tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20819254652759311992024-03-18T02:46:41.161-05:00Jeanette Levellie: Hope Splashes Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.comBlogger903125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-45458752145877384932024-02-28T15:14:00.001-06:002024-02-28T15:14:41.984-06:00Laughter or Tears? Sometimes Both<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrregwi8l8NhoJgmM0QQrOqr7NdQ_E5BNHk1LkySlAM5vjLe50OZgwwvLTGInzhKRsYijRjZJy9CsoKXBuZMK9Y34msKcKdJj3W9Eq8Fi_CCXqbAx67gBz0CG-kJDahq9mxlpH5A2a56vh2JHpUhiPr_Oi7RfcOd-yQu5hVn8fRnHFGQuRt4I71JR68MJ/s194/BD%20cake%20with%20shamrocks.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrregwi8l8NhoJgmM0QQrOqr7NdQ_E5BNHk1LkySlAM5vjLe50OZgwwvLTGInzhKRsYijRjZJy9CsoKXBuZMK9Y34msKcKdJj3W9Eq8Fi_CCXqbAx67gBz0CG-kJDahq9mxlpH5A2a56vh2JHpUhiPr_Oi7RfcOd-yQu5hVn8fRnHFGQuRt4I71JR68MJ/s320/BD%20cake%20with%20shamrocks.jpg"/></a></div>
Our daughter's birthday is today. I gave her several gifts and a sparkly purple card. We are taking her to one of her favorite restaurants for dinner. I'm excited she was born!
But she's not. She doesn't like adding another year to her age. It depresses her.
Sigh. If only I was her age again! I wouldn't get lightheaded when I stand up from squatting down to clean out the cat boxes. I could stay awake later than 9 p.m. every night. I wouldn't need pills for high blood pressure and pain that bounces from my hips to my head.
So. I'm laughing but she's crying. Over the same event! We are different, all right.
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If you have a loved one who's vastly different from you, that's a good thing. It means you complement one another. When she's crying, you can encourage her. And when you're depressed, she can lift you up. If you both have Jesus in your lives, better yet. He shares in every little and big event, whether it brings laughter or tears.
He's the Best Friend anyone can have.
Is Jesus in your life? If not, contact me and we can chat about Him.
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<a target="_blank" href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" border="0"></a>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-41389144374928301472024-02-01T15:10:00.000-06:002024-02-01T15:10:18.713-06:00Wanna Write? This year's Blue Lake Christian Writers Retreat has a star-studded faculty that will help you make your dreams of writing come true!
I got my start at a writers conference like this one, where I met editors, publishers, agents, and BEST of all, fellow-writers who were gracious enough to show me the ropes. I think conferences like these are the best way to hone your skills and find encouragement in your writing journey.
My two classes, Shock the Clock: Time Management Secrets for Creatives and Humor Helps and Sells, are included in this year's line up. I'd love to meet you!
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<a target="_blank" href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" border="0"></a>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-45169538074568782732024-01-23T15:22:00.006-06:002024-01-23T15:22:58.006-06:00Why Hope?
My word for the year is HOPE. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCCmJDHKLu79NP9n-Ek5pMZo7SQjmHyAlFWorWu1Zmy31GXuHaSc7udjQccUwZ5re07tXbd08siQiNVDy2ToD-qcH2zIX9S5u1ByhD1nEyFhBdbJ1PRplAtln2QTOgXAA9zQHu2T-QEZfMP3KlC21dy34k_jPw3feVOfNQUcOdJibi8-Yn2ZycPJjW5r-s/s160/Hope%20in%20all%20colors.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="200" data-original-height="85" data-original-width="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCCmJDHKLu79NP9n-Ek5pMZo7SQjmHyAlFWorWu1Zmy31GXuHaSc7udjQccUwZ5re07tXbd08siQiNVDy2ToD-qcH2zIX9S5u1ByhD1nEyFhBdbJ1PRplAtln2QTOgXAA9zQHu2T-QEZfMP3KlC21dy34k_jPw3feVOfNQUcOdJibi8-Yn2ZycPJjW5r-s/s200/Hope%20in%20all%20colors.jpg"/></a></div>
Why should we hope? What's there to hope for? Isn't the state of the world pretty hopeless?
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First of all we should hope because "Nothing is impossible with God," and "Jesus can change a circumstance, a person's heart, or an entire nation in an instant. So never give up hoping for the best."
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What is there to hope for? And end to abuse and wars. A spiritual revival in our land and all nations. And most of all, for the return of the Lord Jesus! I hope for that miracle daily!
And yes, the state of the world is hopeless. But we as Believers in Jesus and His ability to fix the worst issues and change the hardest hearts, are not bound by the world's systems. We are in the world but not of the world. We are here to change the world and make it better by giving it Jesus. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jfaAxzyGV4N3Y2zRUPvGvCUfM9NTGEVJjzhZ_TzcI-et2QvaEr_mY-6tR7aD2ecoEd29K10KxhEKHSqv8dO129dnSdkcSnPEw74z0L8wMGeSGDGN7U_mbuwuqW5QNNHWMBNqt-3dOdUKTSlyDZcu20BY4l53ukxM_cZ3wyMGrdAB5K2aAgqV-uBm6h1m/s300/faith%20sign.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jfaAxzyGV4N3Y2zRUPvGvCUfM9NTGEVJjzhZ_TzcI-et2QvaEr_mY-6tR7aD2ecoEd29K10KxhEKHSqv8dO129dnSdkcSnPEw74z0L8wMGeSGDGN7U_mbuwuqW5QNNHWMBNqt-3dOdUKTSlyDZcu20BY4l53ukxM_cZ3wyMGrdAB5K2aAgqV-uBm6h1m/s320/faith%20sign.jpg"/></a></div>
So, go ahead, get your hopes up!
Do you have a word for the year? What are you hoping for?
<a target="_blank" href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" border="0"></a>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-21535136487584105982023-12-12T14:45:00.004-06:002023-12-12T14:45:49.670-06:00I Love This Book Title and Cover<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_AIxx5KEQ_zZY7AXYzFlP3ltL-WXaaYtbS7lGtLi2Ze_8263jitvAipqutZYuSrqKszsmySRXuegfzHyFxJVl3fXGUUH17DqOzSEACDZggrDwvLATRu5Y7uFcT2Dbd-hnmJg3KJ8gqmxgj992Phl7HTYNYZQygfShsDFjislo4PSkLnua-RUU39Yqvnok/s576/Shock%20the%20Clock%202023%20front%20cover.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_AIxx5KEQ_zZY7AXYzFlP3ltL-WXaaYtbS7lGtLi2Ze_8263jitvAipqutZYuSrqKszsmySRXuegfzHyFxJVl3fXGUUH17DqOzSEACDZggrDwvLATRu5Y7uFcT2Dbd-hnmJg3KJ8gqmxgj992Phl7HTYNYZQygfShsDFjislo4PSkLnua-RUU39Yqvnok/s320/Shock%20the%20Clock%202023%20front%20cover.jpg"/></a></div>
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Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-64253221794268158062023-11-07T06:00:00.001-06:002023-11-07T06:00:00.137-06:00Why Bother with Little Things?<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSah92tkTt-lxvRqiU6dbg03o9wf_HTaCqBshAzRbNYcolzwcgrGcq5x-x8yz7uxmxE5Y1dZkiOJL9gRUx-F-ow2Hxakg9EznH8g2QPjXp9Q540g2yRuWzdj6RrTWp64pFdLBK80nFHPKuU9dC7oB_PErY_efjvSToH0B5HM4o_2PFaE4LfkUM1AMt3R6l/s1601/20220318_105417.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="1601" data-original-width="1576" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSah92tkTt-lxvRqiU6dbg03o9wf_HTaCqBshAzRbNYcolzwcgrGcq5x-x8yz7uxmxE5Y1dZkiOJL9gRUx-F-ow2Hxakg9EznH8g2QPjXp9Q540g2yRuWzdj6RrTWp64pFdLBK80nFHPKuU9dC7oB_PErY_efjvSToH0B5HM4o_2PFaE4LfkUM1AMt3R6l/s320/20220318_105417.jpg"/></a></div>
In Casey, IL, a town near us, there's a purple house I love to drive by. It makes me smile.
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In Holland, Michigan, I decided to peek into a public greenhouse while my husband browsed some shops, the sight of these red flowers made joy bubble up.
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When my fat cat, Wally, smushed himself into this wee basket, I laughed out loud.
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What little thing made your day today?
Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-69584466441609932332023-10-03T13:19:00.000-05:002023-10-03T13:19:26.408-05:00How to Predict Weather Like a Pro--or an Early American<h2 style="height: 0px;"><b> </b></h2><h2 style="height: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOkH9yKCKP6WYrNOcWTyl6MUJ4nFyMtNYvsgs_YZMBV4cjRa7umDOWqT5pDiWsqMvlWTaJTp5quAI_y8harKbo-RcGcqp6zkxsu-cm4zSz3zsjUBiKzR2vGTn6myR4xRJoppu8eT_zKowfGs6TUVomS-3RkBLTXdm57A6_9oU5hFLbPTuvXUTme5ca2Myq/s323/amber-afternoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14pt; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"><img border="0" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="323" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOkH9yKCKP6WYrNOcWTyl6MUJ4nFyMtNYvsgs_YZMBV4cjRa7umDOWqT5pDiWsqMvlWTaJTp5quAI_y8harKbo-RcGcqp6zkxsu-cm4zSz3zsjUBiKzR2vGTn6myR4xRJoppu8eT_zKowfGs6TUVomS-3RkBLTXdm57A6_9oU5hFLbPTuvXUTme5ca2Myq/w263-h209/amber-afternoon.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt;">How to Predict
Weather Like a Pro—</span></b><b style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt;">Or
an Early American</span></b></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="color: red; font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt;"> When we moved from L.A. to
Paris, Illinois nineteen autumns ago, someone asked me what I thought of the
cooler weather months here. Wrapping the third scarf around my neck and
adjusting my earmuffs, I said, “I try not to think about them too much.”</span></b></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt;"> Not that spinning off the
icy highway into a ditch isn’t my idea of a fun new game. Or that I don’t enjoy drinking seventeen cups
of tea a day from September to March—I always did enjoy that burst of energy a
strong cup of tea gives. I even discovered
a brand of long underwear that are made from silk, so you don’t have to buy
clothes two sizes larger than usual. That’s always gratifying. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt;"> Did you know there is a
surefire way to predict winter weather in the fall? According to early American
folklore, you can forecast the harshness of an upcoming winter by examining the
brown band around a wooly worm’s middle. The thinner the brownish red band, the
harsher winter will be. <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqHiiQQ0vZznhjHTUqv0MsQnrdNUxz-4ycmjmHShNDt4UXCgPh7goUlfXUkVZeRY7DCVu8K3HklkVUFyLv99wUNwBhaXz63kMKZBMJU8WwwpCzsN4qeI-VGApGuCvELOCeEZ5iC0NcRw_tJKmk43aYJkXlOlV7c2POZT7f8FwlJ4lvltSuE7ER8QNFLHb/s1500/wooly_worm_report-50%25.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1062" data-original-width="1500" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqHiiQQ0vZznhjHTUqv0MsQnrdNUxz-4ycmjmHShNDt4UXCgPh7goUlfXUkVZeRY7DCVu8K3HklkVUFyLv99wUNwBhaXz63kMKZBMJU8WwwpCzsN4qeI-VGApGuCvELOCeEZ5iC0NcRw_tJKmk43aYJkXlOlV7c2POZT7f8FwlJ4lvltSuE7ER8QNFLHb/s320/wooly_worm_report-50%25.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drawing by Ron Levellie</td></tr></tbody></table><b><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt;">But I have my own
methods. As we go on a walk up the
country lane near our home and I spot a wooly worm scooting across the
pavement, I’ll note its coloration. If it’s dark brown or black, representing
the bare earth, I predict a mild winter with no snow. If it’s orange—a happy,
warm color—I maintain the upcoming winter will be warmer than usual. And if the
wooly worm is white or tan, I report that winter will be fast and fun, with
snowfall only on Christmas Eve.</span></b></p>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14.0pt;"> Scientific? Hardly.
Accurate? Rarely. But my overly biased wooly worm reports make us laugh every
time. And giggles help us get through the long, freezing months better than
gripes. I imagine even the wooly worms
laugh. At me.</span></b><b> </b></h2><div><b><br /></b></div><h2 style="height: 0px;"><b><br /> </b></h2><h2 style="height: 0px;"><b><br /></b></h2><h2 style="height: 0px;"><b> </b><b></b><b> </b></h2><h2 style="height: 0px;"><b></b><br /><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><br /></a><br /></h2>
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Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-43129723667243080422023-08-23T10:19:00.005-05:002023-08-23T10:19:48.836-05:00Why Show Up? A Life Lesson from a Sister in Uganda<h3 style="text-align: left;"><b>When I, along with four others, flew to Uganda earlier this month, I was more excited than a raccoon at an all-you-can-eat crawfish café. And in spite of the 20-hours spent on two planes, the <a href="https://goodsamaritanministries.org/about/" target="_blank">GSM</a> mission schools I visited were even better than I expected. </b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuN7aFWdoFba6cuvJPWEt_WdoSEAhpel_QYe92ytYj0b0xg5PPz98DgWnZYUBl3vzs9KFLlP6IGg9nv6I6UF_e983HlToFQZMzqZnKOiiRALypJp6pVO3rHWRgC3KKWQzWAsTHuniOSkc40Fzt2IflF1nyiXBBWJ3-z9x4-4Xdwm9w1JLDjs23d-NO59kO/s1024/Parade%20welcoming%20us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuN7aFWdoFba6cuvJPWEt_WdoSEAhpel_QYe92ytYj0b0xg5PPz98DgWnZYUBl3vzs9KFLlP6IGg9nv6I6UF_e983HlToFQZMzqZnKOiiRALypJp6pVO3rHWRgC3KKWQzWAsTHuniOSkc40Fzt2IflF1nyiXBBWJ3-z9x4-4Xdwm9w1JLDjs23d-NO59kO/w263-h263/Parade%20welcoming%20us.jpg" width="263" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Can you spot me and my cousin, Patty in <br />this "Welcome to Uganda" parade?</b></td></tr></tbody></table> The teachers, kids, and all other workers treated us like royalty all week long. But my favorite moment took place the final night I was there. Most of the 1,500 students and dozens of teachers had </b><b>repeatedly </b><b>thanked us for coming. </b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b> Finally I asked Peace, the lady who served our meals, why it was so important to them that we five Americans visited the schools. "Wouldn't it have made more sense to send you the thousands of dollars it took to travel here? Wouldn't it have gone farther?" </b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b> Her answer brought tears to my eyes. </b></h3><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxc4DQFemRjGalNdFf2QDZjtOAbnoYey7me98HLkh9hZRj8A0q8VbePFY_gOhGGW3lj5Swgr1AQYj-aXRY3Ol-KpDmiY9p1NXNHxJpwscKVUxZGcXoRXVb3T4eJfdUafTdiGWk3Qd6yVfdHhr2nPNmNm6pCOPXJLVN3_w4Xzqy_VHclIOJeVhSdNITd9pX/s3264/Jen%20and%20Peace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxc4DQFemRjGalNdFf2QDZjtOAbnoYey7me98HLkh9hZRj8A0q8VbePFY_gOhGGW3lj5Swgr1AQYj-aXRY3Ol-KpDmiY9p1NXNHxJpwscKVUxZGcXoRXVb3T4eJfdUafTdiGWk3Qd6yVfdHhr2nPNmNm6pCOPXJLVN3_w4Xzqy_VHclIOJeVhSdNITd9pX/s320/Jen%20and%20Peace.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Peace and I as we said "goodbye" on <br />my final day in Uganda.</b> </td></tr></tbody></table><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b> "Mama </b><b>Jen," she said, "you can't put a price tag on love. The fact that you saved your money for a year and traveled across the globe to visit us in person shows that you love us. Anyone can send money. But the gift of your presence is priceless." </b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: red;"><i>Aha. The gift of your presence. That says it all. </i></span></b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b> Is there someone in your life who needs, more than anything, the gift of your presence today? Fill their life with hope simply by showing up for them. </b></h3><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></a>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-81525757904912168402023-06-28T10:07:00.001-05:002023-06-28T10:07:28.497-05:00When Your Loved One Is in Prison or Jail<div><p class="MsoNormal"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFkUT6C7mqzEZmbQ12sfzLiZoFSgeYMaUMvfc1PHwg1VTq5pyWh8FuUF_X0ZeH9p9A4u94J5jbeJqpwiHrRebiXouusbTzEt69Z1nAo65b4q-I6n47Ll_-8fE0kD3yWviEce8rzotkrJJmj2DgBOM2lmLcsDI5Oq2Szroe_-iahq2ykiOmr7srfRSwVMGE" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="333" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFkUT6C7mqzEZmbQ12sfzLiZoFSgeYMaUMvfc1PHwg1VTq5pyWh8FuUF_X0ZeH9p9A4u94J5jbeJqpwiHrRebiXouusbTzEt69Z1nAo65b4q-I6n47Ll_-8fE0kD3yWviEce8rzotkrJJmj2DgBOM2lmLcsDI5Oq2Szroe_-iahq2ykiOmr7srfRSwVMGE" width="160" /></a></b></div><b>In my book, <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Touchable-God-Finding-Friendship-Through/dp/1365261778/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3G8AKFWFZ0YZ2&keywords=Touchable+God+by+Jeanette+Levellie&qid=1687964361&s=books&sprefix=touchable+god+by+jeanette+levelli%2Cstripbooks%2C275&sr=1-1" target="_blank">Touchable God</a></i>, I include a prayer for When a Loved One is in Prison or Jail:<o:p></o:p></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Lord, you see every silent tear not loosed from a heart dry
with pain, and You capture every tear set free from a mother’s hurting soul.
