. We will have to deal with challenges, trials and tribulations; it's just a fact that no one can deny. God in his endless and unconditional love for us has everything we need to handle whatever life will throw our way, all we have to do is trust Him. Our trust has to be consistent, unwavering and sure. Doubt has no place in our faith walk with God. We are blessed through our trust and because we are blessed, we will be able to stand strong just like the tree that's planted by a stream of water. That tree is strong because it has a source of nourishment within close proximity of it's roots. It doesn't have to send feelers out for miles and miles searching for water and food; it's planted next to everything it needs to sustain its life. Because of where it's planted, when the weather conditions change and the seasons change from cool to hot causing a drought, it has no fear because it's roots are strong and well-fed. During the difficult weather it can still thrive and bear fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As Christians we know that God is never far away; He's right with us at all times. Just like that stream he has everything we need and all we have to do is reach out and grab it. There's no need to search for quick remedies in far off lands. The further we send our roots seeking nourishment, the weaker our body becomes; The closer we are to our source of strength, the stronger our body becomes. We must plant our roots firmly in the word of God, which is living water. We must drink until we are bursting at the seams, so that our minds, hearts and spirits are nourished and healthy for the dry seasons of our lives. When trouble comes we are not fearful, weak or afraid, because we know that our feet have found an anchor in the Lord. During times of uncertainty we can still be useful in God's kingdom, bearing fruit by our witness and testimonies and undying faith. I want to be like that tree planted by the water; sending my roots out by the stream of God's holy word, drinking in and using it to do what God has anointed me and commanded me to do in seasons of plenty as well as seasons of drought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Be Blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-8641636273049159681?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/8641636273049159681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=8641636273049159681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/8641636273049159681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/8641636273049159681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-tree.html' title='Like a Tree...'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-2134430406525729691</id><published>2008-07-23T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:09:04.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take Him at His word; Just to rest upon His promise, just to know, "Thus saith the Lord." Jesus, Jesus how I trust Him! How I've proved Him o'er and o'er! Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O for grace to trust Him more!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was written by Louisa M.R. Stead over 100 years ago, yet they ring in my ear like fresh morning rain. It reminds me how comforting it is to serve a Savior that I can trust.  All I have to do is place everything in His hands and He promises to take care it.  Not only can I trust Him but I have a guarantee backed by His blood that was shed for me, that He will never leave nor forsake me! No one can offer such a iron-clad promise except Jesus.  Our family, friends, husbands, wives, no matter there good intentions, cannot make that promise and cannot be trusted like Jesus.  And how do we know this to be true? Because He said so. Everytime I've had a problem or I needed to talk, or cry or ask why, Jesus was and is always available to listen, to wipe away my tears, to answer my questions and to solve my problems.  I can trust Him, I can take Him at His word and I can rest upon His promise, just to know, "Thus saith the Lord."  Everytime I call on Him, it proves that I can trust him and that His promise is true and each time I pray, it's for grace to trust Him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him! How I've proved Him o'er and o'er! Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! O for grace to trust Him more!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-2134430406525729691?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/2134430406525729691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=2134430406525729691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/2134430406525729691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/2134430406525729691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/07/tis-so-sweet-to-trust-in-jesus.html' title='&apos;Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-6455215971757104778</id><published>2008-06-27T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:13:33.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Doesn't  Make Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello All:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sitting here at my desk, fighting the temptation to feel sorry for myself. The harder I try to dwell on the disappointments and pain of recent events; I just can’t sit here in a puddle of self-pity. My son placed a CD in my car yesterday and I have played it non-stop and it has ministered to my heart. J Moss is singing, “God Doesn’t Make Mistakes.” How true, He knows exactly what He is doing. In spite of the desires of our hearts, our secrets wants and dreams, if they are contrary to God’s plan, then it will not add any good to our lives. No matter what we want, God wants better for us and guess what? He has already seen the full picture of our lives. Sometimes, pain is a by-product of being out of step with God’s will. Pain can even be a part of the breaking and re-building process we must go through to be prepared to receive the blessings God has for us. Sometimes we even get those secrets wishes, but God cannot bless until we are fully prepared to receive. Preparation requires change, growth and a willingness to be obedient even when we don’t understand the “Why” of the matter. We simply must trust God in spite of and in the midst of the pain and uncertainty. Just trust Him to never make a mistake, to never fail