<?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-6495469963182704016</id><updated>2012-01-06T20:41:06.970-05:00</updated><category term='solitude'/><category term='Discipleship'/><category term='technology'/><category term='authenticity'/><category term='trust'/><category term='books'/><category term='Family'/><category term='grace'/><category term='legacy'/><category term='community'/><category term='change'/><category term='events'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='things that are NOT right'/><category term='leadership'/><category term='creativity'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='marketplace'/><category term='humility'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='video'/><category term='anger'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friends'/><category term='silence'/><category term='women'/><category term='waiting'/><category term='vision'/><category term='ministry'/><category term='transition'/><category term='Friday Jumbles'/><category term='God'/><category term='abiding'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='economy'/><category term='order'/><category term='communication'/><category term='faith'/><category term='rest'/><category term='Life'/><category term='intimacy'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='obedience'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='church'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='time-management'/><category term='priorities'/><category term='career'/><category term='fun'/><category term='failure'/><category term='fear'/><category term='risk-taking'/><category term='brokenness'/><title type='text'>Beth Brawley Taylor</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts on life and leadership, with a sprinkling of humor.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>298</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-3644017311130846922</id><published>2011-06-16T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:42:35.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out My New Site...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;www.beneath-the-surface.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beneath-the-surface.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-3644017311130846922?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3644017311130846922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=3644017311130846922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3644017311130846922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3644017311130846922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2011/06/check-out-my-new-site.html' title='Check Out My New Site...'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-6634675416589072932</id><published>2009-11-18T10:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:50:45.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>So Long, Farewell, Auf Weidersehen Good-bye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am shutting down my blog for now, my friends, as I take time to consider the direction my writing will take.  I appreciate every one of you who have joined me on this two year journey and I will miss you.  Have a peaceful and joyful Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-6634675416589072932?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6634675416589072932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=6634675416589072932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6634675416589072932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6634675416589072932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-long-farewell-auf-weidersehen-good.html' title='So Long, Farewell, Auf Weidersehen Good-bye...'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-311413277788899433</id><published>2009-11-12T08:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:08:12.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abiding'/><title type='text'>Never Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"It is never too late to become the person you might have been."  --George Elliot&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love days like today, days that are are cloudy, cold and windy.  I love them because they make the inside of my house feel cozier, warmer and brighter.  All I want to do on days like this is curl up under a chenille throw on my couch and read a good book and sip hot tea and luxuriate in the yummy goodness of home.  And ignore my children and the ringing telephone and refuse to cook dinner and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.  I got carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do find it so odd, though, that when the circumstances of life mirror days like this, when the landscape of my existence is dark and cold and windswept,  all I can see and feel is the outside.  While the stormy afternoon only serves to magnify the warmth and comfort of the refuge of home,  the difficulties of life often overshadow the warmth and comfort and coziness that can be found in the refuge of God.  Why is that?  Shouldn't the dark circumstances of life stand in stark contrast to all the light and comfort and protection of the home we have in the shadow of His wings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is all part of this process of becoming, this learning to live in oneness with the Lover of our souls.  It takes time.  And it takes much stumbling and falling and then just as much getting back up and moving forward to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; change our perspective.&lt;/span&gt; When Paul talked of being "crucified with Christ that I might no longer live, but Christ lives in me," (Gal 2:20) he was speaking of this divine perspective, this arduous journey from self-awareness to God-awareness.  He longs to be that to whom our gaze is drawn when the storms come, that we might be identified with Him alone and not to the fears that threaten when clouds roll in and the winds pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a process.  It is a journey.  And it is never too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-311413277788899433?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/311413277788899433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=311413277788899433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/311413277788899433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/311413277788899433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-too-late.html' title='Never Too Late'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-8213408232547253240</id><published>2009-11-10T09:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:21:31.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><title type='text'>To Be Sure of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SvmSZbo6QPI/AAAAAAAAARs/aNZINU9u6jw/s1600-h/pooh+piglet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SvmSZbo6QPI/AAAAAAAAARs/aNZINU9u6jw/s320/pooh+piglet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402510193621352690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh," he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Piglet?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw, "I just wanted to be sure of you.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon I was sitting alone in my bedroom, rocking and staring out the window, feeling rather sad and wondering why.  My husband came into the room and stretched out on the carpet beside me.  Putting his feet on the stool between us, he looked over at me and asked me what was wrong.  I didn't have an answer so he just smiled at me and we fell into a long, luxurious silence.  After a few minutes he asked me to put my feet on the stool so they would touch his.  "I just want to feel you next to me.  I need to know you are there," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the myriad uncertainties in my life at this moment, it is consoling to be sure of what really matters....that I am loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it just helps to reach out and be sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-8213408232547253240?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8213408232547253240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=8213408232547253240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8213408232547253240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8213408232547253240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-be-sure-of-you.html' title='To Be Sure of You'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SvmSZbo6QPI/AAAAAAAAARs/aNZINU9u6jw/s72-c/pooh+piglet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5377472592657786502</id><published>2009-11-09T05:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:30:00.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>Jesus and .38 Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.”   --Pericles&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American dream is to own a piece of land to call home and build a life around it, raising a family and acquiring possessions.  Nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we consider how Jesus lived, His stability was not found in possessions or a house with His name on the mailbox.  It was not even found in an untarnished reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It was found in relationships with the ones that He led and ultimately the One that He followed.&lt;/span&gt;  That is pretty simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get complicated when we rely on the lives we build for ourselves to fill the void.  Equity and assets are very nice but we must remind ourselves to hold on loosely (thank you, .38 Special!).  And disappointment is inevitable when we depend on the absence of change to maintain our peace of mind.   Some equate stability with unchanging circumstances when really&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stability comes from unchanging commitment to relationships, first to God and then to those people He puts in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting over, bottoming out and reaching dead ends are not nearly as daunting when  we can see and embrace the bittersweet truth of James 4:14, "You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away." With that in mind we can focus on our nearness to God and the deposit we make in the lives of others and let everything else fade into the periphery.  Where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live life like Jesus did...holding on loosely with open arms and an open life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5377472592657786502?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5377472592657786502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5377472592657786502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5377472592657786502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5377472592657786502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/11/jesus-and-38-special.html' title='Jesus and .38 Special'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5891548173426921253</id><published>2009-11-07T15:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:31:14.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Being Spontaneous Makes You Ugly</title><content type='html'>It has been eleven days since I last posted anything and I just have to say that my newfound freedom to be a total slacker...it is so freeing.  Please know that I have not been wasting my time.  I have been doing many important things, like staring out the windows, daydreaming and trying to figure out how to get my new Georgia driver's license without admitting how much I weigh.  The folks at the Florida DDS are not near as nosy as they are here in Georgia.  So I did what any self-respecting southern woman would do.  I lied.  And I don't care who knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They showed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, though.  The picture they took was unspeakably hideous.  To be fair, that could have had something to do with the fact that my grossly infected left earlobe was bloody and swollen from twenty failed attempts at putting in my earrings.  And the fact that I had food in my teeth and was wearing my finest pair of yoga pants with a t-shirt and sweat jacket.  I am nothing if not elegant and well put-together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense (like I need one...sheesh) I had no prior warning that a trip to the Georgia State Patrol office was in my immediate future.  My husband just showed up and said, "Hey, let's go get our Georgia drivers licenses."  That very moment presented me with the choice to be one of two things for my man:  flexible and spontaneous or well-groomed and attractive.  So I opted for spontaneity.  I should only regret that decision for the next five years or so until it is time to renew the darn thing.  My only request is that if you see me, do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;ask to see my license.  It will not bode well for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Miss Spontaneity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5891548173426921253?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5891548173426921253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5891548173426921253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5891548173426921253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5891548173426921253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-spontaneous-makes-you-ugly.html' title='Being Spontaneous Makes You Ugly'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-1843469689725481954</id><published>2009-10-27T00:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:44:57.159-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk-taking'/><title type='text'>I Believe, Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SudNj791M1I/AAAAAAAAARc/vaUEvjpHNqw/s1600-h/grace+of+God.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SudNj791M1I/AAAAAAAAARc/vaUEvjpHNqw/s320/grace+of+God.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397367958214619986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spoke with a friend today whose husband is stationed overseas on military duty.  The anguish in her voice was palpable as she shared with me the burden she carries here while her husband, her best friend fights for our freedom across the ocean.  With all my heart I wanted to make all her heartache go away, to bring her husband home so she wouldn't have to see the pain in the eyes of their four children as they live day after long day with his absence.  I wanted to fix it so she wouldn't have to face another sleepless night in their empty bed, praying that he would still be okay when she wakes up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I could do was listen and cry with her, never once pretending to understand what she feels.  And I prayed for His grace to surround her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's grace is a crazy thing.  It becomes to each of us whatever it is we so desperately need and it surrounds us and carries us when we don't see how we can make it another step.  We just have to fling ourselves out there in it, letting it carry us wherever He wills.  Easy to say.  Hard to do.  I pray His grace today to military families and I thank Him for a selflessness that I do not understand but that brings Him such unspeakable delight.  I pray His grace for those who fight and defend and for their families who wait and believe.  I believe, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-1843469689725481954?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1843469689725481954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=1843469689725481954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1843469689725481954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1843469689725481954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-believe-too.html' title='I Believe, Too'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SudNj791M1I/AAAAAAAAARc/vaUEvjpHNqw/s72-c/grace+of+God.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-4891247499982696072</id><published>2009-10-23T17:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:24:09.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How About Some Friday Jumbles...</title><content type='html'>...on Saturday.  It's high time I dazzled you with my randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Living in the country is highly entertaining.  This past week I watched my three sons lift a 25 lb dead armadillo onto a golf cart to haul off into the woods.  Actually only my oldest boy lifted it.  My middle boy alternately gagged and video taped his older brother doing the deed, while my younger boy just giggled and made puking noises.  Being the highly supportive mother that I am, I stayed in the house, doubled over laughing as I watched from the window.  I know, I know.  I should write a parenting book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--For the first time in maybe twenty plus years I went into a Spencer's in the mall.  I don't know what possessed me to do it but I came away with these two powerful truths: 1. Spencer's is the worst smelling store in the mall, hands down, and 2. Four letter words are more shocking when seen printed on a coffee mug.  Feel free to take a moment and ponder this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If you haven't tried the Double Chocolate Fudge Coca Cola cake from Cracker Barrel, I highly recommend that you get yourself there.  Today.  And I don't mean maybe.  Abandon all thoughts of sharing this lusciousness with someone and just eat the whole blooming thing.  You WILL thank me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I hope you people have a wonderous weekend.  We are taking our crew to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the Wild Things Are.&lt;/span&gt;  And there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;be popcorn involved.  Holla!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-4891247499982696072?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4891247499982696072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=4891247499982696072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4891247499982696072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4891247499982696072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-about-some-friday-jumbles.html' title='How About Some Friday Jumbles...'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-4548551849145649627</id><published>2009-10-21T05:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T05:30:00.408-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk-taking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><title type='text'>If You've Never Failed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;You've Never Lived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZTVX21jPtc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZTVX21jPtc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-4548551849145649627?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4548551849145649627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=4548551849145649627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4548551849145649627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4548551849145649627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-youve-never-failed.html' title='If You&apos;ve Never Failed...'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-4816811686555353767</id><published>2009-10-20T10:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:21:36.884-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abiding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>You’re Soaking In It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Life as I know it has returned to a state of &amp;quot;normal&amp;quot;.&amp;#160; I will make no attempts to define &amp;quot;normal&amp;quot;, although I usually do enjoy defining the completely subjective because it helps me to bring order to my already cluttered mind.&amp;#160; I am attempting instead to experience moments of life rather than always trying to define them.&amp;#160; As founder and president of the Think Things To Death Society, this is nothing short of miraculous.&amp;#160; Now, where was I?&amp;#160; Oh, yes...    &lt;br /&gt;Normal.&amp;#160; We have moved to another state, put most of our worldly possessions in storage and are currently living in someone’s guest home for a loosely determined length of time while we catch our proverbial breath and wait on God to show us what is next.&amp;#160; I'm sorry, did I say normal?&amp;#160; I meant utterly ridiculous but utterly ridiculous is the new normal and so here we are, living on a gorgeous spread of land, complete with horses in surrounding pastures,&amp;#160; swimming pool,&amp;#160; tennis court,&amp;#160; basketball court, workout room, and a beautiful home with every creature comfort possible.&amp;#160; The sheets with the incredibly high thread count are, in my opinion, just the cherry on top.&amp;#160; And if there is a down side to all of this it would only be that there are around a dozen deer and elk heads hanging on the walls in the great room and I swear they stare at me when I play pool in my pajamas.     &lt;br /&gt;Oswald Chambers talks about being &amp;quot;put into soak before God&amp;quot;.&amp;#160; The innermost life is where the real action is, after all, and there are times when God pulls us away from the shop window, where most church leaders live, to rec&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/St3Hbl1nm6I/AAAAAAAAARU/hMB5_VVtJ9o/s1600-h/madge%20palmolive%20ad%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="madge palmolive ad" border="0" alt="madge palmolive ad" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/St3HcNggB6I/AAAAAAAAARY/JpjutoWTDTE/madge%20palmolive%20ad_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="224" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eive, transform, and soften in the quiet solitude of soaking.&amp;#160; I am just amazed at where He has us now and so I will be here, soaking and hopefully transforming.&amp;#160; Softening...like in that Palmolive commercial from the 70's.&amp;#160; It is a good day when you can combine serious spiritual content with nostalgic television commercials.&amp;#160; That's why I am here, people.&amp;#160; That's why I'm here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-4816811686555353767?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4816811686555353767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=4816811686555353767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4816811686555353767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4816811686555353767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-soaking-in-it.html' title='You’re Soaking In It!'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/St3HcNggB6I/AAAAAAAAARY/JpjutoWTDTE/s72-c/madge%20palmolive%20ad_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5924302483444151170</id><published>2009-09-29T08:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:45:48.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Goodnight House and Goodnight Mouse</title><content type='html'>It is four days until moving day and all of our belongings are jumping into boxes by themselves while a roll of packing tape zips through the house, seeking cardboard that needs sealing.  I WISH!  Actually, it is all going pretty well and on schedule.  It is sad how much I love those two words..."on schedule", but there it is and I cannot change who I am so instead I embrace my love of order and schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I did linger a bit in our guest room as I packed up the tangible remains of the life of my mother.  For those of you just tuning in here, my mother lived with me for the final year of her life and this month marks two years that she has been gone.  The day after her memorial service, I took all of her things that I wanted to keep and shoved them into a closet in our guest room and so it has taken me a little while to touch and smell each thing before putting it in a box.  I gazed around the guest room that she called home for her final year of life and remembered so many conversations we had and thought of all the old black and white movies we watched together, and I wondered to myself if the empty place she left inside me would ever stop aching.   I suspect not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have lived in lots of houses in many different cities, a path we chose together nearly twenty-one years ago when we agreed to go wherever God said and pour our hearts and lives into others.  But this is the first time I have felt sad about leaving a house.  Some of our friends have had the experience of raising their families in one place, maybe even one house, and there have been times I have envied them.  But just briefly.  I love all the amazing people we have met and friendships we have formed by living in different places and, while this way of life wreaks havoc on your finances, it does bring heaven to your heart.  Still, leaving this house hurts  and I am trying to make time to feel what I feel, grieving a little over the ending of a season of my life that was searingly painful and deliciously wonderful all at the same time.  How I am feeling reminds me of my very favorite children's story that my mother read to me when I was small, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodnight Moon&lt;/span&gt;.  Each page shows the little bunny saying goodnight to different things in his room until he finally tells the moon goodnight.  It is important to say goodnight to the the places and seasons and people that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Lake City.  Goodnight Christian Heritage Church.  Goodnight house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5924302483444151170?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5924302483444151170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5924302483444151170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5924302483444151170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5924302483444151170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodnight-house-and-goodnight-mouse.html' title='Goodnight House and Goodnight Mouse'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-7311945389152839563</id><published>2009-09-25T09:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:59:21.154-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>When God Closes a Home He Opens a Window</title><content type='html'>Let me start by giving credit for my catchy little title to my friend, Tim Smith.  His sense of humor...it is so choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, down to business.  If you are just tuning in, I have been chronicling our journey into the unknown and you can catch up by clicking &lt;a href="http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-to-my-castlebut-watch-your-step.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/tale-of-two-citiestaylor-style.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-asked-for-this.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-am-i-telling-you-all-of-this.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  We have been packing and praying, trusting that when our house closes in two short weeks we will not be homeless.  Homeless was just not on our list of options.  I am kidding of course, but my point is that we have been growing short on time (yesterday marked eight days left until moving day) and long on uncertainty.  The amazing thing about following God is that even when circumstances appear uncertain, God is a sure thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not according to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; timetable, which we waved bye-bye to long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the night before last we received an offer to move our family into the guest home of some very dear people.  Wow!  This offer will afford our family an opportunity to rest, pressure-free, and to "lie beside still waters" so that He can "restore our souls."  This totally confirmed that the Lord wants us in Valdosta, GA for this season of time that we know in our hearts is still transitional.  There will be more ministry ahead for us and we know in our hearts that God has us in a holding pattern for now.  And holding patterns are not so bad when you know Who is holding you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-7311945389152839563?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7311945389152839563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=7311945389152839563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/7311945389152839563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/7311945389152839563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-god-closes-home-he-opens-window.html' title='When God Closes a Home He Opens a Window'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-14176211081174939</id><published>2009-09-23T13:25:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:51:56.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authenticity'/><title type='text'>Why Am I Telling You All Of This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So glad you asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me personally are aware that I am anything but mysterious. I used to wish I could be an enigmatic, elusive personality that people were dying to figure out. Yeah...that's never going to happen.  I wear my heart on my sleeve and my opinions on the outside of my mouth, which gets me in a world of trouble.  Wide open though I am, there are places in my heart that are seen by invitation only, and I am particularly careful about displaying the details of my life during periods of transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my hubs and I have moved more than a few times in our almost twenty-one years together, and we have been the butt of more than a few jokes over the years. For so long the pain of being misunderstood overshadowed the beauty of knowing we had obeyed God.  There were times I would forget that when it is all said and done, His delight in me is what counts.Yet somehow my heart has reached that wide-open place of acceptance.  I have accepted who we are and the unconventional path He has called us to walk and I no longer look for the unexpected curves and contours of our life in God to mirror that of someone else.  The virgin Mary would have never found another whose path resembled hers.  And the truth is we are all "incubating" the life of Christ, but we must free one another to be the unique expression of that immense life, no matter how different from our own it may be. Oswald Chambers said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“God puts His saints where they will glorify Him, and we are no judges at all of where that is.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What utter freedom, what unending abandon there is in that truth.  He decides for me.  And you.  And no two paths are the same.  The community of believers should be like an art museum where we gaze with wonder and appreciation at the breathtaking differences in the lives of each believer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And that is why I have opened this part of our life for you to see.  I have written much about following Him at any cost and now I am giving you a peek at what that looks like for us and for our family, at least right now, at this moment.  It's weird.  It's unconventional.  But it's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?  What is God doing in you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-14176211081174939?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/14176211081174939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=14176211081174939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/14176211081174939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/14176211081174939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-am-i-telling-you-all-of-this.html' title='Why Am I Telling You All Of This?'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-1138094971084771725</id><published>2009-09-22T14:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:23:59.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>We Asked For This</title><content type='html'>I told you in &lt;a href="http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/tale-of-two-citiestaylor-style.html"&gt;my last post&lt;/a&gt; that all of the strangeness in which we are currently living is something that we asked for.