Give my friend release today, healing, soothing God. Set her wounded spirit
free to trust You, even as her son lives behind bars of steel.</b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>No metal forged by men’s hands can keep Your power and love
away. Send a divine measure of each to her child today. Assure Him that You are
with him, and don’t intend to leave. <o:p></o:p></b></p>
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way to see You care, a note of music in the silent anger. Strengthen his heart
against blaming others for his wrongs or condemning himself for mistakes.
Soften his heart to hear Your voice of kindness. Help him believe You offer a
million new chances to go his way and sin no more. <o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>Protect him from the evil one and his minions who whisper
lies in the dark and the day. Keep him from wicked schemes and plots to harm
him. Fill his mind with wisdom to choose rightly, from companions to games to reading
material. Offer him hope that his future can be as bright as his past and
present are dim. <o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>Give my friend surprises of grace along her path strewn with
thorns. Lift her feet from the<br /> way of sorrow. Pillow her thoughts on You. May
her heart sing with joy in Your embrace, in spite of the tears. Rescue her from
every “what if,” proving that shame is not of You. <o:p></o:p></b></p>
<p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLUDrZhsNA-skPk2WM9A5cD3SuqizAlFBT4vKX029UNxWxId_2DJjohkgzjSfH78_GOYgnDhN0_9NOYSjF55dsIjIQECsUNdW03O957xhauKBsq-ore-EJYHkqf2Z7lfF9yMNTQk1Ds53OtYtudGUjFzk6aRvEJ5E2r-3QC2OM2SGLWJRIHo9w0S9OXrxD" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="85" data-original-width="160" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLUDrZhsNA-skPk2WM9A5cD3SuqizAlFBT4vKX029UNxWxId_2DJjohkgzjSfH78_GOYgnDhN0_9NOYSjF55dsIjIQECsUNdW03O957xhauKBsq-ore-EJYHkqf2Z7lfF9yMNTQk1Ds53OtYtudGUjFzk6aRvEJ5E2r-3QC2OM2SGLWJRIHo9w0S9OXrxD" width="320" /></a></b></div><b><br />Send Your Spirit to renew their limp dreams and wounded aspirations.
Breathe Your wind on fires of hope, to burn away despair. Release them both
into the light of Your presence, a presence filled with hallelujahs for sins
forgiven and joys restored.<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span></b><p></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>References: Psalm 56:8; Hebrews 13:5; Ephesians 3:16; John 17:15; Jeremiah 29:11</b></i></p></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>If you love someone who's incarcerated, I hope this prayer gives you encouragement and hope! If you know someone who'd like to know God better, please refer them here. </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><b><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></b></a>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-28710622075194531422023-05-30T11:03:00.000-05:002023-05-30T11:03:42.750-05:00A Prayer for Every Nation<div><h3><b><i>Here is a prayer for our nation, based on the symbolism of the stars and stripes of the American flag. I've prayed it every day for nearly two years now. The more I pray it, the more I believe it!</i></b></h3><h3><i>I hope it resonates with you, and that <span style="color: red;">you</span> begin to pray it during your conversations with God. </i></h3><h3><b><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">International readers, this can apply to your country too, since God has chosen every nation to trumpet His call of holiness.</span></i></b></h3><div><b><i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--zbTzHMv91k/Yd3Vz4O8PGI/AAAAAAAAJL8/yiX1IvzzR0Y3-7yTMj5PG3YiQC985Co4gCNcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="677" data-original-width="960" height="226" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--zbTzHMv91k/Yd3Vz4O8PGI/AAAAAAAAJL8/yiX1IvzzR0Y3-7yTMj5PG3YiQC985Co4gCNcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /></i></b></div><h3><b>Father of Freedom and Light of the World,<br /></b><b>Shine Your stars of truth on every person in these United States of America.<br /></b><b>The Sun of Righteousness has come to set us free<br /></b><b> from tyranny, bondage, and darkness. <br /></b><b>Ignite in our souls the courage to stand,<br /></b><b> the holiness of Your Spirit, and<br /></b><b> the boldness of Your throne. <br /></b><b>Justice, come forth!<br /></b><b>Valor from Jesus's blood, prevail over Satan!<br /></b><b>We are God's chosen nation<br /></b><b> to trumpet His call of holiness to the world!<br /></b><b>God's will IS done in our nation!<br /></b><b>We WILL fulfill Your plan for us!<br /></b><b>America WILL be saved!</b><br /><b>JEL</b></h3><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></a>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-13974703701934303152023-04-25T14:06:00.004-05:002023-04-25T14:18:03.608-05:00Creative People at The Well<h4 style="text-align: left;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikzgyEnRP0jmuidQ8mJo9AszwfihuMG25v3ywjqGjlYSzYHW1GTwAvBXw4G8SzozGT0TK08hYRFnpnGwI8VIKREeb7sY4PreXgk9QfyDqAQzMS6-yQ-0lt_um5yeDIsw0wxPdJZx2bESjbFhbNLB5CRQ24fuwNk-jpqto9KQxLMj0LoyOv_0Z6VlJJoQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikzgyEnRP0jmuidQ8mJo9AszwfihuMG25v3ywjqGjlYSzYHW1GTwAvBXw4G8SzozGT0TK08hYRFnpnGwI8VIKREeb7sY4PreXgk9QfyDqAQzMS6-yQ-0lt_um5yeDIsw0wxPdJZx2bESjbFhbNLB5CRQ24fuwNk-jpqto9KQxLMj0LoyOv_0Z6VlJJoQ=w255-h170" width="255" /></a></div></b></h4><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b> I recently returned from <a href="https://seeyouatthewell.net/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">The Well,</span></a> a conference for creatives in the gorgeous state of Michigan. </b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b>It featured breakout sessions and keynote messages on writing, speaking, music, art, personal growth, and my favorite topic: <span style="color: red;">humor</span>. </b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></h3><h3 style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;">What did I relish most about this conference? </span></i></b></h3><div><b><i><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></i></b></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b>Getting acquainted with PEOPLE. Listening to PEOPLE. Praying with PEOPLE. Encouraging PEOPLE. Laughing and crying with PEOPLE. </b></h3><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKKa3sdyK195MBuAjemK-ksVbvnAccmUHPprMOGRnNYdUl3bsvhOc6jzK8F-TljxDJt7WvFOdbB1XWCRjPLplZ1S0lm9NKX6uhGe2Gjz2PPEVEFPzLzO0_Yp5tS_cEpw8l5DxChIwg4z1N2d334hlV4Im-Vy9vmTGravkLiyvcVccpxWKBCmE7xszxw/s2048/Dean%20Cain%20at%20The%20Well.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKKa3sdyK195MBuAjemK-ksVbvnAccmUHPprMOGRnNYdUl3bsvhOc6jzK8F-TljxDJt7WvFOdbB1XWCRjPLplZ1S0lm9NKX6uhGe2Gjz2PPEVEFPzLzO0_Yp5tS_cEpw8l5DxChIwg4z1N2d334hlV4Im-Vy9vmTGravkLiyvcVccpxWKBCmE7xszxw/w220-h292/Dean%20Cain%20at%20The%20Well.jpg" title="Actor Dean Cain" width="220" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Actor Dean Cain</td></tr></tbody></table></div><h2 style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></i></b></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;">I enjoyed the worship music, </span></i></b></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;">the sessions I taught and attended nourished my soul, </span></i></b></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;">and the keynotes made me laugh till I cried, but. . . </span></i></b></h2><div><b><i><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></i></b></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><br /><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span></b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZBC5NJKhqL3X4tCPX4sveJtDe35HlwqDDa1nGf0n2tsRL14Mfa0z1ANaMORNPe0DoxUndiQbjUqjLfmpqTBAouXy10MnRhonmCU8VYLBTtquz7ag6wskwhmh5E2jjBsRW5-RD2YRax2R87_2FVkq4o0YC2nUYt8l_38gvBo_ousYudHgE-Ndx6N_Yg/s526/Robyn%20Dykstra%20and%20me%20at%20The%20Well.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="526" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZBC5NJKhqL3X4tCPX4sveJtDe35HlwqDDa1nGf0n2tsRL14Mfa0z1ANaMORNPe0DoxUndiQbjUqjLfmpqTBAouXy10MnRhonmCU8VYLBTtquz7ag6wskwhmh5E2jjBsRW5-RD2YRax2R87_2FVkq4o0YC2nUYt8l_38gvBo_ousYudHgE-Ndx6N_Yg/w156-h156/Robyn%20Dykstra%20and%20me%20at%20The%20Well.jpg" width="156" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Already-beloved friend <br />Robyn Dykstra</td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAq3Ba_WKLp7-2UFAyUWQVJnsRyeiDkch6NdHG-48We02uM27sUyeqARcQU4nWSmomoUJodoFWPoBv3qbrCBxw0_MvTnCcCxH84vGicFwDC8cQvTnBvrzi9qnQ33WT0IynJfcO1IoCP9tRhI2FtSKwdbDkG_TOH-Da62MV358zzw7y0De1lnx3yRgkQ/s497/Brooke%20Stevens%20and%20me%20at%20The%20Well.