and to never lie. Submit and stop resisting the plan of God, for he has a special place in that plan just for us. Seek God, not man, seek righteousness, not wealth, seek wisdom and not fame. When we thirst for God and chase after Him with all of our strength then we will feel how it truly feels to be loved, to be wealthy and to be wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit here, the music has long stopped playing, I am filled with joy and hope as I reflect on the blessings that God has already given me. I’m healthy, safe and so is each of my family members and friends. I actually can feel God’s presence in the room. I’m comforted in knowing that God truly loves me! He knows me better than I know myself. His plan is awesome and only known fully by Him. He’s been kind enough to let me in on a few of the details of this plan; first, his plan is that I will prosper, that I will not be harmed and plans that I will have hope and a future. Wow! That’s good news! I know things don’t always go our way and that’s probably the best news of all, for if they did, we’d surely be in a world of hurt or made a decision that would have cost us our very souls. But because God loves us so much, after all, He did send his Son to die for our sins, He’s got our back. Just think about all that he does to clean up what we mess up just so in the end he can bless us. I woke up this morning, breathing and blessed to see the dawning of a new day, I was able to get out of bed and get ready for work. Then I arrived safely and no harm came to me as I unlocked the building and began my day. Pity party? Not today! I can’t dishonor what God has already done for me by dwelling on things I have no control over. I am happy and overjoyed that I serve a God that wants only the best for me. I don’t have to be anybody but who He made me to be. As J. Moss sings, “Nobody is a nobody, God never makes mistakes,” I am comforted that weeping may endure for a moment but joy comes in the morning. What a mighty, loving, wise and awesome God we serve. He’s a Father who wants only the best for me, so, I’ll lean on His everlasting arms and wait patiently, seek earnestly, praise whole-heartedly as He continues to do all that He’s promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You this Day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-6455215971757104778?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/6455215971757104778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=6455215971757104778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/6455215971757104778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/6455215971757104778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-doesnt-make-mistakes.html' title='God Doesn&apos;t  Make Mistakes'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-4197327458030954206</id><published>2008-06-02T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T09:07:59.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamp Unto My Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.  I have taken an oath and confirmed it, that I will follow your righteous laws. " Psalm 119:105, 106.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at work this morning, I was immediately hit figuratively in the face with words that made me very angry.  My flesh wanted to rise up and take control in a very ungodly manner but I had to remember that as a Christian I had taken a vow to live a life according to God's word.  It would have been so easy to close my eyes and strike back and I must admit it would have felt darn good too, but, I immediately began acknowledging to the person who had so set me off with today's mess, that we must stay on our knees.  Interestingly enough, our conversation quickly came to an end because I'm sure that wasn't the anticpated response.  My next move, since I was still dealing with the anger was to go into my office, grab my bible and begin to study and pray.  God led me to this scripture and it spoke to my situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's word is a reminder of how we as Christians are commanded to live our lives.  This means we cannot act without thinking first about the words of God.  We cannot be governed by the desires of our flesh and because of that we may have to endure suffering for His sake.  I'm also strengthened and encouraged by the rest of this section of Psalm 119, especially verse 109 when the writer says, "Though I constantly take my life in my hands, I will not forget your law."  So, even in those times when we act out in ways contrary to God's word, we cannot forget God's word.  The scripture goes on to say that God's statues are our heritage forever.  How awesome to realize that we own a heritage that sets the standard for our lives.  A heritage of strength and not weakness, one of praise and not sorrow.  Because of this heritage we as Christians must continue to keep God's laws and allow His word to guide our steps and light our path in this often times dark and deary world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-4197327458030954206?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/4197327458030954206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=4197327458030954206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/4197327458030954206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/4197327458030954206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/06/lamp-unto-my-feet.html' title='Lamp Unto My Feet'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-4520242826353131023</id><published>2008-05-21T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:31:24.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who, Lord?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A wonderful friend and sister in Christ, Kim Coleman sent me this as our Word for the Day.  It is powerful and speaks clearly and needs no commentary from me.  I pray that all of you who read it will be blessed by it.  Thanks, Kim!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORD FOR THE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Psalm 15 (A Psalm of David)&lt;br /&gt;    1 LORD, who may dwell in your sanctuary?  Who may live on your holy hill?