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I did end that sentence in a preposition.  I can't be held responsible for my behavior at this time.   &lt;/span&gt;You see, we have three sons, two of whom are teenagers, and we have been praying some big prayers for them.  One year ago, the path of our life veered off into Timbuktu (figuratively, of course) and throughout this process we have asked God to show Himself to our boys in a big way.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FYI-be VERY CAREFUL what you pray for!&lt;/span&gt;  Never, ever do I want to demonstrate small living, small faith or a small God to my own kids.  I want them to taste the immensity that is God and His Kingdom so that they will become obsessed with following Him anywhere, anytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here we are, stuck between the Rock and a God place, with no plan B.  And we are watching, listening and waiting.  These are perfect conditions for God to show up and show out.  And my three sons are a captive audience for a God who never fails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back in soon.  I plan to tell you why on earth I am sharing so much of my personal life in such a public way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-1138094971084771725?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1138094971084771725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=1138094971084771725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1138094971084771725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1138094971084771725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-asked-for-this.html' title='We Asked For This'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-7390720185984296833</id><published>2009-09-22T12:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:08:29.773-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Cities...Taylor Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SrkSixW5e8I/AAAAAAAAARE/qXDrR6Mk5NM/s1600-h/wacky+clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SrkSixW5e8I/AAAAAAAAARE/qXDrR6Mk5NM/s200/wacky+clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384355218072370114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The clock is ticking and we are fast approaching moving day.  Our house is a flurry of cardboard, paper and questions and we are making every effort to move with calm assurance through a season that we do not fully understand in a way that honors God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is where we are.  My &lt;a href="http://www.ednbeth.blogspot.com/"&gt;hubs&lt;/a&gt; and I are considering two different cities and we are still not clear which one will be home.  Truthfully, we need a miracle in the arena of housing and so we are waiting to see in which city God will perform this amazing miracle.  And we now have...(you can hum to yourself while I count)...eleven days left until we have to move. We have less time than we originally thought because we realized we would have to move on a Saturday to have any help.  Now, I realize how utterly ridiculous this must sound to most people and even our own three sons, who are used to us and the way God usually leads us, are looking at us like we have lost our everloving minds.  But here is the thing...we asked for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would explain what I mean but I am running out of time!  Check back for the next installment of what has recently become my "reality blog"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-7390720185984296833?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7390720185984296833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=7390720185984296833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/7390720185984296833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/7390720185984296833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/tale-of-two-citiestaylor-style.html' title='A Tale of Two Cities...Taylor Style'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SrkSixW5e8I/AAAAAAAAARE/qXDrR6Mk5NM/s72-c/wacky+clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-4060543630360600311</id><published>2009-09-16T11:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:08:04.544-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authenticity'/><title type='text'>Welcome to My Castle...But Watch Your Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SrWo7oYlFOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8CXm0V9zDRU/s1600-h/castle+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SrWo7oYlFOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8CXm0V9zDRU/s320/castle+bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383394671997555938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lately, I have been considering the blogs that I am drawn to, the ones that I will read regardless of my busy schedule.  And do you know what they all have in common?  In each one the author is putting him or herself "out there" and what they write is real and authentic and I can't help but find that irresistible.  I'm not talking about the embarrassing kind of self-disclosure that makes you want to crawl under your couch and hide, like when you watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  I am talking about a real person who knows they are flawed and yet they let down their humanity like a drawbridge, inviting you to cross over the mote of outward appearance to see what the castle is really like inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have avoided writing about my own personal life in any real detail for the past year or so because it is hard to give someone a tour of a castle you hardly recognize.  The past twelve months have turned out to be one of the most surprising years of my life.  My husband of almost twenty-one years stepped out of vocational ministry to pursue a business opportunity which turned out to be a vehicle that God used to pull us off to the side where He could tell us some things we needed to hear.  And some dreams I thought were finally becoming tangible seem to be drifting off in the big, gray horizon, and I have been standing on the shore like Tom Hanks in Castaway, talking to myself and hoping that someone would show up and rescue me.  It has been a costly year for us in more ways than one and a year that has shaken the foundations of my faith.  And it's not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our home, that has been on the market for eighteen months, has sold and we are set to close in twenty days.  That means we have to move in nineteen days.  And we have no idea where we are going.  I said we have no idea where we are going.  I would like to point out that this is actually the second time that we have been all dressed up with nowhere to go so I am not freaking out.  I am going about my life, teaching my sons, writing, accepting speaking opportunities when they come and packing boxes, all the while breathing in and breathing out, expecting that God will show up before moving day and tell us where the heck He wants us to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have written a great deal about risk, adventure and the perils of shore-hugging but what I want to say today, at this moment in my life, is that I am feeling a little seasick.  And if I have ever given you the impression that launching out into the deep is only exciting and never frightening...well, I apologize.  Sometimes it just plain sucks (sorry, Sabrina).  I just wanted to set the record straight.  Because I am nothing if not honest and authentic, and while that may not make everyone comfortable, I can at least lay my head on my pillow at night and know that I have been real.  And real is seldom easy, usually uncomfortable and almost always messy.  Welcome to my very real and very messy life.  I will keep you posted..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-4060543630360600311?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4060543630360600311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=4060543630360600311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4060543630360600311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4060543630360600311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-to-my-castlebut-watch-your-step.html' title='Welcome to My Castle...But Watch Your Step'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SrWo7oYlFOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/8CXm0V9zDRU/s72-c/castle+bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5713299158158040735</id><published>2009-09-14T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:30:00.137-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>Hi, I'm Larry...This Is My Brother Darryl and This Is My Other Brother Darryl"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, I have been contemplating my life.  Where I am now....where I will be after our house closes on the 9th of next month...how on God's green earth we have come to be at this place where we find ourselves.  You know, things like that.  Just for the record, I have no answers.  But I do see that I am going to need a little more flexibility in my life.  So rather than have a regular posting schedule here on my funky little blog that is read by tens of people three times a week come rain or shine, I will instead be posting whenever the heck I feel like it.  So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so rebellious, so dangerous, so....naughty right now!  The idea of living life with no schedule!!!  Okay, seriously, I need you to know that I will only be posting when I have something fantastic to say that is entirely fueled by my passions and not by a posting schedule even though this violates all the rules of growing a wildly successful blog.  Fortunately for me, this blog of mine is not yet wildly successful so I can afford myself this freedom.  If you do not already subscribe to this blog via e-mail or in a reader, please check out the right margin and do that now.  You know you do not want to miss a thing here and I am just making it easy for you.  No need to thank me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, the title has nothing to do with this post.  I just like "Newhart" from the 1980's.  Big perms, ugly sweaters with shoulder pads and Bob Newhart...what's not to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5713299158158040735?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5713299158158040735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5713299158158040735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5713299158158040735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5713299158158040735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-im-larrythis-is-my-brother-darryl.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m Larry...This Is My Brother Darryl and This Is My Other Brother Darryl&quot;'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-2228026284349462365</id><published>2009-09-11T11:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:01:37.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brokenness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authenticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>9-11-01...If We Were to Ask God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What lies behind us, and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us."    -Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the ceremony of a day like today stirs us to pause and to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we were doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the needless loss of life that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day each year, some will be overcome with thankfulness, forgiveness and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others will still be nursing hatred and judgment and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were to ask God how He feels about what happened, I wonder what He would say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because He is "I Am" and not "I Was" or "I Will Be", I think He would ask us to look within and see how we have allowed the tragedies of yesterday and the heartbreak of today to change us and make us look like a truer reflection of His Image.  And although I am certain the events of 9-11-01 broke God's heart, I imagine that today He is more interested in whether or not His children are looking more like Him and if we are allowing His image to be reflected on the lost and the broken, the sick and the poor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I am thinking of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-2228026284349462365?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2228026284349462365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=2228026284349462365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/2228026284349462365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/2228026284349462365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/9-11-01if-we-were-to-ask-god.html' title='9-11-01...If We Were to Ask God'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5729168949409359444</id><published>2009-09-09T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:30:00.261-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abiding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Most People are Crappy Listeners (or A Question We Should Ask God)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SqbOXPtw2HI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LqmncbB9rCM/s1600-h/listening_ear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SqbOXPtw2HI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LqmncbB9rCM/s320/listening_ear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379213703691425906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people, it would seem to me, are crappy listeners who are excellent at talking about themselves and completely oblivious to their inability to actively listen to others.  If this is a gross generalization, then please forgive my painting with such a broad stroke.  I am sure there is a huge colony of people who are excellent listeners, expertly utilizing correct body language and conversational cues, that live in some remote corner of Montana and I just haven't had the pleasure of meeting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if most of us are poor listeners when it comes to our fellow man, then how must we behave when we enter the proverbial prayer closet?  Pretty much the same, I would wager.  So I ask you this: Have you ever gotten alone with God and asked Him this: "What do you want to talk about today, Lord?"  (cue the sound of crickets chirping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to challenge myself with this and I have been asking Him to take the lead in our time together.  It is astounding what comes out of this type of interaction with God.  It won't lower your cholesterol 20 points or shave ten pounds off of your waist, but it will increase your vision and improve your hearing.  And your heart?  Well, it will be more tender than you could ever imagine.  Go ahead...ask Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5729168949409359444?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5729168949409359444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5729168949409359444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5729168949409359444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5729168949409359444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/most-people-are-crappy-listeners-or.html' title='Most People are Crappy Listeners (or A Question We Should Ask God)'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SqbOXPtw2HI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LqmncbB9rCM/s72-c/listening_ear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-6506776192837804422</id><published>2009-09-04T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T05:30:00.513-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--From the Department of Completely Useless Information, I am happy to inform you that if you have had or are considering having your dog neutered, there is help on the way so that his self esteem need not suffer. Click here to read about &lt;a href="http://www.neuticles.com/"&gt;Neuticles&lt;/a&gt; if you are as concerned about your neutered pet's emotional health as I am about mine.  "It's like nothing ever changed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Tim Sanders (oh, I do respect this man) has written &lt;a href="http://sanderssays.typepad.com/sanders_says/2009/08/the-recession-is-over-in-this-house.html"&gt;another great post&lt;/a&gt; on scarcity thinking in regard to the current recession.  Take a minute to click over and read his words of life and encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I'm not saying that extended periods of transition and trying to sell ones house are stressful, but yesterday I gave one of my high school age sons his younger brother's math test by mistake.  He was NOT happy with me, but I am happy to report that my ninth grade son is, in fact, smarter than a fifth grader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--And speaking of stressful circumstances, my dog Kramer...you know, the little fuzzball that throws up everywhere in my house?  He had a seizure recently and , once I figured out he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; break dancing, I rushed him to the vet where he immediately returned to his normal state and peed all over the examination room floor.  It's all good though...the doctor assured me that if this keeps up, I can purchase pills that he will need to take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWICE A DAY FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hope you people have a blissfully happy holiday weekend.  I won't post on Monday because, well, if the postal employees don't have to work, then neither am I.  I will be back on Wednesday. Holla!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-6506776192837804422?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6506776192837804422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=6506776192837804422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6506776192837804422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6506776192837804422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-jumbles.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-822264573299047441</id><published>2009-09-02T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:19:10.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abiding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>In His Lap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sp3NOEH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Rc__HCh1q0s/s1600-h/jesus_child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sp3NOEH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Rc__HCh1q0s/s320/jesus_child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376679171658640834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was a child and it was my weekend to be with my daddy, I couldn't wait to get in his lap and feel his arms squeeze me close to him.  Nobody could hug me like he did.  The smell of his aftershave and the prickles of his whiskers on my cheek were medicine to my hurting little heart and I drank deeply every weekend that I spent with him, wishing that I could hug him every day.  Little boys and girls need the lavish affection of their fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past weeks, I trimmed away some of the distractions in my life for a while so I could pull in, narrow my focus and curl up next to God. I don't mean this to sound spooky- spiritual or religious. I just mean it for what it is...a little girl who needs more affection from her Daddy and the only way she knows to get it is to cuddle up next to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow many of us become so swept away with the distractions of life that we forget how badly we still need to curl up in our Heavenly Father's lap and drink Him in.  And sadly many of these distractions, some of them good things or, even worse, ministry things, become poor substitutes for what our souls desperately need...lavish affection from the only One who knows who we really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you sat in His lap&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-822264573299047441?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/822264573299047441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=822264573299047441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/822264573299047441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/822264573299047441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-his-lap.html' title='In His Lap'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sp3NOEH0bcI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Rc__HCh1q0s/s72-c/jesus_child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-6759170745033349160</id><published>2009-09-01T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T05:30:01.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>Hi...Remember Me???</title><content type='html'>Yes, my friends, I am alive and well.  Rumors of my untimely demise have been greatly exaggerated.  I have, however, enjoyed a wonderful month of solitude...well, as much solitude as one can enjoy living with three sons.  I have really missed all of you wonderful people though, and I am glad to be back.  I can't wait to share all of my highly important and life-changing thoughts with you.  I am sure you have slept little over this past month in breathless anticipation of what I might write.  Okay, seriously, I really do have some things to say...just not today.  I might possibly have let September slip up on me.  Don't hate me for it.&lt;br /&gt;I will be back on Wednesday, as usual.  Have a splendiferous week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-6759170745033349160?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6759170745033349160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=6759170745033349160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6759170745033349160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6759170745033349160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/hiremember-me.html' title='Hi...Remember Me???'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-814486036394335531</id><published>2009-08-03T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T05:30:00.332-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abiding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>In The Stillness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="entry-author-name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="item-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nothing in all creation is so like God as stillness.&lt;br /&gt;Meister Eckhart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 46:10  "Be still and know that I am God."&lt;br /&gt;When I consider what it means to be still and to know Him as God, I think of the mysteries of the cocoon and the resulting transformation that takes place after a season of isolation, of darkness and of stillness.  And none of this "cocooning" takes place quickly but over the course of time.  To the casual observer it would seem that nothing is happening. Some may regard being still as idle, unproductive and wasteful, but nothing could be further from the truth.  To be still before God is to silence the myriad distractions that life has to offer and to focus on the extravagance of simply enjoying His presence. It is possible in this unhurried exchange that our pressing questions might be answered, our deepest hurts healed and our priorities become realigned, but more often than not, those things just fade into the background and the nearness of God becomes all that we see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we must be intentional in setting aside seasons to seal ourselves into a "cocoon" where we are forced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; stillness and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;away from &lt;/span&gt;distraction.  This doesn't have to happen in an isolated retreat setting.  It can simply mean cutting out so much of the "excess" activity in our lives for a season. The sole purpose is to spend longer quantities of unhurried time with God, soaking in His Presence and becoming preoccupied with Him and Him alone.  This is such a time for me.  For the month of August I will not be spending time on Facebook and I will not be posting anything on my blog.  I sincerely hope this won't kill my blog traffic and that you will all be here when I return in September, but regardless, this is what I need to do.  I am really looking forward to the stillness and when I return, I hope to have some tasty things to share with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy August!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-814486036394335531?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/814486036394335531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=814486036394335531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/814486036394335531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/814486036394335531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-stillness.html' title='In The Stillness'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-1482394824321763922</id><published>2009-07-27T05:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T05:30:00.598-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>Everybody Needs A Little Time Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am taking the next week off from my blog.  I will be back on Monday, August 3rd. Hang in there with me, friends, as I try to catch my breath and figure out where to go from here.  Have a great week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-1482394824321763922?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1482394824321763922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=1482394824321763922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1482394824321763922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1482394824321763922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/everybody-needs-little-time-away.html' title='Everybody Needs A Little Time Away...'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5300247757580483504</id><published>2009-07-25T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T05:30:00.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Get Your Groove On</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5300247757580483504?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5300247757580483504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5300247757580483504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5300247757580483504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5300247757580483504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-your-groove-on.html' title='Get Your Groove On'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-8937580790427779876</id><published>2009-07-24T05:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T05:30:00.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--This just in from the Department of Disease Control and Extreme Neuroses:  It came to my attention this past week that the coffee stirrers at Starbucks fall under the same unfortunate contamination risk as the toothpicks that were tested back in the 1980's for traces of urine.  You remember that study... where they tested the unwrapped toothpicks in the dispensers on restaurant counters only to discover traces of urine and other yummy bacteria.  (This is where I was going to reference this study, thus proving my thorough and dependable reporting skills only I couldn't find one.  It's true though.  You can trust me.)  I realized this when I met a friend for coffee this past week and was in need of a stirrer.  Sadly, I have been to Starbucks hundreds of times and this is the first time I thought of this. What kind of racket are they running?  No way am I stirring my mocha with a urine stick.  Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--My children have all been away this whole week and I have made some startling discoveries:&lt;br /&gt;    1.  I enjoy extended periods of quiet.  Okay this is not new information but it was worth pointing out.&lt;br /&gt;    2.  There have not been any blobs of toothpaste in any sinks and no toilet seats left up.  I have been suspecting them all along but this just confirms my husband's innocence.&lt;br /&gt;    3.  Our grocery bill hit a record low this week, confirming my suspicions that boys really do have hollow legs.&lt;br /&gt;    4.   I enjoy extended periods of quiet.   Oh, wait...I already mentioned that.&lt;br /&gt;    5.   I am waaaaaaay more productive when there are no arguments to referee and I am not constantly saying, "Turn that lousy excuse for music down!" or "Which part of 'NO' do you not understand?"&lt;br /&gt;    6.   I miss my hungry, messy, loud, toothpaste wasting bottomless pits when they are not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The sands of July are quickly running out...hope you are living big this summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-8937580790427779876?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8937580790427779876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=8937580790427779876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8937580790427779876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8937580790427779876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-jumbles_24.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-8710998672081554604</id><published>2009-07-22T05:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T05:30:00.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk-taking'/><title type='text'>The Seeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Earth's crammed with heaven,&lt;br /&gt;And every common bush afire with God;&lt;br /&gt;But only he who &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sees&lt;/span&gt; takes off his shoes;&lt;br /&gt;The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written many posts on this blog about&lt;a href="http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2008/10/risky-business.html"&gt; taking risks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/02/soul-speak.html"&gt;exploring unknown places&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2008/09/adventure-continues.html"&gt;launching the proverbial boat towards deep waters&lt;/a&gt;.  And I have meant every word I have written as I feel passionately about not settling for status quo.  That being said, I have been thinking a great deal about air travel and the altitudes at which different aircraft fly.  And I want to share some thoughts that I have about this in relation to the topic of risk-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different aircraft are assigned particular altitudes based on a number of factors; direction, distance being flown, and the size of the plane.  The ideal altitude for each craft is the one that has them flying most efficiently and thus using less fuel.  Passenger jets typically fly between 31,000 and 37,000 feet.  Smaller business jets operate up to 45,000 feet.  And the Concorde has flown as high as 51,000 impressive feet, a height at which one can often see the curvature of the earth.  Air traffic controllers determine when, where, and how high planes will fly based on all of these factors with the goal of getting people where they need to be safely, efficiently and without hurting others in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point here is that risk for the sake of risk is a life of madness. Risk for the sake of obedience to God is life at it's very best.  And risk looks different for each individual.  Some will be required, in the tradition of Star Trek, "to boldly go where no man has gone before", to hit the heights of the Concorde.   For some, the greatest risk will be to stay the course, cruising at a normal altitude, when running off impulsively is easier.  No one can define what is risk for another.  Some will see risk and call it irresponsible while others will view a sound decision and say it lacks the vitality of adventure.  