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="497" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAq3Ba_WKLp7-2UFAyUWQVJnsRyeiDkch6NdHG-48We02uM27sUyeqARcQU4nWSmomoUJodoFWPoBv3qbrCBxw0_MvTnCcCxH84vGicFwDC8cQvTnBvrzi9qnQ33WT0IynJfcO1IoCP9tRhI2FtSKwdbDkG_TOH-Da62MV358zzw7y0De1lnx3yRgkQ/w173-h173/Brooke%20Stevens%20and%20me%20at%20The%20Well.jpg" width="173" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New friend Brooke Stevens</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Meeting new friends and</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">reconnecting with already-loved friends made me happier than a kitten in a </span></b><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">barn at milking time! </span></b></div></span></b></h3></b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><span style="color: red;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcVF7obDTvN6Xr5rP6iM6NpzB6-gnHRP4aTAVPIo0QvKJxpBv05y1ml0FQkIa6F2sRZXYafCtzCZ0Fovg24rLJDsn0zFh2eApIcqZITSH_6YKJMnxIygKW9ezcG6gX9JKnP6bsTeoSaX4eFNHhL7jp2WOZD1jWPNgFOmXsaVTLTZVJP1K_t-MnGh0fGw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="171" data-original-width="244" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcVF7obDTvN6Xr5rP6iM6NpzB6-gnHRP4aTAVPIo0QvKJxpBv05y1ml0FQkIa6F2sRZXYafCtzCZ0Fovg24rLJDsn0zFh2eApIcqZITSH_6YKJMnxIygKW9ezcG6gX9JKnP6bsTeoSaX4eFNHhL7jp2WOZD1jWPNgFOmXsaVTLTZVJP1K_t-MnGh0fGw=w249-h174" width="249" /></a></div><br />I LOVE PEOPLE. </span>Each individual is a reflection of Jesus in a different, creative way. And each one has the potential to influence those around them for good. </b></h3><div><b><br /></b></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b>Which leads me to the main question of this post: </b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span style="color: #800180;">WHO IS A PERSON WHO HAS INFLUENCED YOU FOR GOOD? </span></i></b><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></a></h3>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-24936827180319108832023-03-11T11:15:00.002-06:002023-03-11T11:15:41.931-06:00Why Does God Love Farmers?<div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoV0Bu9kgrc1tf4-TWfMJxAts5NxdwHLxeGlEMFPKsLoM8CbCQNmAZZemTOB8IbojazNeISTycP_4KZolMovZQmwcVMXK673PufJWinwfbuAaf-6kdLmD9QqOo_3LF3sR_cug2DCWRhOSbPMwHjtXwflg8ztlYfsY3rvoEy1Q-CFqRyZloNXmSo0PC-g/s3648/Harvest%203%20full%20bin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2736" data-original-width="3648" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoV0Bu9kgrc1tf4-TWfMJxAts5NxdwHLxeGlEMFPKsLoM8CbCQNmAZZemTOB8IbojazNeISTycP_4KZolMovZQmwcVMXK673PufJWinwfbuAaf-6kdLmD9QqOo_3LF3sR_cug2DCWRhOSbPMwHjtXwflg8ztlYfsY3rvoEy1Q-CFqRyZloNXmSo0PC-g/s320/Harvest%203%20full%20bin.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Why Does God Love Farmers? </b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>God is a farmer. </b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span> He planted the earth with trees and every kind of plant for food. So it makes sense He'd have a special place in His heart for those who work the soil and raise animals. </span><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span>Jesus spoke a lot about farmers. </span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span> Jesus's sermons included accounts of different types of soil, weeds that an enemy planted to ruin his neighbor's crops, and the mystery of how seeds must die to produce plants. </span><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span>We are farmers</span></span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span><span> Everyone plants seeds every day. Words that give life or death (Proverbs 18:21), ideas, attitudes. All we do are seeds planted in the lives of those around us. I trust you are planting life-giving seeds. </span><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwIRn7uFmlUDzJwn2DrWEJZGeitkF7nJkbAL3kWWfQEMjB6UG_E8-J_N4a2XaylQaur1iYvrMz12kDk68aowf5Y_rfATtSNQcU_4yhjeBodbd7fZMZcs9R8VUEKH6FkkPyTuXBwVkyxO6wKBMYgVGfc-HcFaOzAHhdnaCEePZotvPrgrmGQxxS5RDuLw" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwIRn7uFmlUDzJwn2DrWEJZGeitkF7nJkbAL3kWWfQEMjB6UG_E8-J_N4a2XaylQaur1iYvrMz12kDk68aowf5Y_rfATtSNQcU_4yhjeBodbd7fZMZcs9R8VUEKH6FkkPyTuXBwVkyxO6wKBMYgVGfc-HcFaOzAHhdnaCEePZotvPrgrmGQxxS5RDuLw" width="180" /></a></div>This month, you can win a devotional book written by two farm wives (who just happen to be close friends and prayer partners of mine!):</span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Growing-Fruit-Spirit-Devotionals-Families/dp/1649498128/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3FION084CI9GW&keywords=Susan+Hayhurst&qid=1678553434&s=books&sprefix=susan+hayhurst%2Cstripbooks%2C708&sr=1-1" target="_blank">Growing the Fruit of the Spirit: 100 Devotionals for Farm Familes</a> by Beth Gormong and Susan Hayhurst, is a fun, make-you-think volume of short stories with pithy endings. Even if you don't farm, you'll relate to these two former city chicks-turned farm wives who raised their families on farms. All their adventures, between mud, broken machinery, and miracles, will bless your boots off!</span></span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><span>To win an autographed copy, please share this post on one social media site, and then respond to this post telling me you've shared. I will draw a name at random on Saturday, March 25. </span></span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #800180; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><i>How are you planting seeds?</i></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></a></div>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-31746140531031939192023-01-11T11:17:00.006-06:002023-01-11T11:17:50.344-06:00Add An Extra Spark to Your Marriage<div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #563709; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8GV2SJhBalN0RNqEb-xZeG-pRTPZU5bG0EtUUtNmNEQT4QoiIYzdCQPqG6Ai5VNqchx7n00tdewd_VLe7GX6ZOnY84WMSt7HQbpS1R_aXkVC7ATCp9tn0UZN4eWK6pbF7YL0jRs3FMbCFq4sxQlx_xH8SAAlXwXL-Lo5-oWfKS_FYyjO-mRMrbIh7g/s574/Jen%20and%20Kev%20anniversary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="574" data-original-width="541" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy8GV2SJhBalN0RNqEb-xZeG-pRTPZU5bG0EtUUtNmNEQT4QoiIYzdCQPqG6Ai5VNqchx7n00tdewd_VLe7GX6ZOnY84WMSt7HQbpS1R_aXkVC7ATCp9tn0UZN4eWK6pbF7YL0jRs3FMbCFq4sxQlx_xH8SAAlXwXL-Lo5-oWfKS_FYyjO-mRMrbIh7g/w148-h157/Jen%20and%20Kev%20anniversary.jpg" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Valentine's Anniversary</td></tr></tbody></table> Almost by accident</span>, my husband and I discovered a fun way to add an extra spark of romance to our marriage. I won’t pretend this little secret has played a major role in keeping us together for 48 years, but it’s made the trip more fun.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 1em;"><span style="color: #563709; font-size: large;"><em> What is it?</em></span><b><span style="color: red;"> Our Monthiversary</span></b><span style="color: #563709;">. Every month, we celebrate the day we were married by giving each other a little gift.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 1em;"><span style="color: #563709;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 1em;"><span style="color: #563709;"><br /></span></div><ul style="background-color: white; color: #563709; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0.5em 0px; padding: 0px 2.5em;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jwlRpMbXJw/UFEoHFDe4jI/AAAAAAAAClw/O19bOPirhaA/s1600/heart+cookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; color: #38979d; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" height="166" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jwlRpMbXJw/UFEoHFDe4jI/AAAAAAAAClw/O19bOPirhaA/w226-h166/heart+cookies.jpg" style="background: none !important; border: none !important; box-shadow: transparent 0px 0px 0px !important; padding: 0px !important; position: relative;" width="226" /></a><li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 1em;">A candy bar or package of cookies</div></li><li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 1em;">A few postage stamps</div></li><li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 1em;">A DVD from the bargain bin.