&lt;br /&gt;    2 He whose walk is blameless and who does what is righteous, who speaks the truth from his heart&lt;br /&gt;    3 and has no slander on his tongue, who does his neighbor no wrong and casts no slur on his fellowman,&lt;br /&gt;    4 who despises a vile man but honors those who fear the LORD, who keeps his oath even when it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;    5 who lends his money without usury and does not accept a bribe against the innocent.  He who does these things will never be shaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-4520242826353131023?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/4520242826353131023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=4520242826353131023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/4520242826353131023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/4520242826353131023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-lord.html' title='Who, Lord?'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-8247381497458819400</id><published>2008-04-02T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T14:00:29.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where O, Death, Is Your Victory?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: "Death has been swallowed up in victory." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(1 Corinthians 15:53-55 NIV)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 13th of this month marks the anniversary of my mother's passing. I remember that it marked a turning point in my spiritual walk and gave me a new understanding of God's love and power. When my mother was ill and we had been given the news from the doctors that they had done all they could do, I thought that if I prayed long and hard enough, God would heal her and she would be another one of His miracles with a testimony that God has the last word, no matter what the doctors said. As the days and weeks past, I waited confidently that God will work a miracle. Then I thought to myself, if that was the case, then no one who had praying family and friends would ever die. So, that not being the case I had to move to a more mature level in my faith. My new prayer became one of recognizing God's power over us, His creation. I then began praying that even though I knew he had the power to heal my mother, but should he choose not to, I'd still serve Him and love Him. If he decided not to heal her, it didn't mean He couldn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had made the same mistake many Christians make. When we ask God for something and do not get it we see it as loss or failure, but God's answer even when it's not the answer we want is always gain and victory. Even in death there is victory. When God chooses to take one of his own it is to reward them for their obedience and for their service to him. We often times forget what death actually means to a Christian. It is not the end but instead it is the beginning of eternity with God. It means that our loved ones are now in a place to receive all the promises God has made and that were confirmed by Jesus' death on the cross. God loved my mother so much that he took her out of sickness, pain and suffering to be with him where all the things that plague our frail human bodies no longer exist. When I think about where she is, I can't help but rejoice and be thankful. Yes, I miss her greatly and I still wish she were here, but I know for certain, that when she died, death lost the battle. God had made room in heaven for my mother and he listened to her silent prayers in those last days. I know that she was on a long conference call with God and he gladly took careful notes before she left to be with him. My mother who was once mortal is now immortal, her body which was perishable is now imperishable and death was swallowed up in victory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On this anniversary of her victory over death, I praise God and I am challenged by the life she led, to walk, talk and live in a way that will insure my victory when God calls me home. So, I say, "Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-8247381497458819400?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/8247381497458819400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=8247381497458819400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/8247381497458819400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/8247381497458819400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-o-death-is-your-victory.html' title='Where O, Death, Is Your Victory?'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-3300909434770657066</id><published>2008-03-27T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:53:47.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, It's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>As I grow in faith I realize that my spiritual quarters have become cramped.  What used to be comfortable is now bulging at the seams.  My head is constantly hitting the ceiling and my legs are hanging over the edge of my bed making rest nearly impossible.  Spiritual growth makes us uncomfortable and curious about what lies beyond familiar boundaries.  That discomfort is God's call for us to get busy doing His work.  Christians who are truly seeking God cannot sit idle lounging in the land of familiarity and safety.  We must do more than look over the fence at what we could be, now is the time to engage our strengthened muscles and begin to do some heavy lifting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of leaving the nice warm confines of the "box" is scary to say the least, but it's necessary none the less.  Continued growth can only take place in an environment where there is room to spread out.  Growth means maturity and maturity sets us up for God's increase.  The gifts that we all possess were not meant to lie dormant and unused.  Each one of us has work to do in God's plan.  Will the work be hard?  Yes indeed but the reward is the abundance of God's mercy and grace.  God will never give us a job that we cannot handle.  He provides the talents, the work equipment, the location and the knowledge to get the job done.  Our faith in Him will keep us warm on those nights when we may fear that we can't do what God is asking us to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is calling us to step outside and  move beyond the boundaries of spiritual, emotional and physical comfort.  We will need to walk by faith and not by sight and walk in places that may be cold and dark and unexplored but in His plan, the victory has already been won.  