Only the person taking the next step, in harmony with the heart of God, is capable of making that call.  One thing is most certain...we were all created for high adventure, for ardent, technicolor living, and for, as Mark Batterson calls it, "refusing to allow your human responsibilities to get in the way of pursuing the passions God puts in your heart."     Technicolor living is the full embrace of your own life, wrapping one arm securely around whatever risks He calls you to take and wrapping the other arm tightly around the beautiful mundaneness of the everyday.  The ability to see the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fire &lt;/span&gt;that is right in front of you only happens when you are seeing your life through His eyes.  The key is in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-8710998672081554604?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8710998672081554604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=8710998672081554604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8710998672081554604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8710998672081554604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/seeing.html' title='The Seeing'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-3363541404662029921</id><published>2009-07-20T05:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:09:34.638-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>What Is Wrong With The Church: Some Simple Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Churches, like individuals, come in all shapes and sizes with varying personalities, purposes and visions.  Some are full of life and draw you in, beckoning you to become a part of its' vitality.  Others are cold, arid and devoid of life, causing you to want to run for the door like one might hurry to leave a mausoleum.  The living won't linger among the dead.  And many, many are somewhere in between, unremarkable, uninspiring and largely unattended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I attended a service at &lt;a href="http://www.crosswaychurch.com/"&gt;a church&lt;/a&gt; that is full to bursting with the life of God and I came away encouraged, challenged, and hungry for more.   More of God and more of healthy body life.  And just for the record, that is how I believe church should be.  It seems that everyone has their own idea of what church should or should not look like and some believe that their way is the only way.  But, if I might make a bold assertion, I don't believe God is the least bit offended by diversity.  The last thing He is going to be crammed into is a man-sized box designed to formularize  the God of the universe and the "building of His church", which is His job-not ours.  (Matt 16:18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does offend Him is pride, which, oddly enough, is at the root of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every problem&lt;/span&gt; that is encountered in the church.  Pride elevates self over God and this is, quite simply, what threatens the furthering of the Gospel and the very life of the church.  It would seem to me that if we stopped trying to do His job (building the church) and merely cooperated with Him by disregarding self, adoring Him, and loving others.....the church would explode in such a way that our finite minds never imagined.  I don't pretend to have all of the answers and I don't even know what such cooperation with Him should necessarily look like.  I suspect it will look gloriously different in different places.  But always is will be devoid of pride.  Always His children would refuse to focus on what they find disagreeable in the church and choose to focus on all that is good and right in His Face.  Simplistic, I know, but I am foolish enough to believe that the Gospel was intended to be just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-3363541404662029921?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3363541404662029921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=3363541404662029921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3363541404662029921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3363541404662029921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-wrong-with-church-some-simple.html' title='What Is Wrong With The Church: Some Simple Thoughts'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5597331351120104339</id><published>2009-07-18T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T05:30:00.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Completely Freaky</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_UxhPbMyy8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_UxhPbMyy8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5597331351120104339?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5597331351120104339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5597331351120104339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5597331351120104339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5597331351120104339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/completely-freaky.html' title='Completely Freaky'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-8997304353030739135</id><published>2009-07-17T05:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T05:30:00.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--Conversation that took place at my house this week:&lt;br /&gt;14-year-old son: "Can I take my coffee into my bedroom?"&lt;br /&gt;44-year-old dad: "Can you keep from spilling it on the carpet?"&lt;br /&gt;14-year-old son: "Dad, I am 14...not 4."&lt;br /&gt;44-year-old dad: "True, but you just microwaved a metal spoon..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I know I refer to Tim Sanders frequently here, but he just says so many things that make sense.  Check out &lt;a href="http://sanderssays.typepad.com/sanders_says/2009/07/dont-give-bad-phone-1.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; on cell phone conversations.  It is good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The tragedy of the week involves my poor laptop.   Apparently something unfortunate happened to the keyboard and now the "shift" key is broken and the a, a ..."A" key sticks and it is a hopeless mess that has sent me spiraling into a deep depression.   so, &lt;a href="http://ednbeth.blogspot.com/"&gt;my hubs&lt;/a&gt; recommended taking it in to Dr. Hard Drive, but i just cannot bring myself to enter an establishment that sounds like the name of an adult film star.   i mean really.   but clearly i cannot live without my shift key and without capital letters in my life.  and "a"s that stick?  don't even get me started! what's a girl to do/    do/   do?   i will tell you what...my hubs took it in because he isn't concerned much with his reputation and, quite honestly, he has been to see dr. hard drive before.  it's his dirty little secret.  well, up until now, that is.   sooo, here's hoping that i get back in the land of capital letters.  and "a"s that don't stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--oh, and in case you want to get all sassy with me and leave me a comment telling me that my keyboard has two shift keys, let me spare you the trouble.  my sons, all three, pointed this out already and i let them know that when i took typing in high school, i always used the left shift key and i have no living idea how to even use the right one.  it would be like trying to paint with my toes, okay?  sorry.  i have been a wee bit out of sorts this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--have a lovely weekend.  hope it is filled with shifts that work and "a"s that don't stick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-8997304353030739135?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8997304353030739135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=8997304353030739135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8997304353030739135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8997304353030739135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-jumbles_17.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5179851148011426147</id><published>2009-07-15T05:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T05:30:00.378-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk-taking'/><title type='text'>Dust Buster</title><content type='html'>Last night I saw 75-year-old grandma do stand up comedy, a 35-year-old cancer survivor sing opera like an angel and a nine-year-old electric guitar player who made my chin drop.  I am NOT a fan of reality television but I caught a few minutes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;America's Got Talent&lt;/span&gt; last night and I went to bed feeling inspired.  The world is full of people who say "you can't" every day.  Bruce Wilkinson, author of&lt;a href="http://www.brucewilkinson.com/resources.html"&gt; The Dream Giver&lt;/a&gt;, calls these people border bullies.  And because most border bullies are well-meaning people who cling faithfully to the obviously attainable, they can be very convincing as they seek to keep dreamers "grounded".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love seeing people at least try to go somewhere that others say is impossible.   That show may be a vehicle I would not necessarily choose, but I love to see a dreamer step out of the everyday to shoot for an extraordinary moment.  I have a teenage son who dreams some pretty big dreams and I am not about to tie his feet to the ground.  Someone's son has to grow up to be the rock star...why not mine?  The world is full of nay-sayers, and disappointment and circumstances alone will challenge hopes and threaten dreams--why should I stand on my own child's border and ask "why?" when I can shout "why not!  "I believe one of my strengths is helping people, my own sons included, to dare to believe they can do whatever they love.  There are too many people getting paid to do what they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; while their passions sit on a shelf and collect dust.  And I love to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; do some dusting&lt;/span&gt; and see people really love their lives and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pursue their passions&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5179851148011426147?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5179851148011426147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5179851148011426147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5179851148011426147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5179851148011426147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/dust-buster.html' title='Dust Buster'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-8404392007614344091</id><published>2009-07-13T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:03:50.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Learning to Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm46:10  "Be still (cease striving) and know that I am God..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a direct relationship between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waiting in stillness&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing God&lt;/span&gt;.  When we cease our striving and our religious activity long enough to rest quietly in the stillness, we find that He is there.  Jeremiah 29:13 says, "You will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart."  This seeking and searching has been mistaken for activity and in a society drunk with accomplishing more in less time so that we can get even more done, most of us do not have the vaguest understanding of what this means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activity associated with searching and striving is for those who are unwilling to exist in the quiet places of the soul where God accomplishes great works that are largely unseen.  He tells us to be still and in that stillness, that waiting....there He is found.  And that is the great secret of seeking.  Waiting is not passive and fruitless, a waste of precious time.  It is an intentional repositioning of ourselves at His feet, knowing that transformation will surely come.  Waiting in stillness is the divine mandate that most of us miss and so He must orchestrate our circumstances in such a way that we are forced into periods of waiting.  But when we embrace this waiting and this stillness we find places in our own souls that we did not know existed and it is there that we see the reflection of His face, the branding of His image.  And that is where we are changed and transformed.  Sue Monk Kidd defines this paradox as "achieving our deepest progress standing still."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are divine pockets of waiting throughout life that hold deep treasures and it is only the ones who are willing to embrace the stillness and to wait on Him that discover that this treasure is but more of Him.  For years I wrestled with this, acquiescing on the outside but resisting and resenting within.  It has only been recently that I have wrapped my arms around this thing called waiting so that I might discover the depths of truly knowing Him.   Give yourself permission to pull away, to cease so much activity, to engage in quiet waiting.  The "knowing" is worth all the "waiting".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-8404392007614344091?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8404392007614344091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=8404392007614344091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8404392007614344091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8404392007614344091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/learning-to-wait.html' title='Learning to Wait'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-1522454933664275957</id><published>2009-07-10T05:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:30:00.505-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--One of the blogs I follow is Jeremie Kubicek over at &lt;a href="http://www.giantperspectives.com/"&gt;Giant Perspectives&lt;/a&gt;.  He writes on leadership and recently posted &lt;a href="http://www.giantperspectives.com/read/the_what_why_and_how_of_reading/"&gt;The What, Why and How of Reading&lt;/a&gt;.  It is no secret that I am a huge fan of reading, both for recreation and for personal/professional growth, and I found this post to be encouraging and insightful.  Just sharing the love...cause that is what I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Those of you who know me are aware that I can be quite absent-minded at times.  On some levels this can be cute and quirky.  This week, however, I took it to a whole new level.  A much LOWER level.  I was making homemade chocolate ice cream for the bottomless pits that live in my house and had completely assembled my trusty Alton Brown recommended ice cream maker.  Or so I thought.  After preparing the ingredients and pouring them through the opening at the top, I was astounded to see no churning action going on and all of the delicious chocolatey goodness was running out all over the counter.  Now, I ask you...what kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; individual forgets the FREEZER BOWL in the whole ice cream making process???  Uuummmm....that would be me.  Obviously thinking was not involved that day.  It was a small miracle that I didn't totally destroy our favorite small appliance. &lt;br /&gt;**please note that no small animals or children were harmed during this process.  I, however, was thoroughly ridiculed by every member of my family, including my visiting sister**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Fav quote:  "The shell must be cracked apart if what is in it is to come out, for if you want the kernel, you must break the shell."   ~Meister &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eckhart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--In case you didn't know, having your shell cracked is agony.  And that is all I am going to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I am headed to the great state of Alabama this weekend for a wedding ( I love weddings). Our very special friends, Greg and Pam Rogers, who planted and pastor &lt;a href="http://www.tuscaloosalife.org/"&gt;Tuscaloosa Life Church&lt;/a&gt; will be watching one of their sons marry the love of his life.  I love weddings...did I mention that?  My favorite moment is when the bride appears because I love, love, love seeing the look on the groom's face when he sees her for the first time and watches her come toward him.  It makes me think of the joy it must give the Lord when He looks at me and at you, His bride, coming toward Him.  And it makes me want to draw nearer still to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do have a wonderous weekend!  See you on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-1522454933664275957?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1522454933664275957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=1522454933664275957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1522454933664275957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1522454933664275957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-jumbles.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-8482011431932474272</id><published>2009-07-08T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:09:01.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abiding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Soulmaking</title><content type='html'>When a husband and wife come together in the most intimate of connections it is called lovemaking.    Love is not actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; in the act of sex, it is merely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expressed&lt;/span&gt; in a wildly intense way that only God could have imagined.  And when each of us joins together in the closest of intimacy with our Heavenly Father, it is called soulmaking.  Likewise, the soul is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; in the intimate dance between the Father and child but it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expressed&lt;/span&gt; in a wildly intense way that, again, only God could have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an ineffible discovery of soul and self and eternal identity that can only be realized in the tender moments of exchange  and connection between Father and child.  And the self that is realized is really just the true reflection of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who He is&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; He desires His image to be reflected in us. And these reflections of His face in each of us are as unique and different as each snowflake that falls to the earth, not one resembling any other.  It is &lt;a href="http://www.sixwise.com/newsletters/06/11/15/are-no-two-snowflakes-really-alike-and-other-amazing-snowflake-facts--amp-pictures.htm"&gt;the constantly changing environment within a cloud that makes each snowflake uniquely different&lt;/a&gt; and so it is with each of us...our ever changing surroundings cause us to be a reflection of the Father's heart and face unlike any other.  This must cause the heart of our wildly creative God to burst with excitement over the endless expressions of His true self that are then possible to be seen and enjoyed in the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, many of us have been deceived into viewing such exchanges with God in much the same casual way that so many view sex.  It is for our own gratification, serving the purpose of meeting a base need in such a way that the heart need not ever be engaged.  How cheap and shallow an imitation is this of the deeper reality that He intends for us to know when our hearts are engaged and our souls are brought to life in a fiery, breath-taking intertwining of flesh with the divine.  Soulmaking is an incomprehensible union worthy of our pursuit that will move us toward, as Sue Monk Kidd puts it, "recovering all that is lost and orphaned within us and restoring the divine image imprinted on our soul."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-8482011431932474272?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8482011431932474272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=8482011431932474272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8482011431932474272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8482011431932474272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/soulmaking.html' title='Soulmaking'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-6199495099809174769</id><published>2009-07-06T05:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:30:04.934-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authenticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>Desert Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SlFeV6ZAU_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/xmxWbgiX2gA/s1600-h/desert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SlFeV6ZAU_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/xmxWbgiX2gA/s320/desert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355165162464629746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When all of your writing comes from the deep places in your heart, but your heart is aching, dry and arid, it is difficult to string together words that will bring life to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why write at such times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that many who write songs do their best work in the dark hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the writing that has spoken to me the most has come from people who were transparent when hiding would have been easier, and watching them move forward even when broken has somehow brought life to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding is easy and avoiding banal platitudes that are oddly suffocating is far more appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow people worth following are the ones who smell like the desert.  They have known hunger and thirst and barrenness and can be trusted to bring food and water and life to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you really be an oasis if you have never known the aching need for one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All of my servants on their way to the High Places have had to make this detour through the desert...I bring my people into Egypt that they, too, may be threshed and ground into the finest powder and may become bread corn for the use of others."&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hinds' Feet On High Places&lt;/span&gt; by Hannah Hurnard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-6199495099809174769?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6199495099809174769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=6199495099809174769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6199495099809174769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6199495099809174769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/desert-places.html' title='Desert Places'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SlFeV6ZAU_I/AAAAAAAAAQU/xmxWbgiX2gA/s72-c/desert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-6005048468578187244</id><published>2009-07-05T10:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:57:35.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authenticity'/><title type='text'>Honest Scrap Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SlC-qBYYPuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/37ULnf2UwHU/s1600-h/hscrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SlC-qBYYPuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/37ULnf2UwHU/s200/hscrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354989586077990626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Cee Lew, from beautiful South Australia has recently awarded me the Honest Scrap Award for honesty and authenticity in my blog writing.  This was an honor to me as I have always sought to be both in everything I say, do or write.  And Cee is a picture of authenticity herself.  Pop over &lt;a href="http://ceelew.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and check out what she has going on in her corner of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep this award, there are some rules by which I (and future recipients) must abide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1) Say thanks and give a link to the presenter of the award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(97, 46, 0); font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Share "ten honest things" about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3) Present this award to 7 others whose blogs I find brilliant in content and/or design, or those who have encouraged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4) Tell those 7 people that they've been awarded HONEST SCRAP and inform them of these guidelines in receiving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the "ten honest things about myself":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I have a deep desire to leave a legacy of my writing that will make a mark on others the way the writing of certain others has marked me.&lt;br /&gt;--My three sons are the joy and delight of my heart and if I do no other great thing, I will have raised three men who will make a difference in this world.&lt;br /&gt;--My faith in Jesus Christ is the foundation of who I am and the reason that I live.&lt;br /&gt;--I love and adore dark chocolate and I hate and detest spiders.&lt;br /&gt;--I desire to travel the United States and see every place my heart has longed to see here.&lt;br /&gt;--Then I want to travel the globe and see the rest of this spinning orb that God created.&lt;br /&gt;--I do truly believe that marriage can be heaven on earth and my husband is easily the finest unexpected gift I have ever received.  Life with him is an endless treasure.&lt;br /&gt;--Regardless of how dark the path of my life can sometimes be, I really do love life, the mundane or the exciting, and I thank God for this life I have and I would trade places with no one.&lt;br /&gt;--Two other things I wanted to be as a girl were a world-class tennis player or an Academy Award winning actress. &lt;br /&gt;--Besides my family, my close friends who feed and encourage my soul are my favorite things. And really, family and true friends are what make us so very rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to offer this fine award to 7 others (and in random order, mind you):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erica Orzechowski of &lt;a href="http://ewatersorz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ponderings&lt;/a&gt; for her uncompromising authenticity.  I have always respected that she is true to who she is.  After all, pretending in order to please others is such a waste of precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachel Grubb of &lt;a href="http://grubbymama.blogspot.com/"&gt;So I've Been Thinking&lt;/a&gt; for encouraging me to make time for my gift.  I can't wait to see where her gifts take her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bruce Goddard of &lt;a href="http://viewfromahearse.blogspot.com/"&gt;View From A Hearse&lt;/a&gt; for making life in a southern town a thing to be treasured and even envied.  He writes from a heart that authentically loves where he came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joylene Green of &lt;a href="http://joylenegreen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Therapy&lt;/a&gt; for giving real-life encouragement to her readers on living a healthy and whole-hearted life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://ednbeth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eddie Taylor&lt;/a&gt; for being a man who lives a life others should envy.  He follows God anywhere and he is the same man at home that he is in public.  There is no other like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Adrienne Scott of &lt;a href="http://www.adriennescott.blogspot.com/"&gt;In the Meanwhile&lt;/a&gt; for being exactly who she is.  I have always respected her walk with God and any reflections in her writing of that walk are well worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jen Walsh of &lt;a href="http://chairrocker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chair Rocker&lt;/a&gt;.  Many times I have popped over to her blog and read words that I needed so very much in that moment.  Her words are always real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-6005048468578187244?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6005048468578187244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=6005048468578187244' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6005048468578187244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6005048468578187244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5507469535149960401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5507469535149960401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5507469535149960401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-i-heart-this-song.html' title='Because I Heart This Song'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5905677486188799620</id><published>2009-07-03T05:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T05:30:03.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles: Beach Edition</title><content type='html'>Observations from the seaside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--All food tastes better at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;--Calories do not matter while away at the beach and watching what you eat is completely unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;--Some people are under the complete misapprehension that swimsuits are one size fits all.&lt;br /&gt;--Bologna sandwiches are tastier with sand in them.&lt;br /&gt;--Coke for breakfast is acceptable, even recommended, at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;--God made spray on sunscreen and I love Him for this.&lt;br /&gt;--It is okay to leave your beds unmade for the duration of your time at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;--Hanging over your balcony and yelling loud, obnoxious greetings at the people walking by is frowned upon by some folks.&lt;br /&gt;--There are actually people in the world who think it is okay to leave dirty diapers and tampon applicators on the beach.  This is a great mystery to me that I do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;--O'Steens in St. Augustine, FL has the best fried shrimp on the planet.  And they are deveined...bonus points for that!&lt;br /&gt;--It is not considered abusive to bury your children in sand and then take pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;--Chubby, naked babies running around on the beach are cute. Chubby, nearly naked men of retirement age running around on the beach are nauseating.  Add excessive back hair to the equation and you might need to take some Pepto.&lt;br /&gt;--My first book will be entitled "Men With Excessive Back Hair and the Women Who Love Them But Not Enough to Help Them Get Rid of It."  You can pre-order your copy in the comment section.&lt;br /&gt;--Certain boys I know think that chlorine can serve as shampoo for the duration of an entire week.  This is not recommended.  I repeat-NOT recommended.&lt;br /&gt;--Being at the beach requires lots of energy.  This explains the necessity of eating 6-8 meals a day.  That is my story and I am sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;--And finally, responsible parents do NOT allow their sons to use blow dart guns to kill innocent frogs from the safety and comfort of their condo balcony.  For the record, this was another family with questionable parenting skills and not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Fourth of July weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5905677486188799620?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5905677486188799620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5905677486188799620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5905677486188799620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5905677486188799620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-jumbles-beach-edition.html' title='Friday Jumbles: Beach Edition'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-3794222837386519923</id><published>2009-07-02T05:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:30:01.787-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brokenness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><title type='text'>Sticks and Stones</title><content type='html'>I'm not trying to wear out the MJ thing but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read recently that, growing up, Michael Jackson was teased a great deal by his father and that he was reported to have said to his son, "God, your nose is big!"  