<?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-3843544340917729457</id><updated>2011-11-08T07:56:42.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hinds' Feet on High Places</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog for those who are reading, have read, or have been in one way or another impacted by Hannah Hurnard's book, Hinds' Feet on High Places.  I'd love your comments.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Linda Barrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726151062812807098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843544340917729457.post-7617641227258947345</id><published>2009-05-16T13:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:57:18.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 9 - Great Precipice Injury</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love Much-Afraid.  Her temptations resemble mine.  I have heard the same comments from my own head (or the Enemy) a thousand times.  I have often resisted calling on the Shepherd for the same reasons: I am ashamed, or I am afraid that He is going to tell me that I really do have to do what He has told me to do.  I'd rather sit in denial than receive truth, or at least that is how it looks from my response - or my lack of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What are ways that we don't call on Him?  We don't get in His word.  We don't attend church.  We won't bother to call on others to pray with us when we are struggling.  We avoid prayer and refuse to worship.  We flee hope.  We are so silly.  We are silly because Christ is the cure.  Applying grace to our heart through the means of grace brings on more grace.  These things tend to create sweeter longings and more obedience.  He proves Himself to be a tender lover and friend when we resist the urge to resist.  It's like refusing an offer for a trip to the sea because we are happy with creating mud pies - as C.S. Lewis would say.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On page 121 Much-Afraid frets as she says that because she can’t get up to the high places the way that the Shepherd has chosen, she can’t go at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Has the thought ever come to you that you won’t be able to pass the way set before you, and therefore you can’t get to a better “place” in your faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Does Craven Fear’s comments, “Did you really believe that you could escape me altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You belong to me,” sometime feel like they are words spoken to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How can you fight that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What do you need to believe to silence that voice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Look at the taunting of Craven Fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How does Fear speak to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Much-Afraid resisted calling on the Shepherd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What keeps you from calling on the Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When the Shepherd spoke to Much-Afraid, how did he speak to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you picture the Lord speaking to you as tenderly, or do you imagine Him differently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What is true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How might the Shepherd’s comment to Much-Afraid, “I know you better than you know yourself,” cause us to have hope in our trials?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you believe that the Lord delights in doing the impossible with us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What impossible task might the Lord want to accomplish in you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Into whom might you be transformed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Much-Afraid laid her will, her dread and her shrinking on the altar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Has this idea ever occurred to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(I have often understood the idea of laying my will on the altar, but not so much my dread and my shrinking.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why might that be a sacrifice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Shepherd warned Much-Afraid that her enemies would be at the base of the mountain waiting for her if she lingered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you ever experienced a time of temptation when you are getting ready to do something, but you haven’t taken the 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; step?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How much harder is the temptation before beginning something than after you have begun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Can you share a time this was true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843544340917729457-7617641227258947345?l=climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7617641227258947345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-9-great-precipice-injury.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default/7617641227258947345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default/7617641227258947345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-9-great-precipice-injury.html' title='Chapter 9 - Great Precipice Injury'/><author><name>Linda Barrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726151062812807098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843544340917729457.post-8748383413313809363</id><published>2009-05-15T21:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:22:58.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 8 - On the Old Sea Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In this chapter, Much Afraid offers the contents of her heart upon the altar.  What might an offering like that include if it came from our hearts?   For some of us it might include some pet sin that we secretly don't want to give up yet.  Or maybe one of the things that we might offer on the altar would be some desire or dream.  Several years ago I broke my hip, and the break was quite serious.  It altered a number of things.  I experienced grief as I had to let go of things that I had begun to take great pleasure in.  I had to offer what was in my heart to God and live in the tension of the loss.  I know people who have experienced the loss of the dream of a perfect family - children have gone astray, children become ill or die, husbands leave, wives die, husbands are permanently disabled, the perfect career turns out to be a perfect storm, or if one is single, maybe the offering would be the dream of a family and more.  We all live with the loss and disappointment of seeing dreams delayed or dashed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Probably within each of our hearts there would also be something called our "will" that would need to go onto the altar as well.  Maybe it is our determined desire to have the grand home, or an important job, or even a meaningful ministry. What is in our hearts that needs to be offered?  Whatever He requires of you, please remember that if He requires something or if you offer him the contents of your heart as a sacrifice, you will never be disappointed.  It's like trading dirt for gold, less for more, stagnant water for bubbling streams.