</div></li><li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 1em;">A new kind of coffee</div></li><li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 1em;">A mystery book from a favorite author</div></li></ul><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #563709; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #563709; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 1em; text-indent: 0in;"> We mostly concentrate on <b>consumables</b> like food, so we don’t add to our piles of possessions. And we never spend a lot. Sometimes we’ve found treasures at yard or church rummage sales.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #563709; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 1em; text-indent: 0in;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLvCWBYHt9w5085KnAqjaW0NpQlAXsxviIslSqDHDFiK9PMDJ-0FKfzYVzbT0pogQ6qzpbGE5a3S8NLnjK2VIUNMlEwKSFwJSKrH5u2BGemeAVj0TJbqAkSv3RK0Lv0-tmEj1ZzDzQvDwal1gTd0V__Jl5bicuqSNlK-JlMkR7LLwNGRlKXOOYahc2w/s3264/20210903_154640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRLvCWBYHt9w5085KnAqjaW0NpQlAXsxviIslSqDHDFiK9PMDJ-0FKfzYVzbT0pogQ6qzpbGE5a3S8NLnjK2VIUNMlEwKSFwJSKrH5u2BGemeAVj0TJbqAkSv3RK0Lv0-tmEj1ZzDzQvDwal1gTd0V__Jl5bicuqSNlK-JlMkR7LLwNGRlKXOOYahc2w/w149-h199/20210903_154640.jpg" width="149" /></a></div>Even if your <b>love language</b> isn’t gift giving, you might remember the day with a special meal, a foot rub, or a note on your spouse’s pillow. The main idea is to say, “I love you and I’m thinking of you on this day. You are precious to me.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; color: #563709; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 1em; text-indent: 0in;"> Try the <b>Monthiversary </b>on your day this month and let me know how it goes. <a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" style="background-color: transparent;" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></a></div></div>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-19847596353425326002022-12-07T14:51:00.002-06:002022-12-07T14:51:43.349-06:00Birthday gift ideas for Jesus<div><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Do you give a birthday gift to <span style="color: red;"><u>Jesus</u></span>? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9Lsq81KCj_bh5BLt0Lbb4k9HjHOGIkMTkvIa4mA7nNMT0M23dxNB6Inee05TfRwiIzhsEOGSBxPb3SXq-4rqHzqhF_HnAl2q1SX31Jpy8LaqKy0lxlzKjos2HN_6EmcDs86KGYh5jM9VDJaOspfM7XdAr5QcyM-ILj056UZV-sd9_FRQgCu9PPQjTuQ" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="221" data-original-width="229" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9Lsq81KCj_bh5BLt0Lbb4k9HjHOGIkMTkvIa4mA7nNMT0M23dxNB6Inee05TfRwiIzhsEOGSBxPb3SXq-4rqHzqhF_HnAl2q1SX31Jpy8LaqKy0lxlzKjos2HN_6EmcDs86KGYh5jM9VDJaOspfM7XdAr5QcyM-ILj056UZV-sd9_FRQgCu9PPQjTuQ=w158-h143" width="158" /></a></div><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b> Many years ago some friends suggested this to their children, to help their family focus on why we celebrate Christmas. This is how I'm incorporating this excellent idea into our church's celebration:</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdHnqVdiPi07obJdXJGeH_6Yh4-Ecxz56l0E-0N9mOnEQBZs7lHjO2uO6bLqA7zmM53pTto_EtMqGHJ-BjWTXa0TDSF6lGeAR2O9t-EWFyN4wyiwOVsp_42kLMoGZJ-pj3TOok7ndVKffVe-cMSZ0eNtG-IL5kJIp4q7JLWx6FS4s6yofX9BSFn_f7A/s412/Christmas%20gift%20box%20purple.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="412" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFdHnqVdiPi07obJdXJGeH_6Yh4-Ecxz56l0E-0N9mOnEQBZs7lHjO2uO6bLqA7zmM53pTto_EtMqGHJ-BjWTXa0TDSF6lGeAR2O9t-EWFyN4wyiwOVsp_42kLMoGZJ-pj3TOok7ndVKffVe-cMSZ0eNtG-IL5kJIp4q7JLWx6FS4s6yofX9BSFn_f7A/w259-h213/Christmas%20gift%20box%20purple.png" width="259" /></a></div><div><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> We have a fancy purple Christmas gift box that sits on our piano at church. But it's empty. </span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> I'm asking each member of our congregation to write--leaving off their name--what they plan to give Jesus for His birthday. And then put those gift promises into the empty purple box. At our Christmas Eve service, I will open the box and read aloud all the ideas people committed to do for Jesus. </span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Here are a few things I thought to write on my own paper:</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Prepare communion elements for the month of December</span></b></li><li><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Repent of criticizing anyone for any reason</span></b></li><li><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Give $XXX to an orphanage or homeless shelter</span></b></li><li><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Invite someone who can't repay us over for dinner </span></b></li><li><b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Show more respect to my husband</span></b></li></ul><div><b style="color: #800180; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b style="color: #800180; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-large;"><i>What will you give Jesus this year for His birthday? </i></b></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></a>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-47444937568448359732022-11-08T10:41:00.002-06:002022-11-08T10:41:56.818-06:00<h3 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4eG-FZB_xpms0LDOG-R6umKhkCfjNyHo4bsWSbOxD7QRWQe38R4QJET2YSftpbMbXvQoTbixSI6Y48SOmnqNiSIvA5vdqaf2rcNPvHR3FlkibXVgEsrE1DTliGJ6EhD9O_sM1l4uiSpSkt3ZhkdDTvedWs_tZxbDoiR2tY2xZYgoriDtR7lFFvCO4w/s1024/jeanette_levellie_thanksgiving-1024x576.jpg.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="1024" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4eG-FZB_xpms0LDOG-R6umKhkCfjNyHo4bsWSbOxD7QRWQe38R4QJET2YSftpbMbXvQoTbixSI6Y48SOmnqNiSIvA5vdqaf2rcNPvHR3FlkibXVgEsrE1DTliGJ6EhD9O_sM1l4uiSpSkt3ZhkdDTvedWs_tZxbDoiR2tY2xZYgoriDtR7lFFvCO4w/w375-h211/jeanette_levellie_thanksgiving-1024x576.jpg.webp" width="375" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>photo by Matthew Gilson</b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>In case you don't receive Guideposts magazine, </b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>here is a link to a recent story I wrote about how writing Thank You notes increases your joy. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!</b></div></b></h3><h2 style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><a href="https://guideposts.org/positive-living/she-expresses-gratitude-all-year-round-in-heartfelt-notes/" target="_blank">In Praise of Praise</a></span></b></i></h2><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></a></div>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-51372571833737888362022-11-01T06:00:00.005-05:002022-11-01T06:00:00.225-05:00Why Be Thankful in Terrible Times? <div><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVNl7vwXNxdoju0HNDGEK4vr2QKYu2UmQlAnAFCywxKnmWMnAWaMdw4QemHbSyXuQ_uxfSCbsrgzAJLidnRiMmPG1Dw1ccGDOLLLXho8eneIsb8Mjt_7hg0x2_GLKNpMjkBw4aVBKlKzZ8m_oY4vZO0HGzyq0jWNxp8xkMl5GhtIiYi7OB_7k07ju7g/s320/thank%20you%20many%20languages.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVNl7vwXNxdoju0HNDGEK4vr2QKYu2UmQlAnAFCywxKnmWMnAWaMdw4QemHbSyXuQ_uxfSCbsrgzAJLidnRiMmPG1Dw1ccGDOLLLXho8eneIsb8Mjt_7hg0x2_GLKNpMjkBw4aVBKlKzZ8m_oY4vZO0HGzyq0jWNxp8xkMl5GhtIiYi7OB_7k07ju7g/s1600/thank%20you%20many%20languages.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b>Why
Be Thankful In Terrible Times?</b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b> I
recently heard a message about being thankful. Although I'm usually upbeat, even
zany, this teaching convicted me. I need to be more thankful to the Lord for
all I have. I need to wake up in the morning praising God for my health, my
job, my family and my mind that works (most of the time!). I’m especially
thankful for a place in Heaven, and my sweet relationship with a loving
Heavenly Father.</b><b> </b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvhY9_an5unQwqqvj6axkw674vmnA-AmjzXokNojeZTVFrTqCPYc5d8VBJu0OWG30dtFW-XVA48pCloQdwDQqV9ClgHXfRHqPSsUNSjlrXqZ-d8owapt7UTwkvT7xIYm4Vtf_94y7JKeRmde08K4dp7Oa4lHXVLG9csVtTqLnWNzO-LtegnmSS16jcEw/s960/Jen%20and%20Kev%20at%20Mom's%20celebration%20of%20life%206.10.22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="894" data-original-width="960" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvhY9_an5unQwqqvj6axkw674vmnA-AmjzXokNojeZTVFrTqCPYc5d8VBJu0OWG30dtFW-XVA48pCloQdwDQqV9ClgHXfRHqPSsUNSjlrXqZ-d8owapt7UTwkvT7xIYm4Vtf_94y7JKeRmde08K4dp7Oa4lHXVLG9csVtTqLnWNzO-LtegnmSS16jcEw/w181-h169/Jen%20and%20Kev%20at%20Mom's%20celebration%20of%20life%206.10.22.jpg" width="181" /></a></b></div><b> My pastor husband, Kevin, and I don’t own our own home; we live in a parsonage.