So, we are actually walking toward what God has already established and guaranteed for us his children.  No matter what we think we have to offer, God can take our "little" and use it to accomplish great things.  So, let us put on our winter clothing which is God's Holy word, and leave the confines of our small familiar places and stretch and grow and get busy for our Lord and Savior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be  Blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-3300909434770657066?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/3300909434770657066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=3300909434770657066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/3300909434770657066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/3300909434770657066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-6484940468455401863</id><published>2008-03-14T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T15:32:54.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Patiently</title><content type='html'>Next week is Holy Week and as we prepare to Celebrate the Resurrection of Jesus Christ, I am challenging myself to stay focused on the goodness of God. For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son. Surely if I were to make a list of God's blessings there wouldn't be enough paper to record it all. I'm thankful for my family, for life, health, strength, shelter, food, clothing, employment, church, safety...so many things! Psalm 40:5 says, &lt;em&gt;"Many, O Lord my God, are the wonders you have done. The things you planned for us no one can recount to you; were I to speak and tell of them, they would be too many to declare." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in this world of so much uncertainty, a failing economy, war and rumors of war, violence in the very places where we should be safe, and our national and world leadership is failing us on every front, we know that God never fails! God never goes back on his word! God has a plan that includes us and in that plan, He provides hope, safety and happiness. Now that is the Breaking News for the day, God's plan is one of success and not failure, joy and not sorrow, peace and not war. That's enough to sing and shout praises, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you are dealing with, and whatever challenges seem to have your attention right now, be encouraged that God's hands are big enough and strong enough to hold them if you just place them there. Take a moment and inhale the sweet aroma of His presence and as His spirit permeates every fiber of your being, release all of your cares into His hands and He will surely work them all out. Glorify and Praise Him in the midst of your storm for your victory is at hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-6484940468455401863?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/6484940468455401863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=6484940468455401863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/6484940468455401863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/6484940468455401863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/03/waiting-patiently.html' title='Waiting Patiently'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-6677822793091376309</id><published>2008-02-22T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T14:51:46.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Morning</title><content type='html'>It's so easy to get caught up in the craziness and the negative things that are happening in our lives and in the lives of those around us.  It seems that violent crimes, hunger and sickness is at an all-time high.  We seem to be struggling against things that make our defeat seem imminent.  But I'm so glad that we serve a God that guarantees our victory no matter what the odds may be.  It's hard to imagine living life in a world where we have no control over most of the things that happen, without a relationship with God.  Sometimes it's easier said than done, but it's true nonetheless, that all we have to do is pray, wait, listen and move when the Lord says to move.  God can take us from the midnight of our sorrow to our morning of joy, peace and victory. God has a plan for each and every one of His people and wants us to be able to use our testimonies of victory to praise him and encourage those who are facing unbeatable odds.  We are so blessed to serve a God who is willing to do whatever is necessary to save us from our situations.  After all, he even gave up his son for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I want to encourage you to continue to seek God and hold fast to his hand.  For He is faithful and true to his promises.  Sometimes it's not about what the test is but about how we take the test.  Do we whine and complain or do we thank God for the confidence he has placed in us to pass the test.  Remember, God already knows we can weather the storm before he allows it to come.   Victory is ours but the battle is the Lords. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-6677822793091376309?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/6677822793091376309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=6677822793091376309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/6677822793091376309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/6677822793091376309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-morning.html' title='In the Morning'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-25831337420042519</id><published>2008-02-14T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:14:02.