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why is the offering important?  For one thing, He is Lord.  By the definition of Lord, our hearts belong to Him.  Another reason - He is all wise and knows best how to finish the work that He began in me.  A third reason is that He is loving and is tenderly aware of who I am and how he wants to get me from here to the finish line.  And of course, He is sovereign and knows where He is leading me, and He intends to make sure I get there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But for my own selfish benefit, it is important to let Him have what is in my heart because it helps relieve the grief of the disappointments that I experience and it allows me to live.  If HE has it, then IT is in good hands.  No - it is in GREAT hands!  It gives us a sense of release and growing promise.  We let go of the dream and agree to live fully again in the reality of the power of God in us and in his vibrant, colorful intentions for our lives.  Paul lived a vibrant colorful life, but it was laced with trials, tribulations, and pain, and I KNOW that if you could give him a call, he would tell you that he does not regret any of it and that he would have borne more if he had known what he knows now in the full awareness of God's glory and majesty.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's all join Much-Afraid by giving the Shepherd of our Souls the contents of our hearts to heal, deliver, save, resurrect, empower, comfort, enable, and hold. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here are some questions to consider from Chapter 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“Hope deferred maketh the heart sick.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Proverbs 13:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All of us have areas in our lives that need healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We often experience victory in our lives, only to face the same trouble, sin, or circumstance again, and we are disappointed or heart sick over the fact that we haven’t conquered the “whatever.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When has your hope been deferred much like Much-Afraid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How did you react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pretend like you are giving Much-Afraid encouragement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What would you say to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How did Much-Afraid get victory over Self-Pity and Bitterness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What promises did she cling to and shout at the waves and the roar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What is the best remedy for our self-pity and bitterness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“This further delay is not unto death, but for the glory of God; that the Son of God may be glorified.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Taken from John 11:4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes when we hear that “this” is for the glory of God, we couldn’t care less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In many ways Much-Afraid’s offering involved more than just giving up the idea of a quick resolution of the situation; it also involved her acceptance of the fact that the glory of God was worth the suffering that she had to endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Where would you rate yourself concerning the glory of God in your present suffering, sorrow, and/or circumstantial sadness on a scale of 1-10 with 1 being “not worth it” to 10 being “worth it”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What do you think the offering of the contents of her heart might mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What was she in fact offering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843544340917729457-8748383413313809363?l=climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8748383413313809363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-8-on-old-sea-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default/8748383413313809363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default/8748383413313809363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-8-on-old-sea-wall.html' title='Chapter 8 - On the Old Sea Wall'/><author><name>Linda Barrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726151062812807098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843544340917729457.post-8210574029159149681</id><published>2009-05-09T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:01:29.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shepherd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who is the Shepherd in this book?  Those who know Jesus Christ know that it represents Him. But I wanted to remind us of what the Word says about this shepherd.  Allegories are good, but we need the reality of God's word to truly sustain our faith.  We are going to look at Psalm 23, and I will discuss some of the truths that are found there, and then I want to examine the words that Jesus speaks about Himself.  As you read this selection from Psalm 23, please make it personal;  this belongs to you just as assuredly as it belongs to me.  I wrote "me" and "my," but it is also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; "me" and "my!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In Psalm 23 we read that the Lord is my shepherd, and that because He is my shepherd, I shall not want.  This Living God shepherds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  He shepherds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.  He shepherds us individually as we need and He desires.  We may be in a herd, but we are treated according to our need.  We have no lack, for the Lord God who made heaven and earth is our faithful friend and shepherd of our souls.  He makes me lie down in cool places when I need rest, he leads me to quiet, still waters where I may drink and be sustained.  He does for me whatever He knows is best for me.  He takes care of me and my needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He takes me down the paths of righteousness for the sake of His glory and His name.  Sometimes I might not even know where the path is leading, but He is faithful to lead me where I need to go.  Sometimes that path leads me into the valley of the shadow of death.  Still, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; is leading me, and I am never, never, no never alone.  While I am there, I do not have to fear evil, for this strong, mighty shepherd is the one who is with me.  With a word, He can slay the enemy, with a whisper, my enemies turn and run.  He is an awesome God, and He is MY shepherd.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your rod, which looks like it could hurt me, actually keeps me from falling off the edge of the bank, and it prevents me from stumbling over narrow ledges.  Your  staff, is a comfort to me, because I know that if I fall, you will reach into the gully or hole and grab me with it's hook.  When I see it, I think, "Ah, that is my safety."  And you are strong enough to pick me up when I tumble into a chasm.  You are able to carry me to safety.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Out in the middle of the field, when wolves and lions and other predators are surrounding me, hidden in the wood line, you let me feed and sleep and rest.  