But it’s a lovely house in the country surrounded by great neighbors and few
noises, apart from birdsong and cricket opera. We have no smog; we enjoy
crimson and lavender sunsets and delight in brightly colored leaves dancing on our trees. <o:p></o:p></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b> Our church is comparatively small. But the people love, support and pray for each
other. Some even tell us how grateful they are to have Kevin pastor them. I benefit
from new recipes at our potluck dinners, the prayers of our Monday night ladies’
group, and Kevin gets to preach every week. <o:p></o:p></b></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9JVvKLANCgWHaXViZHoYhGLl-9inmXofYlk8uT2iS1EcPyj3Re_pRWJRSERH6wAV1xp0ufUsEaANbDu3EESc_GaUfNzO1BCx95ZkeU0lxxXSrQuVD5YjzT9fMTgUDmzMxyTMfynwaxJedXNRszA9eCjtHBXLhURsXr3WKr2P53mJLzQsshjb2Q4ZqQ/s720/Levellies%201986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="720" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9JVvKLANCgWHaXViZHoYhGLl-9inmXofYlk8uT2iS1EcPyj3Re_pRWJRSERH6wAV1xp0ufUsEaANbDu3EESc_GaUfNzO1BCx95ZkeU0lxxXSrQuVD5YjzT9fMTgUDmzMxyTMfynwaxJedXNRszA9eCjtHBXLhURsXr3WKr2P53mJLzQsshjb2Q4ZqQ/w173-h147/Levellies%201986.jpg" width="173" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our family in 1986</td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span> </span><span> </span></b><b><span> Both our kids and all three of our grandkids love and appreciate Kevin and I. We live in close proximity of them, so we can see them often and share holidays as a family. </span><br /></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b> I
refuse to allow the news media, pessimists on Facebook, or anyone else, to tell
me what to think and how to feel. There is always, always, always something to
be thankful for. I choose to focus on the good in our lives.</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRM9OYOaTjyru3feG6O72bBAZbZ-8G8MgE6lcZzC5xRJvQxE8u-7hO7qiPKD9fPti4j_J4RiA1LiK92E7fMhkXpDPNM52XG5sePI95Bc8fqpvh9p6qvmhWDY6dJq-05dyPNGXo04Kk2heKhjF3TdpSbdpx4uTBsGn2UrtYKD0XfxltpLSdjffFVzNSSw/s160/sunflowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="146" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRM9OYOaTjyru3feG6O72bBAZbZ-8G8MgE6lcZzC5xRJvQxE8u-7hO7qiPKD9fPti4j_J4RiA1LiK92E7fMhkXpDPNM52XG5sePI95Bc8fqpvh9p6qvmhWDY6dJq-05dyPNGXo04Kk2heKhjF3TdpSbdpx4uTBsGn2UrtYKD0XfxltpLSdjffFVzNSSw/s1600/sunflowers.jpg" width="146" /></a></p><h2 style="text-align: left;"><b> <span style="color: #ffa400;"> </span>I
want to be sunshine going somewhere to happen. I hope that makes God
smile. </b></h2><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><i>What three things are you most thankful for?</i></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><b><span style="color: #800180; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></b></p></div><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><b><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></b></a>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-32505311500873665512022-10-18T14:43:00.004-05:002022-10-18T14:43:46.723-05:00Why Listeners Make Better Lovers, Friends, Spouses, Bosses...<div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-9123500698437319850" itemprop="description articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #563709; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 15.4px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 867px;"><h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Why Listeners Make Better . . People!</b></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxrDCp-8OLA/URgAfDkmHzI/AAAAAAAADUc/EasT8GfYMfw/s1600/heart+cookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="color: #38979d; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxrDCp-8OLA/URgAfDkmHzI/AAAAAAAADUc/EasT8GfYMfw/s1600/heart+cookies.jpg" style="background: none !important; border: none !important; box-shadow: transparent 0px 0px 0px !important; padding: 0px !important; position: relative;" /></a></div></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 1em 0in 0pt;">“Listeners make better lovers,” says the commercial. What, it’s not listeners, but milk drinkers? Well, if you don’t like milk or have an allergy to it, there’s still hope for you to become a better lover: by learning to listen from your heart. Here are seven ways to do that:</div><div></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 1em 0in 0pt 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><b>1.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></b><b>The eyes have it. </b>When we look into someone’s eyes as they talk, rather than staring out the window or planning our next meal, we show them respect. We also gain more insight into their thoughts and feelings. We can uncover pain, disappointment, fear, or joy by making eye contact when we listen. This type of active concern leads to greater understanding and deeper love between us.</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 1em 0in 0pt 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><b><o:p></o:p></b> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFCcEaNjtac/URgAUVOaOgI/AAAAAAAADUU/WpT5aiEaNUU/s1600/question+mark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="color: #38979d; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFCcEaNjtac/URgAUVOaOgI/AAAAAAAADUU/WpT5aiEaNUU/s1600/question+mark.jpg" style="background: none !important; border: none !important; box-shadow: transparent 0px 0px 0px !important; padding: 0px !important; position: relative;" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 1em 0in 0pt 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><b>2.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></b><b>Ask questions. </b>We endear ourselves to others by asking questions regarding their interests. I’m not the movie buff that my husband Kevin is. But if I ask, “how many Frank Capra films was Jimmie Stewart in?” Kevin comes alive. He knows I truly care about him and his hobbies. In the same way, if Kev asks, “how’s your Vista article coming along?” I’m convinced of his interest in me as a writer, not just as his wife. I can feel his love.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><br /><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 1em 0in 0pt 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><b>3.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></b><b>Body language shouts. </b>Leaning forward, raising our eyebrows, nodding, and smiling are excellent ways to listen from our hearts. Folding our arms, rolling our eyes, and cleaning out make-up drawers or tool chests while someone is trying to talk to us shouts, “who cares?” Imagine your body as a <i>Yes, We’re Open! </i>sign rather than a <i>Sorry, We’re Closed! </i>sign, and others will open their hearts to you.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><br /><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 1em 0in 0pt 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><b>4.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></b><b>Can the rude ‘tude.</b><i> </i>You probably know people who own first-place trophies from the W.F.I. (World Federation of Interrupters). They’re about as much fun to be around as cats fighting at midnight under the bedroom window. When we wait for people to finish what they’re saying before we speak, we give them the dignity they deserve, and gain their respect. Leave a pause of three to five seconds before you speak, to give others time to process their thoughts. Some of the wisest insights come in the form of <i>afterthoughts. </i>If we rush to speak the second it <i>seems </i>a person is finished, we might miss something glorious.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z7XBqe1OvJo/URgAtKR9jxI/AAAAAAAADUk/MBP9nz4HkMw/s1600/cat+and+lion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="color: #38979d; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z7XBqe1OvJo/URgAtKR9jxI/AAAAAAAADUk/MBP9nz4HkMw/s1600/cat+and+lion.jpg" style="background: none !important; border: none !important; box-shadow: transparent 0px 0px 0px !important; padding: 0px !important; position: relative;" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 1em 0in 0pt 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><b>5.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></b><b>Mirror, mirror.</b> We prove our interest by reflecting back what we<i> think we heard.