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Today is Valentines Day and couples all over the world have chosen this day to recognize each other. This is the day when no expense is spared and no gesture is too corny, to express love to that special person in our lives. I'm reminded each year at this time, of a saying my oldest brother Kenneth, used to always say, that I must admit, didn't make much sense to me when I first heard him say it, but now I really get the meaning. Long ago, before he was even married, he'd often say, "Love is not what you say, it's what you do with your time." Okay, I thought, whatever, man. But as time went on, it made perfect sense. Love is far more than words, it's action. It's not a noun, but a verb. Anyone can say I love you but what does the behavior that follows really say? As Valentines has come and no doubt will quickly pass, I am reminded of the greatest love ever shown me. That love was shown threw one selfless act that leaves no doubt in my mind of just how much I am loved. God sent His only son to die for my sins and the sins of the whole world. I didn't even have to deserve it, good thing too, because I didn't. I am so thankful to God for his love and his mercy. So, I decided that today I would show my love to God by remembering to stop and say thank you for all that he's done for me. I'm going to strive to be more like his Son who so willingly gave his life for us. Wow, can you just imagine if we took time, a whole day even to show God just what he means to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, on February 14, 2008, I'm going to give flowers of kindness to someone who may need a helping hand and words of encouragement that will leave the taste of sweet chocolate in my mouth and a smile on the face of the receiver. God has been so good to us and we ought to at least try to be a little kinder, gentler, and sweeter to one another, even for just one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Valentine's Day to all and may we all continue to be challenged to love one another the way God has shown his love to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-25831337420042519?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/25831337420042519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=25831337420042519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/25831337420042519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/25831337420042519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-997583967322915673</id><published>2008-01-29T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:44:12.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You-Logy</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to find myself dead; my life over without warning or notice.  To say I wasn’t ready to die would have been an understatement of monumental proportions.  My spirit stood guard over my already decaying flesh, shocked by recent events that would soon be discovered by my loved ones.  I had laid down in my nice warm bed the night before unlike any other night, wiggled, tossed and turned until I found the spot that would satisfy my aching body’s need for rest and I fell asleep, assuming that I’d wake up the following morning and my mundane life would continue on as usual.  I was wrong and my spirit became nervous as the state of my being began to set in and I knew I’d have some questions to answer.  How could I possibly explain the fact that I hadn’t done anything meaningful with my life?  Sure,   I’d graduated from an elite, Ivy League college, snagged a great job and made tons of money, but what did it mean in the end.  I had been a member of Old Mount Zion Community Church, the oldest and largest and most prominent church in the city.  Anybody who was anybody was a member there.  I sat on the Trustee Board, ran the Sunday school, sang in the choir and gave the most money to the Pastor’s Support Fund and yet, I couldn’t remember the names of half of the members of my church.  Their faces seemed a blur and now as my body lay cold and stiff, I wondered if my face would be a blur as the Pastor announced my untimely death during worship services on Sunday.  It didn’t matter, I suppose, I was so misunderstood there anyway.  Everybody was jealous and talked behind my back because they hadn’t been as “blessed” as me.  I knew my $1500 Armani’s and $2500 Charles Louboutins made the common church member twinge with envy.   Still, I couldn’t help but think that I had somehow missed the point of life; unfortunately, I’d picked a fine time to get serious about living as the blood began to gel in my veins.  My name had sat in bold ink on the church rolls for 40 years, collecting dust and I had nothing to report when God would soon call for my accounting.  Surely, he’d give me some sort of reprieve, after all, I’d had no time to plan, I was still young, what was the latest news, 50 is the new 30?  I had honed my skills of relaying the latest news about anybody and everybody’s secret lives.  You wanted the update, come to me, for the price of your time and attention, I’d give you the latest and the greatest dirt dished on china and Waterford crystal.  I’d gotten so caught up in storing up worldly possessions that the walls of my spiritual storehouse were weak, cold and empty; reeking with the smell of my inflated ego and void of the power that only faith and a serious prayer life could provide.  So, the big, bad wolf of death had come, unannounced and blew my house down.  What would be said about me on that day when my body laid stretch out in front of the great wooden altar at Old Mt. Zion?  Would my family be inconsolable as they filed past my velvet-lined coffin or would they be shamefully relieved that I had finally taken my final bow?   I couldn’t remember ever helping the needy or doing any community service for that matter.  Hmm…had I spoken a kind word or thought of anyone else but myself?  If I couldn’t remember how did I expect anyone else to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was my eulogy and it didn’t look good at all.  If only I’d taken more time to write my eulogy with a life that left an imprint on others.  Each action was like a stroke of a pen and now I couldn’t erase the time that was wasted focused on me and not God.  I was the only one that would be sorry about my departure because I hadn’t done anything for Him.  Here lies me, dead, no more time, no tomorrow to start over.  If I had but one more day, but, now someone would have to struggle to find a kind word to say about me.  My Armani’s and fancy shoes wouldn’t really make much of a life statement now or would it?  Here lies a person, so loved by God but never thanked Him for his love and so my eulogy like my life would be short and bittersweet.  Listen to the message shouted loudly from my cold silent lips as if your life depended on it.  Today is all we know for sure and every breath is our second chance to live for God and to serve mankind.  If you were to die today what would your eulogy read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-997583967322915673?