In a 2003 documentary, Michael was reported to have said that when performing he would have been happier wearing a mask.  Nothing done to a person in childhood &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excuses&lt;/span&gt;  adult behaviors and choices, but we often forget what careless words said to a child can do and the lasting effects of those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RVhUsgbETpw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RVhUsgbETpw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-3794222837386519923?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3794222837386519923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=3794222837386519923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3794222837386519923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3794222837386519923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/sticks-and-stones.html' title='Sticks and Stones'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-8956781442707473116</id><published>2009-07-01T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T05:30:05.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Let Them Eat Cupcakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border: medium none ;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SkqvoxITrwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kvYRIdc_lAA/s1600-h/June+2009+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SkqvoxITrwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kvYRIdc_lAA/s320/June+2009+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353284222001065730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, dear friends, was our recent St. Augustine discovery.  We vacation here nearly every summer and just after we left last year, this little slice of heavenly yumminess opened up near Old Town on San Marco Ave.  It is called LuLi's and they pretty much just sell cupcakes. Now, I have always held cupcakes in high esteem, but this just put them over the top for me.  This experience must have been something akin to the devout Mormon making a pilgrimage to Salt Lake City.  I felt as though I had come home.  To the great Temple of Cupcake  Deliciousness.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Skq4tRv-ygI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FjP1yHZ8qt4/s1600-h/June+2009+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Skq4tRv-ygI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FjP1yHZ8qt4/s320/June+2009+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353294195081529858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my middle boy shoving a peanut butter cupcake into his face.  I love my middle boy.  And we both love peanut butter.  And though I cannot verify this, I am pretty sure that peanut butter loves us.  My big man ordered the keylime pie cupcake which was beyond amazing and my baby boy had the cookies and cream cupcake but he didn't share.  My oldest boy didn't get one and we figured out why when he threw up in the van on the way back to the condo.  We were&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Skq65UNT3aI/AAAAAAAAAQE/K2wy5oJ1iaM/s1600-h/June+2009+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Skq65UNT3aI/AAAAAAAAAQE/K2wy5oJ1iaM/s320/June+2009+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353296600923102626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just thankful there was not a peristaltic chain reaction among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the magical display of cupcake grandeur.  It changed my life forever and, if you get the chance to stop in at LuLi's next time you are in St.Augustine, Florida, it will change your life, too.  I promise. I promise on all that is good and chocolate in this world.  And I do not make chocolate promises lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-8956781442707473116?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8956781442707473116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=8956781442707473116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8956781442707473116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8956781442707473116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-them-eat-cupcakes.html' title='Let Them Eat Cupcakes...'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SkqvoxITrwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kvYRIdc_lAA/s72-c/June+2009+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-7194308194627272693</id><published>2009-06-30T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:30:02.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that are NOT right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Never Meant To Be</title><content type='html'>In the wake of his recent and untimely death, I have been thinking a great deal about Michael Jackson.  Like him, love him or hate him, it doesn't diminish the effect that this man had on the music industry and an entire generation worldwide.  We all know that he was an incredibly gifted little boy who ended up a deeply disturbed and broken man.  What has gripped my heart is the reality of what fame and idolatry must do to any person.  Because the fact is, we were never created to be worshiped and adored and so to receive the kind of attention this man lived with his entire life must have been a crushing burden.  Yeah, yeah, I know...he signed up for it and in the process amassed a fortune that many would envy.  But I would never want to know the reality of being worshiped and idolized.  This was not even a reality until technology made it possible to be known to so many throughout the globe and now, thanks to vehicles like YouTube, anyone can be famous and very quickly.  But it has always been appealing to humanity.  What did the serpent offer the first woman?  That she would be like God.  And what does celebrity on such a grand scale offer a man or woman?  The kind of renown and adoration that only God should ever experience.  He can handle it.  We cannot.    And it breaks my heart to see what it does to a person.  And it also breaks my heart to hear the masses crticize the giants when they fall whether those giants are in politics, entertainment, church leadership or business.  So many of them do fall and the bigger the giant, the bigger the fall.  And you know why?  Because it was just never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/15SxqqwF63U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/15SxqqwF63U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-7194308194627272693?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7194308194627272693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=7194308194627272693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/7194308194627272693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/7194308194627272693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-meant-to-be.html' title='Never Meant To Be'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-668605989880655898</id><published>2009-06-29T05:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:30:05.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>I Am Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SkVybP2RXqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/HlENn_PvgYY/s1600-h/Beach+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SkVybP2RXqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/HlENn_PvgYY/s320/Beach+chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351809544635899554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right, my bloggy friends, I am away at the beach for a little R &amp;amp; R with my family.  I would not even try to tell you how draining the past twelve months have been for us, but suffice it to say that it has felt at times like we have been climbing the cliffs of insanity from The Princess Bride.  And I am afraid of heights.  Anyway, we have found a way to get away to my favorite place to be so I may or may not be around this week.  I think I will just leave you dangling so check back here and see what might pop up.  I will definitely be back in full swing next Monday.  Don't.... forget me when I'm gone.....my heart would break....I have loved you for so long....It's all I can take....&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, sorry.  A little Glass Tiger for your Monday pleasure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-668605989880655898?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/668605989880655898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=668605989880655898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/668605989880655898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/668605989880655898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-here.html' title='I Am Here...'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SkVybP2RXqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/HlENn_PvgYY/s72-c/Beach+chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-3565839407537134211</id><published>2009-06-26T05:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:48:24.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--So, I sat in the Publix parking lot the other day for what seemed like forever and do you know what I was waiting for???  I will tell you.  I was waiting for the car that was three cars ahead of me and that car was waiting for a choice parking spot.  I would like to just note that the driver of the parked car was taking his sweet time loading his groceries into his car and he was even loading drinks into his cooler.  Clearly this was going to be a long process but the prime parking spot hopeful was undaunted and was evidently determined that they MUST have that one parking spot. Now, I know it has been about 12000 degrees outside every day and nobody wants to be in the heat for longer than they have to, but why do people (most of whom are perfectly healthy and able to walk a hundred feet or so across a parking lot) insist on waiting for the closest parking spot, causing a twelve car pile up behind them, rather than just taking any old spot and just walk for the love of all that is good in this world!!???!!  Sorry.  Tangent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If you have the desire to see the movie, "He Is Just Not That Into You", I recommend that you take two aspirin and lie down until the urge passes.  It was not worth the four dollars I spent renting it or the gas I burned driving to Blockbuster.  You can trust me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Apparently there is profit in avoiding pregnancy for teen girls now in the state of North Carolina.  I don't want to just be critical because I do see the motivation behin&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;d &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,529037,00.html"&gt;this program&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but really now...we are paying human beings to do what used to be a moral minimum.  How did we get to this place?  I suppose that, since we have reduced human sexuality to an animal urge that is beyond our control so we pass out birth control in place of self-control, it is a natural progression that we would begin offering financial incentives to help regulate moral behaviors.  But that is just how I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;a href="http://www.leadingsmart.com/leadingsmart/"&gt;Tim Stevens&lt;/a&gt; had a great post on his blog yesterday about how we do church in America.  Frankly, I hate the phrase "do church" and for the record those were not words he used in this post but they are words that church leaders, myself included, have often used.  I totally agree with his assertions about the busyness and programming of most churches and the expectations we place on Joe or Sally Churchgoer.  Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.leadingsmart.com/leadingsmart/2009/06/hey-churchtheyre-just-not-that-into-you.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I am headed to the ole' home town this weekend to see family and go to Crossway Church.  Our very close friends, Rodney and Renee Thrift, planted &lt;a href="http://www.crosswaychurch.com/"&gt;Crossway Church&lt;/a&gt; almost seven years ago and God has been amazing them all ever since.  If you ever get to the Southeast corner of Georgia, you have to stop in and experience Crossway Church.  Tell them I sent you and you might get asked off the property.  Just kidding.  Oh, and do check out their &lt;a href="http://www.crosswaychurch.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;...it is verrry impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a loverly weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-3565839407537134211?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3565839407537134211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=3565839407537134211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3565839407537134211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3565839407537134211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-jumbles_26.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-1084382543094399163</id><published>2009-06-24T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T05:30:06.449-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Life's Great Mysteries--# 572</title><content type='html'>How is it that I carry a camera around with me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at all times&lt;/span&gt; and yet when given the opportunity to  spend a tremendous week of ministry with some of my very favorite people on the planet, I took NO PICTURES?  Nix. Nil. Nada.  You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a great mystery.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am a great mystery.  Okay, really I am not, I am just totally and completely forgetful.  But I want to enjoy life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as I am living it&lt;/span&gt; rather than just take pictures of it.   I do try, really I do.  This was supposed to be a fascinating post on the power of team and how a motley group of crazy, love-sick Christian leaders get together and pull off a &lt;a href="http://www.christianretreat.org/summer-camp"&gt;camp&lt;/a&gt; for hundreds of children every summer.  I was going to tell you what incredible people I am privileged to work with as we plan this camp throughout the year and how no one is prideful and self-promoting but rather everyone lays their lives down, surrenders their gifts and talents, and the lives of children are forever changed.  I was going to comment on the fact that the many children's pastors I work with are of the highest caliber.  How they are not known nationwide is yet another of life's great mysteries.    Napoleon once said that "A leader is a dealer in hope."  And these leaders offer hope in immeasurable abundance to the children of this generation.  I love the power of "we" and how together we attain what alone we could only dream.  These are the things I wanted to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was going to post a picture of these amazing leaders that I call friends but, as I mentioned earlier, my camera never made it out of my bag.  And that is mystery # 572.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-1084382543094399163?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1084382543094399163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=1084382543094399163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1084382543094399163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1084382543094399163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifes-great-mysteries-572.html' title='Life&apos;s Great Mysteries--# 572'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5394446635573887981</id><published>2009-06-22T05:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T05:30:09.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Unlikely Warriors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sj7iMutXHrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/lFrOtHLELio/s1600-h/Kids+Aflame+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sj7iMutXHrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/lFrOtHLELio/s320/Kids+Aflame+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349962115687325362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Some of the most brilliant battles have been fought by the most unlikely warriors."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            -A Wrinkle In Time (movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the privilege of speaking to more than seven hundred kids and adult leaders at Kids Aflame Camp this past week.  I am amazed each year to see children run to the altars and surrender their hurts, their hopes and their very lives to the living God. He knows all too well what hellish pain many of them have endured and He is always faithful to heal, to fill and to make new the lives of some of the tiniest of His warriors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are not merely the hope of tomorrow.  They are the unlikely warriors of today and my desire is to see the church make room for them, for their gifts and callings.  Now.  Today.  Oh, how we need them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5394446635573887981?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5394446635573887981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5394446635573887981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5394446635573887981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5394446635573887981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/unlikely-warriors.html' title='Unlikely Warriors'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sj7iMutXHrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/lFrOtHLELio/s72-c/Kids+Aflame+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-4950603744611053458</id><published>2009-06-18T05:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:47:42.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Chips and Axes: Are You In Possession?</title><content type='html'>Wednesday I wrote a post about the danger of allowing your passions to carry you along in leadership without first submitting to the Divine process of "proofing." The logical question to ask then is "do I have a chip on my shoulder and an axe to grind and how do I recognize them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is painfully simple to see if you know what you are looking for.  A man or woman who has been through this Divine process is willing to lay aside the passion in their heart if God asks.  She is more fascinated with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being with&lt;/span&gt; her Father than she is with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;working for&lt;/span&gt; Him.  He is willing to cooperate with whatever authority is in his life even if it appears his passion will not take top priority.  But when your pet passion, be it ending poverty, caring for the elderly, pastoring a megachurch or foreign missions, is the driving force in your life, you had better check your shoulder and your hands because you are most likely armed and dangerous and of precious little use to God.  He chooses yielded vessels.  He chooses vessels that do NOT dictate to Him the what and the how but instead are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;willing to completely die to the very passion that He instilled in them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it was eighteen years before He gave me permission to publically speak and write about the passion of my heart.  And I thank God for the Divine process for it is that alone that makes the leader ready for the heat that inevitably accompanies leadership and the living out of the Holy discontent that keeps you awake at night.  Leader, check your shoulder, check your hands and embrace the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-4950603744611053458?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4950603744611053458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=4950603744611053458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4950603744611053458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4950603744611053458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/chips-and-axes-are-you-in-possession.html' title='Chips and Axes: Are You In Possession?'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-3172145319964280086</id><published>2009-06-17T05:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T05:30:01.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Chips and Axes: Weapons of Mass Destruction</title><content type='html'>It is a scary thing to work with a leader who has an axe to grind and a chip on his or her shoulder.  And yet such leaders are everywhere, even in the church. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chips and axes are passions that have not been yielded to the tempering that comes from the Divine process&lt;/span&gt;.  Unyielded passions will always become chips and axes and these will most assuredly become weapons that hurt those to whom you desire to minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My passion, my holy discontent as&lt;a href="http://www.willowcreek.com/wca_prod.asp?invtid=PR30102"&gt; Bill Hybels&lt;/a&gt; calls it, is seeing women free in the church to lead in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; capacity God desires and not be held back due to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Why-Not-Women-Biblical-Leadership/dp/1576581837"&gt;misuse of Scripture&lt;/a&gt;.  For almost twenty years I wrestled with my passion and God put me through a process, a Divine process, that was necessary for me to be trustworthy with this message God placed within me.  It is a proofing just like bread dough must go through before it is ready for the heat of the oven.  The dough must be worked and kneaded and then put aside for the yeast to do it's job of making it ready to bake.  Usually the dough is then "punched down" and set aside a second time for it to rise and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; become ready for the heat&lt;/span&gt;.  And so it has been in my life.  God has put me through rigorous circumstances and then put me aside while His deposit has done it's work within me.  And then came the punching down (it is agony, friends) and more time sitting alone, waiting.  All the while He was at work in the interior, making the woman ready before I could be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; trusted with His message&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; be this season of proofing so that your passions do not become a chip or an axe. And if a leader is placed into the "heat of leadership" before the process is complete, what results is hard and incapable of being nourishment to others.   How do you know if you do have a chip on your shoulder and an axe to grind?  Head on back here Friday and I will tell you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-3172145319964280086?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3172145319964280086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=3172145319964280086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3172145319964280086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3172145319964280086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/chips-and-axes-weapons-of-mass.html' title='Chips and Axes: Weapons of Mass Destruction'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-6714402691530335594</id><published>2009-06-15T05:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T05:30:01.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk-taking'/><title type='text'>Are You Willing To Risk It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GA8z7f7a2Pk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GA8z7f7a2Pk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this video of a dance tribe forming on &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/"&gt;Seth's blog&lt;/a&gt; this past week.  This is a pretty typical group dynamic...once more than a few people join in something, people come in droves to do the very same.  But as I watched the first strange man dancing all alone, and in a most bizarre way, I couldn't help but admire his freedom.  The truth is, when you act in a way that is different from the norm, people will gawk and laugh and point.  Many will feel very uncomfortable with your freedom and your willingness to express it.  Others will feel contempt and usually that is because they secretly wish they had that kind of nerve and rather than be challenged by it, they will judge it instead and usually loud enough for others to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obeying God is just like this video. At times, you are going to look crazy and unstable in all of your ways.  It could be that your actions start a revolution and, in time, others will be running to do what you had to work up the nerve to do.  But sometimes you will dance alone.  It is a risk of obedience.  Are you willing to risk it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-6714402691530335594?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6714402691530335594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=6714402691530335594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6714402691530335594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6714402691530335594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-you-willing-to-risk-it.html' title='Are You Willing To Risk It?'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-1464379177386416772</id><published>2009-06-13T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T05:30:00.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Is This For Real???</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLByTnNwico&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLByTnNwico&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just not sure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-1464379177386416772?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1464379177386416772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=1464379177386416772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1464379177386416772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1464379177386416772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-this-for-real.html' title='Is This For Real???'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-8117020147550344406</id><published>2009-06-12T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:30:01.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--If you have one minute and one second to spare, hop on over &lt;a href="http://sanderssays.typepad.com/sanders_says/2009/06/generosity-will-rewire-you.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and hear a small morsel from one of Tim Sander's recent talks on generosity.  I honestly love this guy because he is constantly challenging the scarcity mindset and he is effectively breathing life into the hearts of people who are afraid of where we are in this nation.  Really good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--As an avid reader, I try to give myself a taste of many different kinds of books to consistantly challenge and educate myself.  Biographies are a great change of pace and I really love learning about people who have made their dreams come true and the path that got them there. Right now I am chewing through Julie Andrew's memoir and, wow, has her life has been fascinating!  If you are looking for some summer reading, grab a biography and get lost in the life of someone you admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--It is now summertime and the season when a young man's fancy turns to....peeing outside.  I have been trying to understand why members of the male species find that such a fascinating pastime.  Is it just because they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;?  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; give birth, but this was never so much a fascination as a necessity in becoming a parent.  If anyone has wisdom and insight into this phenom, I would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I have a million and one things to do before next week so I am out of here, friends.  Have a big weekend...read a biography...pee outside...knock yourself out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-8117020147550344406?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8117020147550344406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=8117020147550344406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8117020147550344406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8117020147550344406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-jumbles_12.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-8319432532267680517</id><published>2009-06-10T05:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:58:38.287-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Two Things a Leader MUST Have</title><content type='html'>My mind is a circus of thoughts today.  I read of the recent moral failure of a prominent church planter/pastor/blogger, Gary Lamb, today.  His five-year-old church plant, Revolution Church, is in Canton, Georgia in the Atlanta area and you can read about his recent resignation &lt;a href="http://www.garylamb.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.   Why am I bringing attention to yet another blight on the American church?  I am glad you asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to nurturing an intimate relationship with God, my greatest desire as a minister of the Gospel is to live a life of integrity. This desire is not so that I will be shiny and and stainless and admired, but so that my life will garner little attention and He will get it all.  I have no doubt that Gary Lamb had similar desires when he set out to plant Revolution Church.  The reality is that not one person on the planet is above the temptation of sexual sin or the sin of pride or any other sin for that matter.  We will all fight temptation until we draw our last breath.  And those who do think they are immune to such things are in the greatest danger.  The only difference between a leader who falls and a leader who does not are boundaries and accountability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leader, if you remember nothing else I have written here these past two years, please remember this:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; you are only as safe from sin as the boundaries you set for yourself and the accountability that keeps you within them&lt;/span&gt;.  To give you an example, I will share with you some of the boundaries that my husband and I have set for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We never, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;under any circumstances&lt;/span&gt;, allow ourselves to be alone with anyone of the opposite sex.  Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If anyone of the opposite sex behaves inappropriately with either of us, we quickly alert the other of the situation and handle it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; counsel someone of the opposite sex alone.  We always have someone else sit in or we counsel that person together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We are very vocal about our marriage relationship and we publicly affirm that relationship so others see that we are knitted together and will not be an easy target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We nurture intimate relationships with close friends and mentors who know where we are in our walks with God...not just our ministry.  Many leaders in the church talk freely about their ministries and say very little about their intimacy with Jesus.  Open doors and open hearts are much safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When we are struggling with anything, we get help.  You cannot wrestle temptation alone.  Run, don't walk, to your mentors or co-laborers and get help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We prioritize our lives.  