</i> “So, you aren’t saying that people who prefer dark chocolate to milk chocolate are idiots—just that it’s a matter of taste?” tells Kevin I was listening with my heart, and wanted to understand his point of view<b>. </b> We don’t have to agree with everyone’s opinion, but it’s essential to healthy relationships that the other knows we listened with our heart. <b> </b></div><br /><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 1em 0in 0pt 0.75in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">One of my favorite TV personalities</span>, Fred Rogers, sang a song called, “There are many ways to say I love you.” Listening with your heart is one of those ways. It’s also a creative method for service to your brothers and sisters in the Lord. </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 1em 0in 0pt 0.75in; text-indent: 0in;"><em><strong><span style="color: red;">Which one of the above ways will you incorporate into your conversations this month, to become a better lover?</span></strong></em></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 1em 0in 0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></div><div style="clear: both;"></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="background-color: #e9e9e9; border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(233, 233, 233); color: #3f3f3f; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 12.6px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 20px -2px 0px; padding: 5px 10px;"><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"><span class="post-author vcard" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 1em;">Posted by <span class="fn" itemprop="author" itemscope="itemscope" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person"><a class="g-profile" data-gapiattached="true" data-gapiscan="true" data-onload="true" href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082" rel="author" style="color: #38979d; 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It reflects my own heart: </b></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhltzfp9_FuAG1h8yESN28kkPK_ddPV7SL7FlyWyTGZ_kyNLEh7xYvgbmlE2FyTPpOzwf1qPVHD1UFff5v0nZJLaExHvLr1bJGFjg7W5kieZ2QDR9Smz_X9yQULYw_F_GZo3c027G-7lLadRrg0jkz69BJwMpxSyYHGXqXiJkGQMuMixJOBaonnh_tdsA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhltzfp9_FuAG1h8yESN28kkPK_ddPV7SL7FlyWyTGZ_kyNLEh7xYvgbmlE2FyTPpOzwf1qPVHD1UFff5v0nZJLaExHvLr1bJGFjg7W5kieZ2QDR9Smz_X9yQULYw_F_GZo3c027G-7lLadRrg0jkz69BJwMpxSyYHGXqXiJkGQMuMixJOBaonnh_tdsA" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></a>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-64411358809533681112022-08-30T11:12:00.000-05:002022-08-30T11:12:35.545-05:00Why keep reading the Bible? <div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLY-cD7Y5jFpE4y9iHIhIBAtJKsZ3X7Y01s1UgIbrYN2QQ4Say4gxOlyrPgNLTSOZDR4vy2K6tUAN9IMHs1hARN_smrOP4Pb_2j0mhaQk777kMmjG2WSmdhipvXbWFwCNi4wRUx--IULRGmNsdsxjVEWkaj76N6Z-lrvt1TwtPmuoLlBSBPcprYe3ngA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="510" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLY-cD7Y5jFpE4y9iHIhIBAtJKsZ3X7Y01s1UgIbrYN2QQ4Say4gxOlyrPgNLTSOZDR4vy2K6tUAN9IMHs1hARN_smrOP4Pb_2j0mhaQk777kMmjG2WSmdhipvXbWFwCNi4wRUx--IULRGmNsdsxjVEWkaj76N6Z-lrvt1TwtPmuoLlBSBPcprYe3ngA" width="320" /></a></div><br /></b><b> For many years, I recited Psalm 91 as I made my bed each morning. Then recently as I read it, verse 2 popped out at me:</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" id="en-NIV-15398" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; position: relative;">I will say of the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant-caps: small-caps; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">Lord</span>, “He is my refuge and my fortress,</span></span></i></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: red; font-family: georgia;"><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;">my God, in whom I trust” (NIV). </span></span></span></i></b></div></b></div><div><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><b> Oh, my. How many hundreds, even thousands of times had I said this? Yet am I really trusting the Lord? Or am I trying to do life on my own, worrying when things don't work out the way I know they should, or as fast as I think they ought? </b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><b> I'm not talking about impatience in the grocery store line or having car trouble. I'm talking wayward loved ones, family members who refuse to hear about Jesus, and issues of global dimensions. Situations that I know are God's will to change, but that are delayed. </b></span></span></div><div><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I worry. </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I fret. </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I manipulate. </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I get upset. </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>But do I trust? </i></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><b>Sometimes a Scripture will grab you around the heart and ask, </b></span></span></div><h3 style="text-align: center;"><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><b><span style="color: red;"><i>"Do you believe this enough to live it?"</i></span></b></span></span></h3><div><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><b><span style="color: red;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwEkiRvl3kmNVeXOVOnrnEZPA6TW7x3bEyMNrDfZMRbK1meCNKWaHe_hJ7mJU-xNA4mW4QwsPmoXVFeUs71BHkrq_7nSlw4wZgjMFuWW9tS-ZaAvw5drmIJRTCl7fafQVZK6mS1P2TyksZsYwAiNETfrHhg7V4nAgDRURPQcThfj7-xoa5XJfOm0AmJw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="470" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwEkiRvl3kmNVeXOVOnrnEZPA6TW7x3bEyMNrDfZMRbK1meCNKWaHe_hJ7mJU-xNA4mW4QwsPmoXVFeUs71BHkrq_7nSlw4wZgjMFuWW9tS-ZaAvw5drmIJRTCl7fafQVZK6mS1P2TyksZsYwAiNETfrHhg7V4nAgDRURPQcThfj7-xoa5XJfOm0AmJw" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></i></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><b> This is why we keep reading God's Word. It's not just a book. It's alive, and it speaks into our lives the message we need at the exact time we need it. If we are wise and listen, we are changed. </b></span></span></div><div><span class="indent-1" style="background-color: white;"><span class="text Ps-91-2" style="position: relative;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><i>Have you had this happen with a Bible verse? How did it change you? </i></span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><b><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></b></a></div>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-29977581027405626662022-08-02T06:00:00.001-05:002022-08-02T06:00:00.197-05:00A fun phenomenon to ease pain<h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNS7J7ouRnSOPrbItRin_Q-PL3C4Vfcjsx1N6aRILUYR-H7GDyFgcEN0lKsni-_mFmBWOj0maQoRG1h1Ol6XChY1keB9Sak3qs-5yxcnozztMh_RSDmxu2ZD-HCsHd1DmjiZe7XaO5SGJ2AGE8q5pDGx-MH6c8GDBynd6Vk8GyvA4K6mzaW--DDMKp6w/s544/ouch%20red.webp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="544" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNS7J7ouRnSOPrbItRin_Q-PL3C4Vfcjsx1N6aRILUYR-H7GDyFgcEN0lKsni-_mFmBWOj0maQoRG1h1Ol6XChY1keB9Sak3qs-5yxcnozztMh_RSDmxu2ZD-HCsHd1DmjiZe7XaO5SGJ2AGE8q5pDGx-MH6c8GDBynd6Vk8GyvA4K6mzaW--DDMKp6w/w160-h100/ouch%20red.webp" width="160" /></a></div> Although I'm still experiencing pain from the shingles outbreak last October (almost ten months ago), I discovered a fun phenomenon:<br /></b><b><br /></b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>When I'm doing something I enjoy, like sharing God's Word, singing, exercising, or gardening, I'm not aware of the pain. </i></b></div></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"></h3><h2 style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: red;">Wow. </span></b></h2><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b> I'm sure there's a word for this in the medical field. To me it shows the power of the brain God created for us. </b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b> When we engage in an activity that makes us happy, we feel no pain. As we focus on what we love to do, that feeling of pleasure pushes out the feeling of pain. <br /></b><b><br /></b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"></h3><h2 style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGV5t3ei7qRkpYtQqF5xpuKZRboVNTYPFs1RnH1gZ5Hh1YBWMTEsJZLLeyxp6llEgt1Pj2bJ8m-aEvXqbt38JO9YZp4jEpYnhpkXZT13QNxPNjNs9YL-tORlKH6oo7pbw3rXMsuIAzq2RZOi1Mob5KwwEK8GT6-T1dsOnmqePTicxKWbJDPzCB7HzVg/s532/Cat%20amazed%20shocked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="532" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGV5t3ei7qRkpYtQqF5xpuKZRboVNTYPFs1RnH1gZ5Hh1YBWMTEsJZLLeyxp6llEgt1Pj2bJ8m-aEvXqbt38JO9YZp4jEpYnhpkXZT13QNxPNjNs9YL-tORlKH6oo7pbw3rXMsuIAzq2RZOi1Mob5KwwEK8GT6-T1dsOnmqePTicxKWbJDPzCB7HzVg/s320/Cat%20amazed%20shocked.