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/997583967322915673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=997583967322915673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/997583967322915673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/997583967322915673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-logy.html' title='You-Logy'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-5787457155306331930</id><published>2008-01-25T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:41:32.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying For Rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Psalm 24:1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of October, 2007, I along with the rest of the city of San Diego was either evacuating our homes, making mental plans in case we had to evacuate our homes, or we sat glued in front of our TV sets, listening to news as dozens of fires ravaged our city. As I surfed the channels, what struck me most was the ferocious strength of the bright red flames, gobbling dry brush, homes and buildings, destroying lifetimes of possessions and memories. I felt powerless and realized that there was nothing I could do or anyone else for that matter to stop the devastation. No matter what precautions may have been taken, no matter what type of landscaping had been planted, the fire was coming and it would take an act of God to stop it. Surely those whose homes had escaped utter annihilation while their neighbor’s perished would realize that God had blessed them. Or would they? No matter how hard the firefighters fought, no matter how many aircraft we had in the air dumping water and chemicals, everyone had to come to the same conclusion, unless the winds ceased, we were in for a long fight that we could not win. Hmm…the winds had to cease. Without knowing it, we as mere humans, whether we realized it or not, had to acknowledge God’s awesome power. Unless the winds ceased, the fire would continue to rage, to burn and to destroy. Only God could cause the winds to cease (“peace be still”) and whether we admitted that or not, it was still a fact! Days passed and the war between man and fire raged on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, November 13, 2007, Sonny Perdue, the Governor of Georgia scheduled a prayer vigil in response to a severe, history-making drought that had ravaged his state. Lawmakers and ministers met on the steps of the State Capitol to pray for God’s divine intervention to send rain. Perhaps Rocky Twyman, who had organized a gospel concert dedicated to rain, said it best. “We need to call on God, because what we are doing isn’t working.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of all the advances we have made over the years, we still have not created anything that equals the power of God. We will always need to call on God because there are some things we just can’t handle without Him. No matter how educated, how wealthy or how enlightened we claim to be, the answer to all of our problems, dilemmas and storms is really quite simple, God, the Author and Finisher, the Alpha and Omega. God and only God, in his time calmed the winds and the fires ceased. God and only God sent the rain to replenish the dry land. All we need do, all we can do is completely trust Him and be obedient to His word and our Father, who made heaven and earth, will do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-5787457155306331930?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/5787457155306331930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=5787457155306331930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/5787457155306331930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/5787457155306331930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/01/praying-for-rain.html' title='Praying For Rain!'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117942331776728014.post-3391977922568738716</id><published>2008-01-24T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:36:04.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>It's already 24 days into the new year and those of us who made resolutions to do better this year than we did last year, are probably already fighting back feelings of disgust and anger at ourselves as we shove another burger and fries down our throats or make another mental note to start exercising on "monday."  At the end of every year we insist on setting ourselves up for failure as we set out planning to make the new year, "our year."  With turkey and dressing roasting in the oven and red velvet cake sitting on the counter cooling in anticipation of smooth cream cheese icing that will soon be smeared on top of each layer, we honestly expect to do next year what we haven't been able to do in previous years.  So, with expectations high and unrealistic we usher in the new year ready to do the near impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, let's not be too hard on ourselves, let's instead resolve to take one day at a time.  We know what we need to do to make our lives better but we need to start by taking baby steps and concentrating on the moments right now.  Tomorrow is not promised and we cannot predict what tomorrow, next month or even 12 months will bring.  So, let us resolve to: live as though this were our last day, love our families as if our lives depended on it, and to seize each moment as an opportunity to make a memory that will last forever.  Corny, I know but share your thoughts with me on New Year's Resolutions and have a outrageously blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/117942331776728014-3391977922568738716?l=writerstew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/feeds/3391977922568738716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=117942331776728014&amp;postID=3391977922568738716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/3391977922568738716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/117942331776728014/posts/default/3391977922568738716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writerstew.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Cyn Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778895430846843504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9b8whI03Pvo/S2E4CdSpP6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/h05LczDYfVI/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