Ministry responsibilities MUST come after your marriage and then your family time.  If you win your entire city for Christ but your children are neglected and hurting and your spouse is a stranger to you, you are a dismal failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me clarify.  I am writing this NOT to judge a fallen minister, but rather to expose the desperate need in the body of Christ for boundaries and accountability.  I do not write these things because I am immune to sin, but rather because I know that I am wretched flesh and, if left to my own devices, I will sin .  And so will you.  Examine your life and ministry.  Shore up the integrity of your own life and ministry by putting careful boundaries in place and then insure these boundaries with faithful people who will love you enough to correct you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life depends on it.  And if you lead, so do the lives of so many others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-8319432532267680517?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8319432532267680517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=8319432532267680517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8319432532267680517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8319432532267680517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-things-leader-must-have.html' title='Two Things a Leader MUST Have'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-3476028459730859248</id><published>2009-06-08T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T05:30:00.885-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abiding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>The Glory of Being Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Silence is the way to make solitude a reality"&lt;br /&gt;~Henry Nouwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a girl, I spent many hours with my grandmother on her front porch watching the rain.  Sometimes we would talk but more often than not words were unimportant and instead we would both get lost in the beautiful conversation between the wind and the raindrops.  I did not understand in those days how she was schooling me in the art of solitude.  All of the mornings I would find her in her breakfast room, sipping coffee and listening to the serenade of the blue jays and cardinals outside of her opened back door, she was teaching me the importance of what Wordsworth called "a wise passiveness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known people who find themselves anything but companionable and I feel so sad for them as I have nearly always enjoyed my own company.  This is not because I am anything special, but rather that I was taught at an early age to appreciate, even relish silence and solitude and to seek it out regularly as one might seek time with a dear friend.  Sadly, this is a lost art in our current time and with an ever increasing number of distractions and ways to connect with others, this generation has forgotten how to connect with self, which ironically leaves us with much less to offer all the other people with whom we work so hard to connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Tillich said that "Language has created the word 'loneliness' to express the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; of being alone, and the word 'solitude' to express the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;glory&lt;/span&gt; of being alone."  I long for my own children to know the glory of being alone for it is in that place where we become acquainted with our true selves and can then see the transformation from who we are to who we can become.  God's transforming grace can meet us in the contemplative silence with an overwhelming clarity that is unknown in the hustle and bustle of busy living and it is a meeting of unparalleled importance.    It is what elevates the leader from good to great, the Christian from shallow to deep and the person who is alone from pain to glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-3476028459730859248?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3476028459730859248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=3476028459730859248' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3476028459730859248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3476028459730859248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/glory-of-being-alone.html' title='The Glory of Being Alone'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5513876282953381713</id><published>2009-06-05T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T05:30:01.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--If you have some time to burn and are sorely in need of a belly laugh, please click &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Jeanne+Robertson/_/Left+Brain%27s+grocery+list?autostart"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and head over to hear Jeanne Robertson, a former Miss North Carolina, tell the story of "Left Brain's Grocery List." This woman is Southern and funny,  my favorite combination except for dark chocolate and peanut butter which is indisputably the best combination there is.   Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I am traveling today to the great state of South Carolina, home of intelligent and articulate beauty pageant contestants.  Oops.  Sorry.  I couldn't help myself.  Anyway, I am headed to Florence to see my nephew graduate from high school and I just have one question for you.  If there are approximately three hundred graduates and I am there to see only one walk across the stage, is it wrong to do a crossword puzzle or read before and after my nephew walks?  Yeah, I know.  I am just gonna be bored. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I watched House Hunters on HGTV last night and I sat amazed as a young couple (they don't even have kids yet)  purchased a $1.5 million home in Belize.  Not to pander to the wealthy, the next episode featured a young couple about the same age who have been living in a tent in the woods (even more amazing) and have decided they might like to try life inside of some walls and under a roof so they were looking for a rental in the city.  Who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; that?  Who gets engaged and then registers at the Bass Pro Shop because they want to set up housekeeping in a tent in the woods?  I'm not saying it is wrong.  I am a live-and-let-live kind of person.  I'm just saying...I'm just saying...WHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hope you have a relaxing weekend and that you don't have to drive for sixteen hours in two days.  That would be my destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5513876282953381713?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5513876282953381713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5513876282953381713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5513876282953381713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5513876282953381713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-jumbles.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5553643347382561604</id><published>2009-06-03T05:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T05:30:01.216-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time-management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Deadline?  What Deadline??</title><content type='html'>So, I spent the entire day yesterday finishing my preparations for a speaking gig I have in a little less than two weeks.   I am privileged to be speaking to five or six hundred kids at &lt;a href="http://www.christianretreat.org/conferences/172-kids-a-flame"&gt;Kids Aflame Camp&lt;/a&gt; in Bradenton, Florida.  Sadly, due to my recent two week bout with lung sludge, I was a little late getting all my stuff into the media gurus that make everything flow flawlessly for a solid week of camp.  I got it all done, though, and I was even able to make a few sage observations as I was wrapping up my work late last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation one: I suck at power point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation two: My&lt;a href="http://www.ednbeth.blogspot.com/"&gt; husband &lt;/a&gt;ROCKS at power point and he is my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation three:  I couldn't get all of my work done, take care of my three kids&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; write a decent post for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation four:  I could not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; skip a post and I would rather just let you get a peek into my life, chaotic though it is at times, than not show up at all.  That would just be rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation five:  I HATE to be late on a project deadline when other people are counting on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't have issues.  Why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, life happens, sometimes you get sick, and you just have to do the best you can with what you have to work with.  My wise grandmother used to tell me to "just play your best with the hand you are dealt."  Words to live by.   What about you?  Have you skidded into home plate just in the nick of time on any deadlines lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5553643347382561604?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5553643347382561604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5553643347382561604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5553643347382561604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5553643347382561604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/deadline-what-deadline.html' title='Deadline?  What Deadline??'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-4335283640459860043</id><published>2009-06-01T05:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T05:30:00.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>A Simple Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SiMrajjJEOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wBEQGFUJF7o/s1600-h/Crib+Mobile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SiMrajjJEOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wBEQGFUJF7o/s320/Crib+Mobile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342161318210769122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently been feeding on a truth that I once learned in a 1994 Henry Blackaby Bible Study called "Experiencing God."  One of Blackaby's key points is to "watch to see where God is working and join Him."  It seems a simple truth but one that many people fail to remember.  We are by nature self-centered so it is only natural to ask,  "What is God's will for my life?"  The better question to ask Him is "How can my life fit into Your will?"  God has a grand scheme, a plan for His Kingdom, that is so much greater than our singular existence and yet it is difficult for most of us to ask the bigger question when all we can see is the one path we walk, forgetting that our one path is just a dot on the grand tapestry of human existence.   For many, the weight of the question centers on "my life" when, if that part of the question is eliminated, what is left is "What is God's will?"  And this was a truth that Jesus well understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one on Earth has had the level of intimacy with the Father that Jesus enjoyed.  And with Christ as our model, we, too, are taught to pursue an intimate, personal relationship with the God of the universe. In doing that, it becomes easy to forget that my ministry, my church, my hopes and dreams are not to be considered as the central theme.  Jesus understood this.  He was here to ONLY do the Father's will.  He pulled away frequently to get His Father's perspective and direction and His existence revolved around that and that alone. It is His great plan and His ministry and His work that are the center and it is our role as daughters and sons to stay close to His heart and thus hear Him when He calls for us to "go here" or "stay there" or "do this" or (and this is the hardest) "wait."  Still, so many labor in their fields of ministry, asking God to bless their efforts, and never even notice when God has moved on and is no longer at work among them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to think of life like a mobile that hangs over a child's crib.  God is at the center and we are to be positioned by Him wherever He sees fit to place us for His Kingdom purpose and then revolve around His great purpose and just enjoy the nearness of our God, doing only what He asks us to do.  If we are to change our placement, that is His doing and He has every right to put us wherever He wishes in order to accomplish His will.  It always goes back to His will, His plan and His purposes.  What is at the center of your existence?  Is it your life or His?  Is it your ministry or His? Remember it is never too late for a mid-course correction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-4335283640459860043?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4335283640459860043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=4335283640459860043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4335283640459860043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4335283640459860043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-truth.html' title='A Simple Truth'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SiMrajjJEOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wBEQGFUJF7o/s72-c/Crib+Mobile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-6900588734320006004</id><published>2009-05-30T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T05:30:00.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Mom Translator</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/VEOwhtHzcXPNH44JcyZaXQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/VEOwhtHzcXPNH44JcyZaXQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"  width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-6900588734320006004?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6900588734320006004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=6900588734320006004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6900588734320006004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6900588734320006004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/mom-translator.html' title='Mom Translator'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-1269514360257027213</id><published>2009-05-29T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:54:41.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--This has been week two of a pretty nasty infection that seems to be feeling perfectly at home in my lungs (yesterday it was choosing wallpaper and picking out a china pattern) so I hope you aren't expecting much in the way of deep thought or witticisms.  I haven't had something that put me down like this in ten years, so I am not used to this.  I am woman.  I'm invincible.  I am...absolutely full of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I did manage to get to the theater and catch the new Star Trek flick which I absolutely loved.  My dad is a huge fan so I pretty much grew up on the U.S.S. Enterprise.  Given my extensive background in all things Star Trek, I thought it was a great movie and even though I didn't get to see Ricardo Montalban bare-chested wearing a really bad wig, it was a total Trek experience. You still won't catch me anywhere near one of those freak show conventions of theirs but I will love James T. Kirk until the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Fav quote of the week: "It is our choices...that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."  ~J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I am headed to my annual youth group reunion weekend on Jekyll Island.  All of us who were in Youth Group together meet every year and act like we are sixteen again.  I love good friends that are there for a lifetime...what a gift!  Have a big weekend.  See you Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-1269514360257027213?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1269514360257027213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=1269514360257027213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1269514360257027213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1269514360257027213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-jumbles_29.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-6917967628101348410</id><published>2009-05-27T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T05:30:00.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Rooted in Knowing</title><content type='html'>What do you do when your faith has been stretched to it's perceived outer limits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you wrap your mind around a dead end when you have been walking down a path of obedience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Are there Christians with superhero-like faith that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; doubt and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; feel crushed by the way things appear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What does a Christian do when they are exhausted by the unexpected turns in the road and they think that just one more will push them over the proverbial edge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when all of your questions directed to God go unanswered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend, Oswald Chambers, has this to say: "Unless we can look the darkest, blackest fact full in the face without damaging God's character, we do not yet know Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 73:25, 26 &amp;amp; 28 "Whom have I in heaven but You? And besides you, I desire nothing on earth.  My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.  But as for me, the nearness of God is my good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosea 6:6 "I don't want your sacrifices, I want your love.  I don't want your offerings, I want you to know Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes back to trust which is rooted in knowing.  And this "knowing" is a lifelong pursuit.  When we feel that we have no strength left with which to pursue, to desire, to know Him...well, He becomes that, too.  In our weakness, He is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I need Him to be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-6917967628101348410?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6917967628101348410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=6917967628101348410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6917967628101348410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6917967628101348410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/rooted-in-knowing.html' title='Rooted in Knowing'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-4734305005730493339</id><published>2009-05-25T05:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T05:35:50.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>Are You A Family On Purpose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/ShniVB2z6tI/AAAAAAAAAOg/J0hI5qJcWvk/s1600-h/National+Treasure+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/ShniVB2z6tI/AAAAAAAAAOg/J0hI5qJcWvk/s320/National+Treasure+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339547684127894226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have spent the past week on my couch watching movies and trying to get well.  I cuddled up with my youngest son yesterday and we watched "National Treasure 2-Book of Secrets."  The second "National Treasure" flick was about finding another enormous treasure but it was also about clearing the Gates family name after false accusations threatened to ruin it.  I love both of these movies because of the rich history and the love of country.  And I also love Ben Gates' determination to preserve the good reputation of his family's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my family, we have taught our three sons that wherever they go and whatever they do, they do not just represent themselves.  They also represent the Taylor family, and our God whose name we all wear.  One way we have made that concept more tangible is by developing a family purpose statement which we have posted on the wall in our family room.  It is crucial to establish a family identity while your children are young so that as they grow up and other people become increasingly more influential in their lives, they have something to fall back on.  A strong family identity gives kids a sense of belonging to something larger than themselves and also a sense of stability.  If we are going to have a purpose statement in our business plans, in our governments, and for our churches, how much more important is clearly laying out who you are as a family and why you exist as a unit?  What about your family?  Who are you and what do you stand for?  If we don't give our kids a sense of purpose, someone else will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-4734305005730493339?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4734305005730493339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=4734305005730493339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4734305005730493339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4734305005730493339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-family-on-purpose.html' title='Are You A Family On Purpose?'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/ShniVB2z6tI/AAAAAAAAAOg/J0hI5qJcWvk/s72-c/National+Treasure+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-8075331401014106738</id><published>2009-05-23T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T05:30:00.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>I Never Tire of This</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rROvCnLu9hU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rROvCnLu9hU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-8075331401014106738?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8075331401014106738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=8075331401014106738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8075331401014106738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8075331401014106738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-never-tire-of-this.html' title='I Never Tire of This'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-185724447147375063</id><published>2009-05-22T05:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:30:01.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--This week at &lt;a href="http://www.giantperspectives.com/"&gt;Giant Perspectives&lt;/a&gt;, one of the leadership blogs I read, Jeremie Kubicek had a great, short video perspective on &lt;a href="http://www.giantperspectives.com/watch/followership"&gt;Followership&lt;/a&gt;.    I have always said that an effective leader must &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; become a loyal and faithful follower.  But he says it better.  Take two or three minutes and check out what he has to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Fav quote of the week: "I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult."    ~Rita Rudner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--It has been a fun-filled week at the Taylor house.  Our van broke down.  Again.  Our lawnmower completely bit the dust.  We bought a new lawnmower.  And one of the computers crashed.  My big man fixed the computer.  I love my big man.  And I have been sick with a yucky cold most of the week.  My friend and lover, Nyquil, has totally let me down every single night and I am remembering fondly the days when I could breathe through my nose.  Return to me, dear, open nasal passages, return to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Even worse than the above events of the past week is the fact that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; learned that our dead lawnmower was self-propelled.  SELF-PROPELLED!  This little piece of information would have come in handy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt; ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--My youngest son turned 10 this past Wednesday and I was suddenly jolted by the reality that I can no longer blame this extra twenty pounds I carry on the fact that "I just had a baby."  Great!  Now what will I say.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do have a lovely holiday weekend.  I will most likely spend mine at the pharmacy looking for a new decongestant.  Thank you and amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/26819.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-185724447147375063?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/185724447147375063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=185724447147375063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/185724447147375063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/185724447147375063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-jumbles_22.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-4616890405126730856</id><published>2009-05-20T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T05:30:00.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abiding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>How Do You Measure?</title><content type='html'>How do you measure the worth of what you do for God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you count the number of souls you have won?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you count the number of trips you have made to the nursing home or the prisons? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you measure it by the growth you see in the life of the one you are mentoring? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you measure it by the positive feedback you receive from those to whom you minister? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it measured by the amount of your private giving and secret service to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it measured by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how you feel&lt;/span&gt; about what you do to serve God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oswald Chambers had this to say about it:&lt;br /&gt;"The measure of the worth of our public activity for God is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;private, profound communion&lt;/span&gt; we have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with Him&lt;/span&gt;."     (emphasis mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with him.  And I cannot get away from this verse that I have quoted so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want your sacrifices, I want your love.  I don't want your offerings, I want you to know Me."   Hosea 6:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I ask myself,  "Am I giving Him what He wants?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-4616890405126730856?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4616890405126730856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=4616890405126730856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4616890405126730856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4616890405126730856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-you-measure.html' title='How Do You Measure?'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-3265391447014579836</id><published>2009-05-18T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:18:33.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><title type='text'>More Thoughts on Grace</title><content type='html'>When we afford another person grace in the face of their obvious imperfections and wrong-doings, we are being merciful.  We are extending them pardon and affirming them in our love for and acceptance of them even when they disappoint or hurt us.  The dictionary defines grace as mercy; clemency; pardon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But grace is not just about mercy.  It is also about beauty.  The word grace is further defined as beauty of form, manner, motion or action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of physical grace is most obvious in the dance.  The movements of a trained ballet dancer appear fluid, effortless and astounding in their beauty.  The passion and heart of the dancer are translated through his or her movements to those who are watching, and their hearts are pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual grace, when lovingly extended to another, also appears fluid, effortless and astounding in its beauty.  And the passion and heart of God is translated through such obedience to the lost world who is watching, and their hearts are pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 4:6 says that "God is opposed to the proud, but gives grace to the humble."  The grace of God is poured out on those who chose to live a life of humility, and it is a choice.  Further down in James, verse 10, it says, "Humble yourselves in the presence of the Lord, and He will exalt you."  Humility is a choice.  Every moment of every day.  The correlation between humility and grace is unmistakable.  It is impossible to extend grace to others if you are walking in pride.  God is in opposition to those who live in pride and only pours out grace on the humble.  If He is unable to pour out His grace in your life, then you won't have it to extend to others.  At all.  Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find myself devoid of grace for another, I can only assume that pride is at work in my life, and God cannot cooperate with me in that state.  He opposes me.  And we see this reality spread like cancer in churches everywhere.  But He is calling us, wooing us, to return to Him in humility and confess our sin of pride that we might be healed, cleansed and filled with His beautiful, tender grace.  And as our lives reflect this intimate dance of beauty with the Father, the gaze of the world will be inextricably drawn to Him.  Just as it should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-3265391447014579836?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3265391447014579836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=3265391447014579836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3265391447014579836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3265391447014579836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-thoughts-on-grace.html' title='More Thoughts on Grace'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-3874657275769909364</id><published>2009-05-15T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:30:01.707-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--I am committing to keep my video camera charged at all times from this day forward.  Last night after dinner, my middle son started dancing to some techno song that my older son was playing on the  desktop in the kitchen.  It was a moment in time that I am sad to say I will never witness again.  We were all doubled over laughing, especially when his head slammed into the refrigerator as he was spinning in circles.  A dancer he is not.  But oh, so funny he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--For all of my "Office" friends out there, can you believe they ended the season last night with Pam finding out she is pregnant??  The odd thing is that she was taken to the hospital to have an ankle x-ray so how did they discover she was pregnant???  Hmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Fav quote of the week:  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;"Beauty isn't worth thinking about; what's important is your mind. You don't want a fifty-dollar haircut on a fifty-cent head." ~Garrison Keillor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I started not to post this quote, although it is a great quote, because it sounds like something an ugly person would say.  There- I admitted it.  I can be shallow.  Amen.  Oh, and I ripped this quote from my friend, Joylene's, &lt;a href="http://joylenegreen.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-thoughts-on-beauty.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I am a lowly worm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If you do not have teenagers, perhaps you are unaware of the decline in the attention span of the American teen.  