And as if to remind them of your strength and power over them, you take me up into your arms; you rub sweet oil into my wounds; you pour oil over my head.  I can lay my head and rest well, for I know you, my Good Shepherd, are watching over me.  I am completely filled with joy and awe at your goodness, and the abundance of your lovingkindness to me.  I have more, so much more than enough.  It overflows because of its abundance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because of your faithfulness over and over again, I know that goodness and mercy will always follow me.  They follow me because I am following you, and wherever you go, there is abundance and grace and overflowing love and kindness.  Mercy keeps me, holds me, and sustains me in my unsteady and often unfaithful steps. Goodness is with me because I am with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And most importantly, I will dwell with you forever.  Wherever you go I shall go; you will never leave or forsake; you have gone to prepare a place for me.  I dwell in you, and you dwell in me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This union with you is beyond my wildest dreams and expectations, hopes, or dreams.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When the shepherd sees us, he has compassion on us, because we are harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.  (Matthew 9:36)  When he sees us in this broken condition, He teaches us many things (Mark 6:34)  He calls Himself the Good Shepherd because He does not forsake us.  He calls us by name, and leads us out.  Then He goes before us.  He is so good, in fact, that He is willing to lay down His life for us.  A bad shepherd sees the wolf coming and abandons his sheep, but not our shepherd.  We hear His voice and we know it because it has a special music to it.  It's hard to duplicate such lovingkindness and tender mercy.  (John 10)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then, because He has all power, this Great Shepherd of the sheep will equip us with everything that is good for doing his will, and he works in us what is pleasing to him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever an ever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Hebrews 13:20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843544340917729457-8210574029159149681?l=climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8210574029159149681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/2009/05/shepherd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default/8210574029159149681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default/8210574029159149681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/2009/05/shepherd.html' title='The Shepherd'/><author><name>Linda Barrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726151062812807098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843544340917729457.post-175110185277213250</id><published>2009-05-06T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T05:29:35.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 7 - On the Shores of Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Each of us has experienced loneliness at some point in our lives.  Some of it is a normal part of life.  We can experience loneliness when we move to a new location and can't find a friend.  The pain of loneliness is excruciating when our spouse dies or divorces us; we can also feel loneliness when something is joyful, like when our children go to school or marry and move away.  Many singles experience loneliness often - more often than they would like.  We can be lonely in a crowded room where everyone seems to have someone to talk to but us, or we can be lonely sitting beside our mate with whom we have lost a connection.  Loneliness implies that we are alone - or at least that we are feeling alone.  We are, however, never alone - because Scripture promises that over and over again.   “Be strong. Take courage. Don't be intimidated. Don't give them a second thought because God, your God, is striding ahead of you. He's right there with you. He won't let you down; he won't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;."   Deut. 31:6  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Message &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of the biggest tricks that the enemy of our souls plays on us is to make us feel alone.  He speaks to our hearts trying to convince us that we are the only one in the whole wide world that: does that, feels that, acts like that, thinks that, responds that way, is afraid of that, can't do that, is sad, depressed, upset, angry, mad enough to murder, jealous enough to steal, lustful enough to commit adultery, fearful enough to run, shameful enough to hide, guilty enough to deserve hell.  He does that by creating shame so that we won't be transparent with one another.  I run around thinking you've got it together; you run around thinking I have it together; and we are both dying inside because we are both thinking "I alone am the failure."  It is very liberating to come out of the loneliness of self-righteousness into the freedom and understanding of my fallen nature and yours.  I am NOT ALONE in my brokenness.  You are not alone in yours.  We are equally needy at the cross.  This is one of the reasons that we should continue to try to live among a community of believers - even if it is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even in our pursuit of God, we can find ourselves facing thoughts and fears that we feel are only ours: no one has ever gone this way before.  But this is never true of the believer.  You have a whole parade of people, a "crowd of witnesses," as it were, who have gone before you, facing every kind of doubt, joy, fear, unbelief, sin, victory, power, weakness, persecution, trial, loneliness, and the list goes on and on.  If you have felt it, someone else has too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nevertheless, we want the joy and pleasure of friendships and community.  We are made for it.  "It is not good for man to be alone."  Even though that is true, we cannot always have the depth of community and soul-connection that we long for.  There are times that our God takes us into lonely places in order to develop a deeper friendship with Him.   We should continue to pursue community, but when it isn't available (for whatever reasons) we should fight to believe that we are never completely alone in our sin, our sorrow, our weakness, fears, or doubt.  (Thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.)  Psalm 23  Take heart from the following verses.