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red;">Amazing. </span></b></div></b></h2><h3 style="text-align: left;"><i><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">What makes you happy? </span></b></i></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b><br /></b><b>What activity frees you from pain? </b></span></i><b><br /></b></h3><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></a>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-50161342792560746152022-07-05T10:54:00.006-05:002022-07-05T11:05:42.172-05:00I'm Rich! How did this happen? <h2 style="text-align: left;"><b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuoYGTNt7ybMDsbB4ngRAClcj7RfF4XgDmlvBeKK8Fk1dnh3YTie2g1s3qPg1upVGqtC7PFtox5EnPhFHassbtxpp5xBPabju6Qvlen93EZ7vGWF8dLwsxPf9xM0j941Axzt66z5tIYaVFCKP2xjPiWn-S1rL44NzUSXXV8Rv74d9knWBAJq36LPQFKg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="587" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuoYGTNt7ybMDsbB4ngRAClcj7RfF4XgDmlvBeKK8Fk1dnh3YTie2g1s3qPg1upVGqtC7PFtox5EnPhFHassbtxpp5xBPabju6Qvlen93EZ7vGWF8dLwsxPf9xM0j941Axzt66z5tIYaVFCKP2xjPiWn-S1rL44NzUSXXV8Rv74d9knWBAJq36LPQFKg" width="181" /></a></div> When my 95-year-old Mom died in May, 2022, she left few possessions. Yet I can definitely say, "I'm rich!"</b></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><b> As I sorted through the boxes and bags of clothes, kitchen utensils, and old photographs, I realized the treasures Mom gave me consisted not of things, but of everlasting qualities: </b></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></b></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #800180;">A love of God and His Word</span></b></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #800180;">A commitment to hard work</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #800180;">A thoughtful spirit toward others</span></b></h2><div><b><span style="color: #800180;"><br /></span></b></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b> </b></span><b> At Mom's celebration of life I said, "If I love giving to foreign missions, if I'm a hard worker, if you tell me you like chickens and I give you chicken-themed gifts, all of those qualities came from Mom." </b></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><b><span> </span><span> </span>I only hope I can follow in her steps, and leave behind a heritage of goodness and love for my own kids. </b><b> The qualities Jesus is proud of are the ones that last. </b></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><br /><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVsQUTGxGEXUgX4K4egdrjrkJApBriL7CEFKyATGtdU-Ya9TjUAVe8442H5yXPgJPzHJ4iCDpIqnsDc_FSPc7ev7TW83x6ZbT_WiQjNelWc6u8HX7VZeYM-YBWmyvUU1141HRFsUOT0KfM_axsGn9MD8gQepQi3IFkCHMPukIyt68cf40laymNKyS9Iw/s960/bear%20hug%20drawing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="649" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVsQUTGxGEXUgX4K4egdrjrkJApBriL7CEFKyATGtdU-Ya9TjUAVe8442H5yXPgJPzHJ4iCDpIqnsDc_FSPc7ev7TW83x6ZbT_WiQjNelWc6u8HX7VZeYM-YBWmyvUU1141HRFsUOT0KfM_axsGn9MD8gQepQi3IFkCHMPukIyt68cf40laymNKyS9Iw/s320/bear%20hug%20drawing.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></a>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-62709906121991783612022-02-09T11:47:00.006-06:002022-02-09T11:47:47.431-06:00My New Favorite Hymn: Here is Love vast as the Ocean<h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #800180;"><b>This song is referred to as the "Welsh Revival Love Song." I love it!<br /></b></span><span style="color: #800180;"><b>Tell me about your favorite hymn...</b></span></h3><div><br /></div><iframe frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://youtube.com/embed/APrUPPC8bFY" style="background-image: url(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/APrUPPC8bFY/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"></iframe>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-77786788792647544892022-01-11T13:10:00.005-06:002022-01-11T13:10:59.517-06:00A Prayer for Our Nation<h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><i>I wrote a prayer for our nation, a prayer I thought might resonate with you. </i></b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><i>International readers, this can apply to your country too, since God has chosen every nation to trumpet His call of holiness.</i></b></h3><div><b><i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--zbTzHMv91k/Yd3Vz4O8PGI/AAAAAAAAJL8/yiX1IvzzR0Y3-7yTMj5PG3YiQC985Co4gCNcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="677" data-original-width="960" height="226" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--zbTzHMv91k/Yd3Vz4O8PGI/AAAAAAAAJL8/yiX1IvzzR0Y3-7yTMj5PG3YiQC985Co4gCNcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /></i></b></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b>Father of Freedom and Light of the World,<br /></b><b>Shine Your stars of truth on every person in these United States of America.<br /></b><b>The Sun of Righteousness has come to set us free<br /></b><b><span> from tyranny, bondage, and darkness. <br /></span></b><b><span>Ignite in our souls the courage to stand,<br /></span></b><b><span><span> the holiness of Your Spirit, and<br /></span></span></b><b><span><span><span> the boldness of Your throne. <br /></span></span></span></b><b><span><span><span>Justice, come forth!<br /></span></span></span></b><b><span><span><span>Valor from Jesus's blood, prevail over Satan!<br /></span></span></span></b><b><span><span><span>We are God's chosen nation<br /></span></span></span></b><b><span><span><span><span> to trumpet His call of holiness to the world!<br /></span></span></span></span></b><b><span><span><span><span>God's will IS done in our nation!<br /></span></span></span></span></b><b><span><span><span><span>We WILL fulfill Your plan for us!<br /></span></span></span></span></b><b><span><span><span><span>America WILL be saved!</span></span></span></span></b><br /><b>JEL</b></h3><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></a>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081925465275931199.post-54519963421488258792021-12-06T11:49:00.004-06:002021-12-06T11:49:35.946-06:00How did this happen? <h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4pBPGkq_OU/TuUb_01z7AI/AAAAAAAABsY/IT-DgR5fieIWevng1nlTuwUxzxB6C1GMQCPcBGAYYCw/s100/Christmas%2Bgifts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="100" height="176" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4pBPGkq_OU/TuUb_01z7AI/AAAAAAAABsY/IT-DgR5fieIWevng1nlTuwUxzxB6C1GMQCPcBGAYYCw/w200-h176/Christmas%2Bgifts.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Dear Friends: Here it is December. <i>How did this happen? </i></b><b><br /></b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b>Lately I find myself busier with writing deadlines, speaking gigs, and family responsibilities than ever<br /> before. Or perhaps I simply don't have as much energy as I did when I was in my twenties (imagine!). <br /></b><b><br /></b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LT4bqOmmPfI/Twn49fexh6I/AAAAAAAABv0/_IQ9b6bkpFkqPFF7CtydJ0q4CG0WGM46ACPcBGAYYCw/s160/wanna%2Bwin.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="65" data-original-width="160" height="102" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LT4bqOmmPfI/Twn49fexh6I/AAAAAAAABv0/_IQ9b6bkpFkqPFF7CtydJ0q4CG0WGM46ACPcBGAYYCw/w160-h102/wanna%2Bwin.bmp" width="160" /></a></div><b>All that to say I am cutting back on updating this blog from once a week to once a month. If you'd like to hear more about me or simply love to win prizes, please email me at jeanettelevellie.com and ask to sign up for my newsletter. <br /></b><b><br /></b></h3><h3 style="text-align: left;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKUuTDahCLA/T0GA4kXPI_I/AAAAAAAABzg/sv9vnRaCfK0id3q8JSbPEDEhx4OmK12_QCPcBGAYYCw/s160/Jesus%2Bhugging%2Bsheep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="115" height="160" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKUuTDahCLA/T0GA4kXPI_I/AAAAAAAABzg/sv9vnRaCfK0id3q8JSbPEDEhx4OmK12_QCPcBGAYYCw/s0/Jesus%2Bhugging%2Bsheep.jpg" width="115" /></a></div>Feel free to use the search bar on this blog if you're interested in a particular topic. There are thirteen years worth of posts here, so I'm sure you'll find something to give you hope or humor for your journey with Jesus. I appreciate and treasure you, and Jesus is proud of you for saying "Yes" to Him. </b></h3><a href="http://jeanettelevellie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/xq90/540/7KE2JS.png" /></a>Jeanette Levelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12898750484193832082noreply@blogger.com1