On an average trip across town with my kids, we will listen one third of the way through to about fifteen different songs.  My oldest son calls it iPod ADD.  I do not understand this phenom.  In the '80s I would listen to Van Halen sing "Jump" from beginning to end.  Of course we did not have CDs so you couldn't "jump around" on a cassette tape.  Sigh.  I am suddenly feeling really old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--On that note, I am heading off into the bright, sunshiny weekend.  Have a big, fat, wonderful time but do come back here next week.  You know you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-3874657275769909364?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3874657275769909364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=3874657275769909364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3874657275769909364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3874657275769909364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-jumbles_15.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-2456997944091409303</id><published>2009-05-13T05:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:15:02.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy'/><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>What's that you say?  It's May 13th???  I do not care.  I am making a resolution anyway.  It's my blog, I can resolve if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was my second Mother's Day since my Mom died and these past few days I have been looking at pictures of her when no one is looking.  I do this when no one is looking because pictures of her make me cry, especially around special days, and I just like to cry by myself.  That way no one sees the snot drip off of my nose and into my lap.  Very sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to say that there just aren't very many pictures of my Mama and me together.  For that matter, there aren't very many pictures of her at all.  And then I started thinking about the pictures of my own family and I think I might be scarce in those pictures.  Why do we take so many pictures of our kids and so few with us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; the pictures with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why.  At least for me, anyway.  It is because I hate how I look in most pictures so I only make my way into a few of the family shots.  And I haven't been letting the boys post pictures of me on their Facebook pages if I think I look yucky in them, which I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want my boys to look through the family albums one day, searching for a shot of just them with me and find nothing.  I would give anything to have a few pictures of my Mama and me together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though no picture could ever fill the vast void left by Mama's death, it sure would help my heart to just see her.  With me.   A long ago moment, forever captured, that would wrap itself around me like a blanket and comfort me a little when I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave my kids with lots of pictures of all the fun we are having now and all the laughter.  Oh, we do laugh.  And they know what I really look like.  They won't care if my tummy pokes out or my roots need touching up in a picture.  I don't notice those things when I look at pictures of my Mama.  All I see is the woman who gave me life and only occasionally threatened to take it back.  And my boys will one day (a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; long time from now) look at pictures of me and remember-not what my hair looked like or how much I weighed, but rather who I was and how I made them feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my resolution is to jump in all of the pictures and not worry how I look, but instead just enjoy how I feel. Because life is so good and so full and I really do love every minute of it.  Go check out your own photo albums....are you there?  It really will matter one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SgnaGA1erwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ws-NXYo0I7Y/s1600-h/silly+mom+and+Jonathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SgnaGA1erwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ws-NXYo0I7Y/s320/silly+mom+and+Jonathan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335035030435442434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-2456997944091409303?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2456997944091409303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=2456997944091409303' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/2456997944091409303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/2456997944091409303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SgnaGA1erwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ws-NXYo0I7Y/s72-c/silly+mom+and+Jonathan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-1159914399009750088</id><published>2009-05-11T05:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:30:01.121-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>Grab Hold of Your Jackass and Don't Let Go</title><content type='html'>Two of the Gospel accounts have Jesus coming into Jerusalem for His triumphal entry riding a donkey and the other two have Him riding a colt.  Choose your gospel account and choose your beast of burden, the lesson to be learned from His vehicle of choice is complete and utter humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt 20:28 "...the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse displays the very essence of who Jesus was and is and who we, in turn, should strive to be.  Servant.  Plain and simple.  Sadly, many men and women come into places of leadership in the church and then completely forget this verse of Scripture.   I have observed a strange culture that has insidiously crept into the church, one that places the leaders in the church on high and exalted pedestals.  These pedestals take on the appearance of preferred parking spots,  attention to every personal need in a diva-like fashion, and regular verbal accolades from followers that can only serve to envelope the leader in a dense cloud of pride and arrogance. God, help Your church, Your bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church leader, you MUST cast off this "rock star" mindset of leadership that looks NOTHING like the model of servant-leadership clearly demonstrated in every breath Jesus Christ took on this earth.  Leaders in the church must model lifestyles of humility and servanthood if we ever expect to see such behavior in the church as a whole.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You teach what you know but you reproduce who you are&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln once said, "Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power."  It is a naked truth.  Give a human being power, position or applause, and you will see what he or she is made of.  Unless the glory is thrown back at the feet of Jesus, we will wrap ourselves up in it and marvel at how soft  and comfortable it feels to the touch.  But garments of glory were never intended for human flesh and it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our responsibility&lt;/span&gt; to refuse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose to live in humility.  Crucify your flesh every time it rears its' ugly head.  Grab hold of selflessness, with your gaze locked on His face, and refuse to live any other way.  It is the key to intimacy with the Father and thus, the key to true, Biblical leadership.   Grab hold of your jackass and don't let go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-1159914399009750088?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1159914399009750088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=1159914399009750088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1159914399009750088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1159914399009750088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/grab-hold-of-your-jackass-and-dont-let.html' title='Grab Hold of Your Jackass and Don&apos;t Let Go'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-3662124781057637726</id><published>2009-05-08T05:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:20:16.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--Fav quote of the week: "I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody."    ~Bill Cosby&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;--Since I know you all are dying to know, I found my prized recipe collection.  It seems that in my packing frenzy I thought it a good idea to put them all inside my huge stock pot.  After I wrote my post for last Friday, I had a sudden epiphany and went to check inside of it.  If I am this absent-minded now, I shudder to think what I will be like when I am 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--This week, Tim Sanders wrote a great post on selfishness.  Please check it out &lt;a href="http://sanderssays.typepad.com/sanders_says/2009/05/a-theory-about-selfishness.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  It is short, direct and very enlightening...a little wisdom snack that you cannot pass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Someone who lives in my house recently educated me as to the origins of mankind.  It seems that the woman was not taken from the man's rib as I had been led to believe but rather she evolved from a dinosaur.  More specifically, the Vaginasaurus Rex. I also was enlightened to learn from a different someone who lives in my house that the historic line that separates the North from the South is the well-known Winn-Dixie Line.  As a parent who has homeschooled my children for the past twelve years, I couldn't be more proud than I am in this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I love the way outside smells in early May.  There is Confederate Jasmine growing in my yard and it smells so good that I jump at the chance to take the little pooch out for a walk. I am pretty sure that heaven is going to smell just like Jasmine.  That or warm chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--And finally, I know I don't say this enough so I am just gonna say it.  I really heart you people who read this blog.  I may not have the largest readership out there, but that is really not important to me.  I love getting to know you.  All of you who leave comments allow me to see who you are and and then I can check in on your blogs or websites or what have you...and I just love that.  What a great bunch of folks you are!  I am so proud to know you.  Don't ever hesitate to jump in there with your opinions (the good, the bad and the ugly).  I love a big opinion.  I have a few of my own.  In case you haven't noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a spectacular weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-3662124781057637726?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3662124781057637726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=3662124781057637726' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3662124781057637726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3662124781057637726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-jumbles_08.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-237889304474681511</id><published>2009-05-05T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:25:08.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life Happens</title><content type='html'>If you have stopped by here even just once before, you know that much of my inspiration for writing comes from the things that happen in the everyday.  This week, life has prevented me from putting the necessary time in to write a good post for today.  I would apologize, but my family must come first, especially when they are sick.  I just wonder why humans cannot find the time to get sick during daylight hours and, instead, find the middle of the night a beautiful time to ache, have fever, yack, or any other entertaining activity the sick body finds to do.  This is a great mystery.  I will be back on Friday....hope you will, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-237889304474681511?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/237889304474681511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=237889304474681511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/237889304474681511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/237889304474681511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-happens.html' title='Life Happens'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-8739622458699332625</id><published>2009-05-04T07:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:39:28.012-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>A Wake of Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sf7V2jocJBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JeugkvFMcNg/s1600-h/wake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sf7V2jocJBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JeugkvFMcNg/s320/wake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331934142107755538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eph 4:29 "Let no unwholesome word proceed from your mouth, but only such a word as is good for edification according to the need of the moment, that it may &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give grace&lt;/span&gt; to those who hear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the words that you often speak extend grace to those around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the people that live with you find themselves set free by the grace your words bring or are they constantly imprisoned by the chains of negativity and unmet expectations that flow freely from your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you even aware of the steady flow from your lips and what your words mean in the life of those around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are questions I am asking myself these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deeply desire my words to leave a wake of life, hope and grace that can bring beauty and freedom to the people that surround me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our words should lift people up on the wake they leave behind and move them to a higher place rather than causing them to capsize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you checked the wake of your words lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-8739622458699332625?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8739622458699332625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=8739622458699332625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8739622458699332625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8739622458699332625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/wake-of-grace.html' title='A Wake of Grace'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sf7V2jocJBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JeugkvFMcNg/s72-c/wake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-7376574384435576511</id><published>2009-05-01T05:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T05:30:01.062-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--Fav quote of the week: "Solitude brings me back to a simplicity of spirit, an inner poverty that I need in order to clear room inside.  It allows me to empty myself out, so there is gracious space within where I can receive myself, then God, and eventually others."  -Sue Monk Kidd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If you usually ignore links to other blogs/websites, please don't ignore this one.  Click &lt;a href="http://viewfromahearse.blogspot.com/2009/04/till-death-do-us-part.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and go read what Bruce Goddard wrote this week.  It is beautiful.  I don't actually know Bruce, but I do know his sister, Kikki, and her three kids that all hail from my hometown in South Georgia.  He has such a special way of describing small town life and the commonality of the human experience.  Do check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I know I have said it here before, but it bears repeating. Please get your heart right with God because if you do not, I am pretty sure that you will spend all of your hellacious eternity raking leaves and spreading mulch.  I can't find it in Scripture, but I am 97.6 % sure that it is true- eternal damnation involves any lawn tool with a long handle and something heavy at the end of it.  And I don't say this because I just spent two full days working in my yard.  Sheer coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I am sad to report that I have lost something very dear to me.  Because I am a bit of a neat freak (those who know me can hold their rude comments, thank you very much), I seldom lose anything. Except occasionally my sense of decorum.   But let's face it... you don't live as the only female among three large, hairy males and one small, prepubescent male and come away unaffected.  I digress.  I have lost my recipes.  I know I packed them when we left Georgia (or did I ????) but I cannot find them anywhere and now I feel lost.  Alone.  Hopeless.  Whatever will we eat?  My grandmother's fudge pie recipe, my great grandmother's biscuit recipe, my high school Health Occupations teacher's chocolate chip cake recipe....all gone. *sigh* All this on the heels of having to spread two truckloads of mulch!  I may need an intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--And finally, I will be spending this weekend with an incredible team of people down in Bradenton, Florida putting the finishing touches on plans for the 2009 Kids Aflame Camp.  If you have never heard of it, then click &lt;a href="http://www.christianretreat.org/conferences/172-kids-a-flame"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and check it out.  You won't find a better kids camp anywhere so if your church is looking for somewhere to take kids that will change their lives, this is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go forth and have a restful weekend.  Love from Taylortown!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-7376574384435576511?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7376574384435576511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=7376574384435576511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/7376574384435576511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/7376574384435576511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-jumbles.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-2253789178524177908</id><published>2009-04-29T05:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T05:30:01.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>The Swine Flu and Other Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SffABbHbaJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FIVpGAAKuVw/s1600-h/swine+flu+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SffABbHbaJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FIVpGAAKuVw/s320/swine+flu+kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329939814707587218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the world awaits the latest news from the World Health Organization (WHO) on the Swine Flu (will it or will it not become a pandemic???), I am busy living my life and trusting in God.  I know, I know...I should be cowering in a corner of my living room lit only with the glowing light of a 24 hour news channel that gives me a moment by moment update of the state of our economy and the possible annihilation of the human race by the dreaded swine flu.  But I am not.  I simply do not have time to worry, panic or otherwise freak out.  Call me simple-minded or naive, but I figure if He could align the planets, keep Earth from creeping too close to the sun, and figure out how to get 23 feet of intestines into the human abdominal cavity, then I can only assume He can handle the state of the world today.  I cannot, so I will just handle(with His help, of course) what He has put on my plate today and trust Him with the periphery.  You should try it. It is better for you than bran flakes.  And no pesky bloating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-2253789178524177908?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2253789178524177908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=2253789178524177908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/2253789178524177908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/2253789178524177908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/swine-flu-and-other-fears.html' title='The Swine Flu and Other Fears'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SffABbHbaJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FIVpGAAKuVw/s72-c/swine+flu+kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-7061945031719158054</id><published>2009-04-27T05:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T05:30:01.337-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Back to the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SfUzADo-V7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/CAns6a1zGL4/s1600-h/pull-back+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SfUzADo-V7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/CAns6a1zGL4/s400/pull-back+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329221810133030834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you remember the pull-back cars that you played with as a kid? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You would pull the car backwards on the floor and then let go to see how far it would go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The further back you would pull it, the farther it would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God does this to us sometimes.  It feels as though He is pulling us backwards and, frankly, most of the human race prefers the forward motion of life.  I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But it is this "pulling backward" that sometimes propels us forward into what He has for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The important thing to remember when in the midst of this process is that His hand is on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And that matters so much more than where you are headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord; plans for good and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-7061945031719158054?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7061945031719158054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=7061945031719158054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/7061945031719158054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/7061945031719158054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-future.html' title='Back to the Future'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SfUzADo-V7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/CAns6a1zGL4/s72-c/pull-back+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-575861446219418964</id><published>2009-04-24T05:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T05:30:00.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--Fav quote of the week: &lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter  another."                              ~Anatole France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Here is yet another installment in the embarrassing self-disclosures that I seem to find necessary to put in print (and why is that?).  I like some of the shows on the Disney Channel.  I have watched Hannah Montana so much with my little boy that I actually couldn't wait to see the new episode where Lily and Oliver became more than friends and Miley accidentally found out.  (I have my head buried in the crook of my arm  right now in shame!)  And, if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;weren't bad enough, I laugh out loud at old reruns of Even Stevens.  They should make a pill for this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Okay, here is what happened on Monday that I have been dying to write.  I took my three sons to a hair salon in town, you know one of those chain salons that is like a heart-shaped box of generic chocolate candy and you have no idea if the candy or the hair dressers will be any good.  They each had someone different and only one was any good.  So I went back in to make another appointment with the one who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; good so that she could cut all three boys' hair only she wasn't in and I couldn't remember her name and it is rude to say, "You know, the fat one that talks really loud with the strange, spiky hair...yeah I want her."  I tried to discreetly describe her and the girl behind the counter seemed sure I was asking for Angela.  So I made the appointment.  Well....on Monday I took the boys in and who should be cutting their hair but Angela- a woman I had never laid eyes on who had a pair of shears tattooed on her neck behind her ear and who was wearing a t-shirt that said "Fart Now Loading...Please Wait."  I am not even making this up!!!  I couldn't make up material this rich if I tried! And I could swear that I heard the faint sound of "Dueling Banjos" playing in the background.  So then I had to coach the youngest child on how he is NOT to laugh in her face, ask her where she got her t-shirt,  or stare at her tattoo and I vowed to them all that next time I would just take them downtown and let some homeless person who lives out of the back of his van cut their hair because, honestly, it just couldn't get any weirder than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I should get an award for the number of runon sentences in this post.  Have a happy weekend and for the love of all that is good in this world, be careful where you go for a haircut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-575861446219418964?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/575861446219418964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=575861446219418964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/575861446219418964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/575861446219418964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-jumbles_24.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-8588972528030635817</id><published>2009-04-22T05:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:17:59.875-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Because It's Wednesday....</title><content type='html'>....I have decided to post even though I have NOTHING remarkable to write.  You see, I have this issue with committing to something and then not sticking with it.  I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; saying that I am high and exalted and never let things drop.  Au contraire!  But it eats at me when I do, so I avoid doing so if at all possible.  I wouldn't say that I have writer's block-I am too full of you-know-what for that.  Exhausted is a better word.  My personal life is a bit of a tornado right at this moment and, while I usually enjoy a good thunderstorm, I am really just longing for a slow, sunny day.  About a thousand of them.  Anyone know a good travel agent??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have something happen this week that I can't wait to tell you about on Friday when I post my weekly pile of useless information and "can this really be happening to me?" moments.  I comfort myself when these things do happen because it is pure, unadulterated blog fodder and for that I am deeply thankful.  I probably enjoy all of this blogging too much and I should be harder at work on the book that lives in my head so that it might one day find a home on a nice shelf in a Barnes and Noble.  All in good time.  In the meantime, I do enjoy this odd form of communication with you all and I can even relish a few moments of mindless rambling.  So sorry I dragged you into it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for playing along! You get a thousand extra points if you read to the end.  See you Friday...and have a lovely "hump day".  ( I really hate the phrase "hump day")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-8588972528030635817?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8588972528030635817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=8588972528030635817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8588972528030635817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8588972528030635817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-its-wednesday.html' title='Because It&apos;s Wednesday....'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-2077922499601586466</id><published>2009-04-20T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:26:28.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authenticity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>Truth-tellers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SevxGX9-BEI/AAAAAAAAANw/Vxx7qrSGMAg/s1600-h/Anne+and+Diana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SevxGX9-BEI/AAAAAAAAANw/Vxx7qrSGMAg/s320/Anne+and+Diana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326616076111184962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The essence of friendship: the 'unbuttoning' of oneself that invites intimacy, followed by the ability to step into that close, vulnerable space."&lt;br /&gt;--Sue Monk Kidd&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fathom life without my truth-tellers.  Truth-tellers are intimate friends who love you enough to enter into the messiness of your soul and tell you what you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to hear, not what you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to hear.  Many are the leaders in the church who have no truth-tellers in their lives and for most of them, failure is an inevitability because for those who have no one to hold a mirror up to the soul, pride becomes a constant companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent this past weekend with two women who are truth-tellers in my life and I came away from their company with a clearer understanding of the largeness of the Love of God and the graciousness of His Holy Spirit.  To see who you really are through the eyes of intimate friends that love you enough to speak uncompromising truth is a gift and a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have such people in your life?  Are you willing to make yourself vulnerable to another that they might see you as you really are?  Have you given anyone permission to examine your messy interior and help you set things right?  If you lead in any capacity, find at least one truth-teller and put them on speed dial.  Allow them to help you tend the garden of your heart and then watch and see the bountiful harvest that follows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-2077922499601586466?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2077922499601586466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=2077922499601586466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/2077922499601586466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/2077922499601586466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/truth-tellers.html' title='Truth-tellers'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SevxGX9-BEI/AAAAAAAAANw/Vxx7qrSGMAg/s72-c/Anne+and+Diana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-700395407571852255</id><published>2009-04-17T05:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T05:30:00.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--Fav quote of the week: "When a business or an individual spends more than it makes, it goes bankrupt.  When government does it, it sends you the bill.  And when government does it for 40 years, the bill comes in two ways: higher taxes and inflation.  Make not mistake about it, inflation is a tax and not by accident."    -Ronald Reagan (I know, more Reagan...I loved the man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I pretty much ignore everything in the margins of my Facebook page, including all the stuff you can "become a fan of", but I am not gonna lie...I feel so bad not becoming a fan of the Bible or of Jesus.  How can you ignore the Jesus icon in the margin???  But I do.  Because I don't like things that are cheesey and religious.  I might need therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Just in case you are interested, our little &lt;a href="http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/expect-unexpectedand-then-laugh.html"&gt;weekend debacle&lt;/a&gt; ended in a new radiator for the Taylor family van.  