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#Colossians 3:3 #Matthew5:14

Taken from Monica's blog...

"...And how could we endure to live and let time pass if we were always crying for one day or one year to come back- if we do not know that everyday in a life fills the whole life with expectation and memory and that these are that day?"
- Out of the Silent Planet

Merry Christmas from the Sistren at 4110!

Roomie Christmas Photo Album 

We thought, "Hey, we cook for each other, live in the same house, love and serve the same Father, love each other...we're a family! Why not take Christmas photos like a real family? ;) So Kayla Hayes Photography offered its wonderful service to us for free, and these pics are what transpired. These are just a few from a load that our sister in Christ, Kayla Hayes, took of us at the University of Tampa recently. Merry Christmas from The Sistren at 4110 (Jenna, Joanna Titus, Sarah Jo, Gina, & Quina)! :)

"By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another." - John 13:35

When I visited Grandma Myrtle & Grandpa Bill last weekend...

Oh, that moment when
strivings reach some peak
and I've cried inaudibly
day and night
with groans
that You'd
take away
this indwelling madness
and pitiful misery,
     thorns poking
     from my dead idolatry
     and unbelief,
and You faithfully
let me see
what it looks like
to face death's eminence
     daily deteriorating
     a man's flesh
     and his wife's heart,
     both failing,
     yet
will praise You
through this
downcast season
     even his last,
     even her last
     with him.
And I sang with her
a few lines
of, "Oh Love That Will Not Let Me Go"
and asked them
what You are teaching them
through this storm,
and they told me,
"To accept what He has for us right now."
And she confessed
at times she
questions and doubts
Your wisdom,
"But I'm still a sinner."
she said.
And she had resolved
to thank You
in the midst
of this test.

It makes me
want to run
to You
want to fall
before You
until You are my vision
and I see no other
worldly attachment
sinful entanglement
or despair's closeness,
until my heart
is convinced
that
You are my portion. 

"The triumph of the saint over death is the calm and confident prayer, 'Jesus, receive my spirit.' (Acts 7:59). It is as though you are dying in a small cabin in the woods. The door is death and you are moving toward it inch by inch. As it opens, there is a huge, ravenous wolf with bared fangs and furious eyes. At first you are terrified. But then the Holy Spirit opens your eyes, and behind the wolf you see Jesus shining like the sun. He is standing with his arm extended to you and his face smiling. And hanging tight in his other hand there is a brass chain that leads to an iron collar on the wolf's neck. You hesitate for a moment. But then the Spirit gives you strength, and as you put your foot in the threshold and the mouth of the wolf opens, Jesus flings him with a mighty jerk clear out of sight, and you enter into the presence of the Lord of glory. [...] the Spirit makes death serve the saint [...] it's a doorway to be with him forever."
- John Piper, "He Called Death Sweet Names", an adapted essay from his sermon "The Death of a Spirit-Filled Man"