The fun continued on Tuesday when the one magical belt that apparently causes the van to run, shredded into a million pieces while we were driving on the interstate.  Lucky for us, we were less than a mile from yet another mechanic that had the amazing capacity to look at us as if we were the dumbest creatures on the planet for not having anticipated this problem.  Silly mortals that we are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If you haven't seen &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=81331039574&amp;amp;h=4zY77&amp;amp;u=W7Pem&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;this clip&lt;/a&gt; from Britain's version of American Idol, you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; have&lt;/span&gt; to click over and see it.  Extraordinary, I promise!!!  I have never seen Simon look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I have been thinking about risk and the absolute absurdity of doing something that has no guarantees and no predictable outcomes and you know what I think?  Even if you fail, it is worth trying.  There is no chance of touching any deep waters when you only walk along the shoreline.  Even so, there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; times when I would like to just curl up on the shore for a short little nap.  Oh, the enigma that is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do have a wondrous weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-700395407571852255?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/700395407571852255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=700395407571852255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/700395407571852255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/700395407571852255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-jumbles_17.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-7688601505067055411</id><published>2009-04-15T05:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:44:16.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><title type='text'>Why Do You Obey God?</title><content type='html'>Do you obey God because you were taught to, because you are afraid of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; obeying Him, or because of how you were raised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when life takes unexpected turns and things do not turn out as you thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to be misunderstood by others who only see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what you do&lt;/span&gt; but do not see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who you really are&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you truly content to follow a course of action that you know God is orchestrating even though onlookers may call you crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his book, "The Seven Longings of the Human Heart" Mike Bickle writes, "A life characterized by affection-based obedience is a life in which a person knows that he or she is so loved by God, and so loves God in return, that obedience is the only reasonable response to anything God wishes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one thing to say that you love God and want what He wants in your life when obedience is easy.  But when following His plan proves costly to you or to others, it is necessary that you are living out of an obedience that is not driven by fear, or habit or even proper upbringing.  When obedience is costly, it must be pure, unabashed love for God that motivates, for it is that and that alone which will carry you through the fallout of following Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question haunts me and I long to be able to say that every day of my life I will not just follow obediently, but that I will dance down His path for me with a heart so full of fascinated love that I see no other way but His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you answer this question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you obey God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-7688601505067055411?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7688601505067055411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=7688601505067055411' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/7688601505067055411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/7688601505067055411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-do-you-obey-god.html' title='Why Do You Obey God?'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-4983250027625980404</id><published>2009-04-13T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:14:32.841-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Expect the Unexpected...And Then Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SeKCqwSlmzI/AAAAAAAAANY/20BvD5tCH1U/s1600-h/March-April+2009+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SeKCqwSlmzI/AAAAAAAAANY/20BvD5tCH1U/s400/March-April+2009+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323961380534328114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I try to write posts with valuable content, offering helpful or at least encouraging information.  But I can't be helpful all the time and I really just want you to see how awesome I look on the back of a tow truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made 40 deviled eggs and my husband made a huge dessert to take to a family gathering on the other side of Georgia.  We had all of that, our luggage, three boys and one small dog crammed in our little van and we were headed out of town.  Until.....&lt;br /&gt;Until our van started running hot, the engine began smelling like waffles, and smoke billowed out from under the hood....miles and miles from civilization.  And why not?  So that was when the nice police officer pulled over and asked us what was the problem.  As if we&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; looked&lt;/span&gt; like people who would have any idea what they are looking at when peering under the hood.  Puh-lease!  The kind officer took pity on us and called a towing service because clearly we were in danger of blowing up our engine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uh, sure, we were aware of that.&lt;/span&gt;  It seems that it is illegal to do what you see pictured here, but the four out of five Taylors that would NOT fit in the cab of the tow truck voted and decided walking 30 miles back to town was clearly not an option.  I, of course, did what I always do in situations like this....I took pictures and cracked jokes.  I made my oldest son jump off the tow truck and take this picture while my husband was inside paying the nice tow truck driver a small fortune.  It seems that jumping off of the tow truck once you have been "attached" is frowned upon.  Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of what it looks like to ride down the highway from the bed of a big tow truck. I realize that many of you may never have this important life-altering experience and I feel it is my responsibility to allow you to "see" from this perspective.  I do what I can to broaden your scope of experience, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SeKIjFSae7I/AAAAAAAAANg/tA8uooqD1nM/s1600-h/March-April+2009+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SeKIjFSae7I/AAAAAAAAANg/tA8uooqD1nM/s400/March-April+2009+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323967845801556914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, here is a picture of two of my little punks enjoying the ride.  Okay, they really weren't thrilled about the turn that the day took, but I try to teach them to find fun in any circumstance.  Except a root canal.  No fun to be had there, my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SeKLVW6BNNI/AAAAAAAAANo/_BGH9dHGxoY/s1600-h/March-April+2009+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SeKLVW6BNNI/AAAAAAAAANo/_BGH9dHGxoY/s400/March-April+2009+137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323970908547790034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my exciting weekend.  We find out today if we have a cracked radiator or if a resurrection occurred and our van was miraculously healed.  A girl can dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-4983250027625980404?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4983250027625980404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=4983250027625980404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4983250027625980404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/4983250027625980404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/expect-unexpectedand-then-laugh.html' title='Expect the Unexpected...And Then Laugh'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SeKCqwSlmzI/AAAAAAAAANY/20BvD5tCH1U/s72-c/March-April+2009+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-7905241670965057951</id><published>2009-04-12T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:01:00.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hijack!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SeC5kp14YVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aomZ0JrqlDQ/s1600-h/cartoon-birthday-cake-1002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SeC5kp14YVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aomZ0JrqlDQ/s400/cartoon-birthday-cake-1002.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323458798910202194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Announcement!!!&lt;div&gt;I have hijacked Beth's blog to tell all of her bloggy friends and readers that today is her birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make sure that you leave her a comment wishing her happy birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her husband and loyal reader,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ednbeth.blogspot.com"&gt;Eddie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6495469963182704016-7905241670965057951?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7905241670965057951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=7905241670965057951' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/7905241670965057951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/7905241670965057951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-hijack.html' title='Happy Birthday Hijack!!'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/SeC5kp14YVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aomZ0JrqlDQ/s72-c/cartoon-birthday-cake-1002.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-3186256620743284736</id><published>2009-04-10T05:30:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T05:30:01.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--Fav quote of the week: "Remember, Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, but backwards and in high heels."            -Bob Thaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I murdered a big, fat, juicy cat this week.  Actually, it was involuntary cat slaughter.  His family decided not to press charges.  It seems the feline was suicidal since it ran out in front of my van that was going 65mph.  I felt pretty bad about it, but my van full of teenage boys found it highly entertaining.  I don't really foresee any of them becoming animal rights activists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I watched "Sweet Home Alabama" the other night for the thousandth time and finally decided that I need to know what "baloney cake" is.   So I looked it up and, if you are curious, you can go &lt;a href="http://www.grouprecipes.com/67287/baloney-cake.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to see the recipe.  I will refrain from giving my opinion on this unusual concoction, but let me just say that I was born and raised in the South and I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; eaten this!  I had never even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt; of it until I watched this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Click &lt;a href="http://www.giantperspectives.com/read/the_ultimate_goal_of_a_leader/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read a really great post on the ultimate goal of a leader.  It is a tremendous little morsel of encouragement to leaders at this time in our nation's history.  Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If you have never heard a thirteen-year-old boy, whose voice is still changing, play and sing The Allman Brothers' "Ramblin' Man" at the top of his lungs then I question if you have really lived.  Just for the record this was not one of my boys but I will still refrain from using his real name to protect the not-so-innocent.  I tried to get him to let me video his "performance", and I use that term loosely, but he said no.  If his mom is reading this, take heart...puberty is just cruel that way.  It is running positively rampant here at my house and this is why I sometimes just leave and go to the mall.  We who have already fought puberty and won must, at times,  seek out comfort and solace.  And silence.  Have mercy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--And finally, I have a burning question that I would really like answered.  I love all things Christmas and especially Christmas trees with the beautiful ornaments and twinkly lights.  That all makes perfect sense to me.  Even the reindeer and snowmen, which have nothing to do with the birth of sweet baby Jesus, are endearing and decorative.  However I do not, for the life of me, understand hanging plastic eggs from long strings on a tree in your front yard in celebration of Easter.  I realize that I might be offending someone and Lord knows it won't be the first time, but I just have to know WHY???  This isn't a religious statement I am making here.  In fact, it would fall more in the home decor category if anything.  I just need answers, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/38137.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-3186256620743284736?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3186256620743284736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=3186256620743284736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3186256620743284736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3186256620743284736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-jumbles_10.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5783203395749334338</id><published>2009-04-08T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T05:30:01.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abiding'/><title type='text'>Where Freedom Is Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sdwbc1keGAI/AAAAAAAAANI/G99V6NHdCWM/s1600-h/IMG_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sdwbc1keGAI/AAAAAAAAANI/G99V6NHdCWM/s320/IMG_1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322159041875417090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture that my Daddy took recently while standing in his backyard on the St. John's River in St. Augustine, Florida.  It would have been pretty beautiful to have one Bald Eagle land on his dock, but two, well, that just doesn't happen every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or does it?  Actually, the American Bald Eagle, our National Emblem signifying our freedom as a nation, mates for life and so, if you pay attention, it is not unusual to find two together.  I love that.  Because Jesus mates for life with His Bride and, if we pay attention, He can be found near His Bride.  Near you.  And near me.  I love that our Father in Heaven is with us always.  And because He is our freedom, it, too, is with us always.  Sometimes we just don't see it.  We lose sight of Him and Who He really is.  But because He loves us so desperately, He will land beside us, His mirror image, and remind us that the freedom we wrestle with was already extravagantly paid for and ours for the taking.  Freedom wasn't won on American soil in one quick battle...it took our forefathers much sacrifice and many years.  And though our freedom in Christ has already been won, it takes years sometimes to see it, to embrace it, to live in it fully.  And it is worth every moment.  Don't throw down your hat and walk away defeated, friend.  If you have been searching for freedom in an area of your life and you just don't see it, cease your striving and land somewhere and wait.  And when you turn your head and look, you will find it right beside you.  He is there.  He is always there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5783203395749334338?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5783203395749334338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5783203395749334338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5783203395749334338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5783203395749334338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-freedom-is-found.html' title='Where Freedom Is Found'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sdwbc1keGAI/AAAAAAAAANI/G99V6NHdCWM/s72-c/IMG_1588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5360614943891623964</id><published>2009-04-06T05:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:30:01.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discipleship'/><title type='text'>The Learning Leader</title><content type='html'>Last week I wrote about the importance of mentoring/discipleship.  I touched on the command in scripture to do so and the qualifications necessary to accomplish the task.  Click &lt;a href="http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/mentoring-twos-of-timothy.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check out that post.  Today I want to share the most important lesson my mentor taught me and what you as a mentor should teach your young Padawan (sorry...didn't mean to go all Obi-Wan on you). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me a fish, I eat for a day.  Teach me to fish, I eat for a lifetime."  This is the old "proverb" of unknown origin that my mentor used to illustrate the most important thing he would ever teach me-to feed myself.  He showed me how essential it is for any Christian to become a life-long student of God's Word.  He provided me with both a steady diet of quality books and teaching tapes (it was cassettes then...back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth), and with a consistent example of how this "habit of learning" should never, ever end.  &lt;a href="http://www.familydm.com/"&gt;Ray Owens&lt;/a&gt; was and still is always, always reading, learning and growing and it is just such a posture of humility that has qualified him to lead.  And I know no other man or woman with as much fruit as he has.  This is not because of his "greatness" but because of his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great humility&lt;/span&gt; and his example of being the "learning leader." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great leader knows that her primary purpose is to learn, not to teach and that when she does teach, she should teach first and foremost how to learn and how to pass this passion on to others.  To be a disciple is to forever be a student and the key characteristic of a student is a posture of humility.  Not coincidentally, this posture of humility is also the key characteristic of a great leader.  Beware of the "leader" who no longer learns and no longer views themselves as a humble student but rather the wise teacher.  Run away, Forrest!!  Run!!!  To be unteachable makes a person unfit to lead and a danger to all those in his or her path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all the people I have ever heard complain about their local church and the fact that they "are just not getting fed", I thank God for the man who mentored me and taught me that it is not the church's job to feed me.  It is my responsibility and my great privilege to press into God and know Him for myself.  And it is also yours, dear friend.  Now go and teach this to someone else and change their life forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5360614943891623964?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5360614943891623964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5360614943891623964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5360614943891623964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5360614943891623964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/learning-leader.html' title='The Learning Leader'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-2148397738542264747</id><published>2009-04-04T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T05:30:00.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>A Little Laughter for Your Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6743d93a3bdf5098" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-1454893545592355394</id><published>2009-04-03T05:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:32:55.319-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Jumbles'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--I learned this week that if I eat 569 Hershey's Special Dark candy bars at one time, &lt;a href="http://energyfiend.com/death-by-caffeine"&gt;the amount of caffeine&lt;/a&gt; in that much chocolate will kill me.  There most certainly are worse ways one could meet their demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--FYI-my hubs and I are thinking of buying some canoes since it now rains more here in Georgia than in &lt;a href="http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/as384/field/waialeale.html"&gt;Mt. Waialeale&lt;/a&gt;, which I read this week gets more rain than just about anywhere.  But I am sure you already knew that.  If this keeps up, we might just load up the fam and move to Seattle.  I have always wanted to see the Space Needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Fav quote of the week: Fish is the only food that is considered spoiled once it smells like what it is.     -P.J. O'Rourke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I nearly caught our kitchen on fire this week.  It seems that you are supposed to turn on the burner UNDER the tea kettle and not the one in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;front&lt;/span&gt; of it that is covered with the cute burner cover.  My oldest son, who coincidentally nearly caught the kitchen on fire the week before, was good enough to point out, as he passed through the kitchen, that the burner cover was on fire.  Ever quick on my feet (NOT), I whacked the burner cover and sent it flying across the kitchen, sending a shower of sparks every which way.  Oh, it was exciting.  Not much happens in Columbus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--And finally, did you know that the two people who started and operate &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/"&gt;Snopes.com &lt;/a&gt;are a husband and wife team (Barbara &amp;amp; David Mikkelson) whose headquarters is their double-wide just outside of Los Angeles?  And they run it by themselves. Incredible!  This is where I confess that if I had an enormous internet business of that size, I would hire a staff.  And buy a house.  Made of bricks.  Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.  And take a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-1454893545592355394?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1454893545592355394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=1454893545592355394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1454893545592355394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1454893545592355394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-jumbles.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-6163448231932354052</id><published>2009-04-01T05:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:30:01.262-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discipleship'/><title type='text'>Mentoring: The Twos of Timothy</title><content type='html'>2 Tim2:2 "The things which you have heard from me in the presence of many witnesses, entrust these to faithful men who will be able to teach others also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began my relationship with God when I was fifteen years old and when I was sixteen I met my mentor.  He was our new youth pastor, just moved up from Tarpon Springs, Florida to our small southern Georgia town and little did I know then the lifelong impact he and his wife would have on me.  Most youth pastors are loved and admired by their students and many go on to maintain relationship with former students, but few understand mentoring and the eternal impact of reproducing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned from my mentor that mentoring was simply the truth found in the above passage from Timothy.  You allow your protege to shadow you and learn from you that they might in turn do the same.  He taught me that the real fruit of discipleship is when the sons and daughters you have taught have their own sons and daughters to teach and train.  If it stops, then you didn't do your job right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has always troubled me is the obvious shortage of Christians who are willing to mentor others.  Surely this lack is due in part to insecurity deep within a man or woman who feels unworthy or unqualified to mentor, but this need not be.  One only needs a pulse and brain waves to mentor another person and the willingness to give of their time.  This is how the church was intended to propagate itself, not through programs and classes. It is each man and woman's responsibility to reproduce and to disciple the next generation of the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I am going to share the number one lesson I learned from my mentor and "father", &lt;a href="http://www.familydm.com/"&gt;Ray Owens&lt;/a&gt;.  You don't want to miss this.  I would love to hear your thoughts on mentoring and discipleship.  Don't be shy...jump on in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-6163448231932354052?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6163448231932354052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=6163448231932354052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6163448231932354052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6163448231932354052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/mentoring-twos-of-timothy.html' title='Mentoring: The Twos of Timothy'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-2766829094583690929</id><published>2009-03-30T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T05:30:01.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risk-taking'/><title type='text'>Faith, Abandonment  and Other Easy Things</title><content type='html'>"I may not understand what Jesus Christ says, but it is dangerous to say that therefore He was mistaken in what He said.  It is never right to think that my obedience to a word of God will bring dishonor to Jesus.  The only thing that will bring dishonor is not obeying Him.  To put my view of His honor in place of what He is plainly impelling me to do is never right, although it may arise from a real desire to prevent Him being put to open shame."           -Oswald Chambers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about these words from Oswald Chambers that I read in my devotion yesterday.  When the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leading of God &lt;/span&gt;conflicts with our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;understanding of God&lt;/span&gt; we are left questioning how well we really know God.  You may ask yourself, "How can this possibly be the voice of God?  This doesn't make sense and either God is going to look foolish or I am."  I love the above passage from My Utmost For His Highest because it puts in proper perspective this debate in which we sometimes find ourselves.  We must never put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our view&lt;/span&gt; in place of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His direction &lt;/span&gt;in our lives.  This is easy to give voice to but excruciating at times to do.  What makes it even harder is when you are concerned that your obedience will tarnish His reputation in the eyes of people you lead, maybe even your own children.  And that is where faith must kick in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chambers goes on to say that "Faith is not intelligent understanding, faith is deliberate commitment to a Person where I see no way."  Absolute, unquestioning obedience requires total abandonment of self which is so much more than lip service to a particular creed.  It doesn't just ask for involvement, it requires an absorption of who you are into Who He is.&lt;br /&gt;So, no matter how out of place or uncomfortable His leading in your life may be, your only response should be complete trust and unwavering confidence that He can handle the resulting consequences of your obedience.  I don't know about you but I wrestle with this.  And sometimes, it is just not pretty.  But when it is all said and done, I can't help but come back to the simple truth of an old hymn "I once was lost but now am found; was blind but now I see."  He  changed me from who I was to who I am.   And using the language of a changed life, He can speak for Himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-2766829094583690929?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2766829094583690929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=2766829094583690929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/2766829094583690929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/2766829094583690929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/faith-abandonment-and-other-easy-things.html' title='Faith, Abandonment  and Other Easy Things'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5113531969201485785</id><published>2009-03-28T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:34:17.276-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Oh, The Things We Do To Entertain Ourselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2FX9rviEhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2FX9rviEhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5113531969201485785?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5113531969201485785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5113531969201485785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5113531969201485785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5113531969201485785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-things-we-do-to-entertain-ourselves.html' title='Oh, The Things We Do To Entertain Ourselves'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-8963902190833956959</id><published>2009-03-27T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:26:30.781-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--So, I discovered the cure for migraine headaches this week. I like to call it my "I-feel-like -I'm-having-a-stroke cocktail".  You take two Aleve, two Advil and two Tylenol and wash them down your pie hole with one liter of Mountain Dew.   Oh, I exaggerate.   A little.   You really only need two cups of Mountain Dew. And you will be back to your old self in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I've decided that when you are fasting, watching Food Network is probably not a good idea.  It is kind of like porn for the food-deprived individual.  It might be wrong...but it feels so right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Fav quote of the week: "To take from one, because it is thought his own industry and that of his fathers has acquired too much, in order to spare to others, who, or whose fathers, have not exercised equal industry and skill, is to violate arbitrarily the first principle of association, the guarantee to everyone the free exercise of his industry and the fruits acquired by it." --Thomas Jefferson   (read it a few times if you need to...it is a great truth for the times we live in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I sat down on the living room floor one afternoon this week to play Pick up Sticks (yes, people do still play that game) with my youngest son.  Before he threw the sticks down he looked me right in the eyes and said, "You had better enjoy this because one day you won't have little boys to play games with.  Jacob and David already don't like to any more."  I promise you my lip was trembling and it was all I could do not to burst into tears on the spot.  Rip a mama's heart out, will ya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--And finally, Dave Ramsey, in cooperation with LifeChurch.TV, will be hosting a Town Hall for Hope Meeting on April 23rd at 8pm.  This is a free event during which he will be addressing the state of the economy, how we got here and where to go from here.  I am a huge fan of Dave Ramsey and I especially appreciate the positive approach he has to what is happening in our country.  With so much doom, gloom and hopelessness, it is nice to hear truth wrapped up in hope.   Click &lt;a href="http://www.townhallforhope.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to get the details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-8963902190833956959?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8963902190833956959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=8963902190833956959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8963902190833956959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8963902190833956959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-jumbles_27.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-517348075454449690</id><published>2009-03-25T05:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:11:14.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abiding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>Social Media: How Much Is Too Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="quote"&gt;Our Adversary majors in three things: noise, hurry and crowds. If he can keep us engaged in "muchness" and "manyness," he will rest satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     --Richard Foster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in an era earmarked by the most astounding technological advancements of all time. The winds of change in this arena over the past three decades have been nothing short of a whirlwind.  What is most remarkable about all of this change and development is the sense of connection to others it has brought us.  And while our ability to click a button and connect with one another across the globe through various social media most certainly has its merits, there are pitfalls that should and must be considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As wondrous as Facebook, Twitter and iPhones are, it is imperative that we do not allow the "noise" of these portals of community to drown out the quiet voice of our own souls and the solitude that the soul craves.    Richard Foster wrote about the importance of solitude in his book "Celebration of Discipline", and it is a practice that we are in danger of losing in our hyper-connected world.  We used to have quiet moments to think, reflect and still ourselves throughout the day; waiting for our dining companion in a restaurant, in the carpool line at your child's school, in the library, at the dentist office, in traffic, sitting in a coffee shop, or even while using the bathroom!  But now we can Twitter, Facebook, read blogs, check e-mail or talk on the phone anytime, anywhere.  Does everyone really need to know what you are doing all day every day?  Could it be that we miss out on some "living" when we spend so much time "reporting" on our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not read into this that I am against any of these things.  I do, however, think we must be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very careful&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; the place that these "connections" have in our lives.  Silence, solitude and quiet thought is essential to our well-being, to our growth and health as Christians and as human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ask yourself-&lt;br /&gt;Are you more "connected" than you should be?  When was the last time you connected with....you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I love people. I love my family, my children . . . but inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up."   -Pearl S. Buck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-517348075454449690?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/517348075454449690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=517348075454449690' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/517348075454449690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/517348075454449690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/social-media-how-much-is-too-much.html' title='Social Media: How Much Is Too Much?'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-1774743776358294259</id><published>2009-03-24T05:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:30:00.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>What???  No Post???!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Scgj26oJWiI/AAAAAAAAANA/Rj6LyHpQfB8/s1600-h/reminder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Scgj26oJWiI/AAAAAAAAANA/Rj6LyHpQfB8/s320/reminder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316538786468420130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please remember that I have changed my posting schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes....I will throw in a surprise one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just never know about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can click &lt;a href="http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-jumbles_20.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see the original post about the schedule changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you back here tomorrow...oh, how I love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-1774743776358294259?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1774743776358294259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=1774743776358294259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1774743776358294259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1774743776358294259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-no-post.html' title='What???  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Apparently Daystar Church's pastor of nine years, Jerry Lawson, has launched a month-long teaching series called "Great Sex: God's Way" and has even rented billboard space in their tiny town to advertise it.  And some folks in Good Hope are feeling less than hopeful about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concerns that were cited are, and I am nut-shelling here, that "sex should be discussed at home and in schools-not in church", "this is just a fancy marketing scheme to get people to come to their church", and finally-and I quote- "Paul said preach the Gospel.  Talking about sex ain't gonna get nobody to heaven."  The last quote was from another pastor in that town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Lawson took over the leadership of Daystar Church, which was then running less than 100 in attendance, and has grown that church to over 2,000, which is more than Good Hope's total population.  Forgive me for once again tossing my opinions about but, friends, as I read these criticisms of Daystar Church, I smell a Pharisee or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly there is much debate about church growth strategies and then there is the whole "mega-church versus small church" discussion that I find more than a little tiresome.  This is just wasting breath arguing over non-essentials when the church should be about making disciples-not critiquing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; other churches are going about making disciples.  Sheeesh!  It would seem to me that the issues some are having with this church in Alabama are more about that issue than about sex.  But for those who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; troubled with the church addressing the topic of sex, I have just a few words.  WAKE UP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a former pastor, I have spent countless hours helping couples deal with sexual issues and it IS a topic the church should address.  Jesus didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; commission us to "preach repentance."  He commissioned us to make disciples (Matt28:19-20) and, while that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begins&lt;/span&gt; with repentance, it does not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt; there.  We have to teach people how to live, how to grow in vital relationship with God and then in relationship with others.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God made sex&lt;/span&gt;.   He is not offended or embarrassed by it, and He wants married people to enjoy it like crazy!!!   If the church refuses to talk about it, the problems won't go away and the destruction of marriages in the church will continue to be equal with those outside of the church.  We must equip the people in every area of life and see each come to a place of wholeness and healing that each might, in turn, bring the very same healing and wholeness to those in their own sphere of influence. ( 2Tim 4:2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?  Should the church address issues of sexuality?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-3736605744488999678?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3736605744488999678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=3736605744488999678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3736605744488999678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3736605744488999678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/sexy-church.html' title='Sexy Church'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5879508279493156883</id><published>2009-03-22T22:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:34:50.201-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>I Am Confessing My Love Affair...</title><content type='html'>I lived for four and a half years in Lake City, Florida....a little town that did not have a Chick-fil-A.  And it was torture.  I wrote letters and e-mails to their corporate offices in Atlanta but always they said no to putting one in Lake City.  I now live in Columbus, Georgia where there are three Chick-fil-A restaurants and I thank God for bringing this gift to me.  Because, friends, I LOVE Chick-fil-A and I finally found someone who can express my passion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NsJHqstPuNo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NsJHqstPuNo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5879508279493156883?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5879508279493156883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5879508279493156883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5879508279493156883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5879508279493156883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-confessing-my-love-affair.html' title='I Am Confessing My Love Affair...'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-6634636789154723146</id><published>2009-03-20T05:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:11:25.960-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Friday Jumbles</title><content type='html'>--Let me start this off by letting my tens of readers know that I am going to be changing my posting schedule (pronounced shhhhedule...I am feeling rather British today). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Beginning next week, I will be posting on Monday, Wednesday and Friday only&lt;/span&gt;.  I am backing off a bit to spend more of my writing time on another writing project.  This means, of course, that I have to make my three posts a week count...no more of this silliness and nonsense.  Yeah, we all know that won't happen.  I am a pied piper of sarcasm and nonsense, especially on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Although one of the main objectives of this blog is to expose and do away with sexism in the church, I am about to make a sexist remark and so I am apologizing in advance for any potential offense the following remark may cause.  Sick little boys and sick grown men are all the same inside: whiny.   Now, I realize there are exceptions so do pardon my painting with such broad strokes.  But I do have extensive experience with this so please don't try to convince me otherwise.  I'm just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I had never seen "The Nightmare Before Christmas" until last night.  If you haven't seen it either and you feel you might like to rent it, please lie down until the urge passes.  Spend your money on something more worthwhile....like a down payment on a nice root canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--And finally, here is my nine-year-old son's bedtime prayer from last night:  "Dear God, thank you for today even though I have been sick and feel like crap.  Please heal me and David and help my Daddy make lots of money on his job.  Hanging up now.  Amen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I laughed out loud.   Have a beautiferous weekend! (I made up a word just for you, &lt;a href="http://kitkatminer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sharon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-6634636789154723146?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6634636789154723146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=6634636789154723146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6634636789154723146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6634636789154723146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-jumbles_20.html' title='Friday Jumbles'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-3526450389841647739</id><published>2009-03-19T05:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:30:00.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Parenting</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write something for today's post that would be deep and inspiring, yea even life-changing.  But then I said "Nahhh".  You see I have two sick kids and one other who wishes he were sick so he could get out of his school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No such luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met our new doctor yesterday and oooohhhhhhh how I miss our old one!  (Heather, where are you?????)  Then I followed her directions to the diagnostic center where my son would be getting a chest x-ray and I learned that being able to prescribe narcotics and such does not necessarily qualify one to give directions.  Yeah, I got lost. My husband suggested I call the office back and ask someone else for directions but I knew in my current state of PMS that I would most likely wield my sword of sarcasm in a less than life-giving way.  So I refrained.  And I found the diagnostic center on my own because I am just stubborn like that.  I also decided that I would not let my new doctor's inability to tell her left from her right dissuade me from trusting her medical advice.  I may later regret this decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out my young son does NOT have pneumonia but our new physician still feels it necessary to have us give him the antibiotic she prescribed.  My son showed her, though!  After taking both pills for day one he then proceeded to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everything in his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the trashcan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because if you are that close to a trash can, why bother to lift the lid when you can, instead, splash the entire contents of your stomach all over your shoes and pants, the trash can AND the cabinet behind it.  Good plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would have been proud of me...I just laughed and then cleaned it up.  Did I mention my PMS?  And because I am a good mother, I curled up in my bed with my son and watched three hours of Orcs murdering each other with every form of sharp weaponry.  I actually do like "Lord of the Rings", but I am more in a "You've Got Mail" frame of mind right now.  I did, however, cheer loudly when Legolas slid down that flight of stairs while shooting arrows at Orcs.  I so would have face-planted half way down the stairs and been brain dead on the spot.  Ring?  What ring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.  I know.  You are overcome with inspiration.  Just lie down.  I promise you it will pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-3526450389841647739?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3526450389841647739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=3526450389841647739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3526450389841647739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/3526450389841647739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/adventures-in-parenting.html' title='Adventures in Parenting'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-6390763330536762894</id><published>2009-03-18T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T05:30:01.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time-management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abiding'/><title type='text'>Come Aside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/ScABFoEmtKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kLObEx7ljL4/s1600-h/chinese+pictograph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/ScABFoEmtKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kLObEx7ljL4/s320/chinese+pictograph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314248756464891042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read recently that the Chinese pictograph for "busy" is two different characters: heart and killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is reason enough to take a look at your life and evaluate how you are living it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing as Jesus instructed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He said to them, "Come aside by yourselves to a deserted place and rest a while."   -Mark 6:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabbath, or rest, is the womb where His words to us come alive and we are transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where our hearts come alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart dead or is it alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you "coming aside" to rest or are you pushing rest aside that you might get more accomplished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be those in your life who choose not to rest and call it a "good work ethic."  Do not let their dead, busy lives overshadow your own.  Work hard and then come aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come aside for rest and for a heart that lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-6390763330536762894?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6390763330536762894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=6390763330536762894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6390763330536762894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6390763330536762894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-aside.html' title='Come Aside...'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/ScABFoEmtKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kLObEx7ljL4/s72-c/chinese+pictograph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-6369090604867773096</id><published>2009-03-17T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T05:30:00.881-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intimacy'/><title type='text'>The Skin of Knowing</title><content type='html'>"Many believe that it is love that grows, but it is the knowing that grows and love simply expands to contain it.  Love is just the skin of knowing."     -from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Shack&lt;/span&gt; by William P. Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, as I drew a tepid bath for my fevered little boy, I was swept away to some moment in the winter of 1970 when I was just a baby and my mother was my hero.  I don't actually remember that long ago night, I only know the story of it so well that it feels like I can remember what happened.  I was very, very sick with a fever of over 105 degrees and my father, then a Secret Service Agent with the federal government, was out of town, leaving my mother alone with my older brother and sick little me.  Mama told me how she called the doctor and they told her to strip me down to my diaper and walk me around outside in the snowy night until my fever came down.  And so she did.  She walked me about in the snow, holding on to my burning-hot, diaper-clad little body as I chattered and hallucinated and she cried and prayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward thirty-nine years and here I am with my own little boy, fighting his high fever and understanding what my own mama felt all those years ago.  And as I look at his flushed face that is so like my own used to be, I am moved by this small reflection of me and my husband. You don't just love your child because he is yours.  You love your child because you know him so very well and his delicious uniqueness is divinely irresistible.  And I remind myself that this same mystery exists between God and me and He invites me to truly know Him that my love for Him might expand.  He knows and loves completely, a reality that I do not pretend to understand, but that I do find irresistible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-6369090604867773096?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6369090604867773096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=6369090604867773096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6369090604867773096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/6369090604867773096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/skin-of-knowing.html' title='The Skin of Knowing'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-8020551399512131802</id><published>2009-03-16T05:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T05:30:00.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>A Small World After All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sb2phX7d6iI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lYVntAotvow/s1600-h/March+2009+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sb2phX7d6iI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lYVntAotvow/s320/March+2009+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313589526191270434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time of ministry in Florida last week and during some down time on one of the days, we took our boys to Disney World and a few other Disney parks (it was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; day!).  And as much as I love roller coasters, I love seeing old friends even more.  We were just heading past Cinderella's Castle when I spotted two former students(back in the day when we were youth pastors) and their baby daughter heading our way...it really IS a small world after all!!!  This is Charlie and Miki Chastain and their sweet daughter, Isabel.  They are missionaries to Russia with the Mission Society and you can check out who they are and what they do &lt;a href="http://www.actsofadvocacy.org/Home.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the fact that this is not a flattering picture of me (it IS still all about me, right?) I was so excited to see old friends and snap a photo that means so much to me.  Charlie is also an amazing guitarist and was the earliest influence on our middle son who is now completely obsessed with guitars.  You never do know what fruit will come from the convergence of your path with someone else and I am thankful for what God is doing with Miki and Charlie and for the mark they have made on us.  Do pop over to their website...they are living big and making a difference.  And that is more breathtaking than Cinderella's Castle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-8020551399512131802?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8020551399512131802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=8020551399512131802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8020551399512131802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/8020551399512131802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-world-after-all.html' title='A Small World After All'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GoyyEgc88U/Sb2phX7d6iI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lYVntAotvow/s72-c/March+2009+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-132153243905317902</id><published>2009-03-12T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:35:18.186-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>Gimme a Break</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, my bloggy friends, I am taking a little break.  This is my last post until Monday because I am currently down in Florida for a few ministry meetings and a day at the happiest place on earth.  Gotta love a little Disney!  Please come back on Monday...I will be here.  I promise not to wear my Mickey Mouse ears or my Disney princess tiara.  I heart you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-132153243905317902?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/132153243905317902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=132153243905317902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/132153243905317902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/132153243905317902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/gimme-break.html' title='Gimme a Break'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-5645467057348067700</id><published>2009-03-11T05:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:41:06.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My Caped Crusader Grew Up!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the 14th birthday of my middle son, David.  He is 5' 9" so we see eye to eye now and he has a deep voice, hairy legs and a haircut I would have never chosen.  My hubs and I have always called him Dave the Brave because he was so fascinated with super heroes as a little boy.  When he didn't have on clothes he would still wear a cape of some sort even if it was nothing more than his baby blanket draped around his shoulders and fastened with a clothes pin.  Now his shoulders are always draped with a guitar strap and the world he lives in is no longer fraught with evil villains, but riffs he is trying to master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the time go?  And how has that little boy with the glow-in-the-dark smile and the big imagination become a young man with such big dreams?  I so love having three sons.  I love the privilege of watching them change and become.  And I have to bite my tongue sometimes and remember that listening to my teenagers is far more important than lecturing, fussing, and rubbing their noses in their mistakes.  That is what God does for me.  Although He encompasses all wisdom and knowledge, He never beats me up with His words.  He never rubs my nose in my failures.  Instead, He invites me to draw near to Him, to know Him intimately and to be loved.  And He lets me feel the consequences of my actions.  What a great parent God is and I run to Him every day as I try to follow His example.  I thought the "terrible twos" were hard...no one told me about the "heaven help me they are teenagers-now what??"  Some things you just have to figure out on your own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-5645467057348067700?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5645467057348067700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=5645467057348067700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5645467057348067700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/5645467057348067700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-caped-crusader-grew-up.html' title='My Caped Crusader Grew Up!'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6495469963182704016.post-1935893878825023268</id><published>2009-03-10T05:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T05:30:00.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>The Extravagance of Compassion</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about compassion yesterday.  I remember reading somewhere that the word compassion literally means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt; (with) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt; (suffering).  So compassion really isn't about sentimental feelings or pity, but rather it is sharing in the pain.  It is suffering &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; someone.  How many of us really want to sign up for that?  I struggle with it, wrestle with it even, like with a big alligator that I think might eat me if I let my guard down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to visit a nursing home every Sunday morning for about a year and a half...maybe two years.  During that time I got to know some of the men and women who lived there, many of whom had no family, and my heart would just nearly break every time I walked in the place.  Every single time. I would sit with some and ask about their children and grandchildren and their deceased spouses.  Most were quite philosophical about being near the end of their lives and I was often struck by their quiet acceptance of it.  Sometimes the ones who were the most overlooked and neglected by their own relatives were the sweetest and kindest, and they made me feel as if I had given them the world when all I had done was sit with them, look into their eyes and enter into their reality for just a few minutes.  And I always thought that,  with each visit, it would grow easier to have communion with such deep pain , but it never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a pastor I was accustomed to seeing the hurts of others.  It was my job and my great privilege to listen, to roll up my sleeves and get down into the dirt and disappointments of others, to help them when I could and hold them close when I could not.  But for me this was a stark, raw suffering that I could scarcely look upon and there was not a single Sunday that I didn't want to turn and run back out to my car and drive away and pretend that no such pain existed.  I am not proud of that, but I won't lie about it either.  The deep suffering of others is often blinding, suffocating and repelling and it is only when we are in vital union with the One who was a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief that we can look upon it, reach out and touch it, and even enter in.  To suffer with another is the most extravagant of gifts and not one we can give in and of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when my own mother became terminally ill and I could visibly see the life being stripped from her by the ravages of cancer, I stopped going to the nursing home.  I had overwhelming suffering now living with me under my own roof and it was more than I could bear to go and watch the dozen or more little ladies and gentlemen that I had grown to love slip away.  The loss was too much.  And I knew that it was okay.  My beautiful friend, Palma, would continue to go and love them up close while I wrapped my arms around the deepest suffering of my very own mother.  Such times give us the tiniest glimpse through the eyes of God.  We truly could not bear more than the slightest sliver of what He sees.  What about you?  When have you glimpsed suffering?  How did you enter in and how did it change you?   I would love to hear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6495469963182704016-1935893878825023268?l=bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1935893878825023268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6495469963182704016&amp;postID=1935893878825023268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1935893878825023268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6495469963182704016/posts/default/1935893878825023268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethbrawleytaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/extravagance-of-compassion.html' title='The Extravagance of Compassion'/><author><name>Beth Brawley Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13157351971656873986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9egLAso1sc/TfEY_cCAYFI/AAAAAAAAASY/ahWAghQSULc/s220/Beth_WIM%2BMEX%2BCONF.%2B2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