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hebrews 13:5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Keep your lives free from the love of money, and be content with what you have, for God has said, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will never leave you or abandon you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hence we can confidently say, “The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can anyone do to me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deuteronomy 31: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the LORD shall give them up before your face, that ye may do unto them according unto all the commandments which I have commanded you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of them: for the LORD thy God, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that doth go with thee; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On page 96 there is a quote about Much-Afraid and how she begins to speak a verse to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is the promise that she quotes to herself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How can that verse possibly bring hope to you as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes when I am in the middle of something hard, my mind wanders most often to the thing that is hard and I can dive into a sea of self-pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are some Scriptures that can encourage you in the middle of some of your most frequent battles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Which of the four enemies - Pride, Resentment, Bitterness, and Self-Pity – are you most apt to listen to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are some of the things that these four enemies say to you when you are not in a place of your liking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When they come, how do you fight to believe differently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is something about the idea of the physical presence of God bounding into your life when you are in the middle of difficulty that gives great peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Obviously, that is not part of our normal experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What hinders you from believing that He is just as present when you simply call upon His name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is He present when you call upon His name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Matthew 28:20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:28.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-28.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:28.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-28.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6.  The Shepherd's diagnosis of the problem Much-Afraid was experiencing on page 104 is very revealing, and Much-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:28.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-28.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Afraid agreed with Him.  Have you ever experienced something similar when you thought your deliverance was soon to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:28.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-28.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;come, and then became so disappointed when your trouble didn’t end “on time” that you began to allow those same old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:28.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent:-28.0pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;enemies to have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;access to your heart and mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843544340917729457-175110185277213250?l=climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/175110185277213250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-7-on-shores-of-loneliness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default/175110185277213250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default/175110185277213250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-7-on-shores-of-loneliness.html' title='Chapter 7 - On the Shores of Loneliness'/><author><name>Linda Barrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726151062812807098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843544340917729457.post-5181446988608821713</id><published>2009-05-05T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:02:31.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 6 - Detour through the Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah, the desert.  Symbolic of spiritual dryness and loneliness.  If you have followed the Lord for any length of time at all, you have had the experience of spiritual drought.  It often comes on us without announcement.  We wake up one morning and we feel deaf and numb.  The deafness and numbness lingers - extending from one day to twenty - to forty - to ninety.  At some point we wonder if we will ever reach the end of it, and we begin to resent it and grow very weary.  I am very familiar with deserts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We see the desert dilemma in the life of Much-Afraid in Chapter 6.  Like all spiritual deserts, she learns some special things while there.  One of the most important things she discovers is the flower "Acceptance-with-Joy."  Explore this chapter with us, and find out what she is learning on her way to the High Places through what seems to be an uncalled-for detour.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever been placed into a situation where your life took an extreme detour in what seemed to be a wrong direction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perhaps you thought that you were headed toward spiritual success or a special victory and your path ended in difficulty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How did Much-Afraid react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Was your reaction similar or very different when faced with an unhappy detour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“It is not contradiction only postponement for the best to become possible,” is a statement that the Shepherd makes to Much-Afraid when she is feeling like He has broken His promise to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you think of this statement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is it something you believe, or is it hard to believe when you get thrown a curve ball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Page 82 and 83 discuss the pain that Much-Afraid experiences as she battles with her will and tries to overcome her pain and accept the Shepherd’s direction for her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever experienced anything that created that kind of pain and demand on your life at Christ’s command?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On page 85, a statement is made, “although the path was very steep indeed, Much-Afraid was leaning on the Shepherd, and did not feel her weakness at all.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever experienced the rest of God in a hard place that seemed to be continually going downhill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Share that with the group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the desert, the Shepherd took Much-Afraid into the pyramids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;While there, he took her to the threshing floors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He tells her how the grain must be threshed in order for it to be made into bread for whoever needs bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Each type of grain needed a different type of threshing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What are some metaphors/similes that you can draw from this picture for your own life and the lives of others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you think all of God’s servants must pass through the desert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are there any examples in Scripture of people who suffered in the “desert?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Does the fact that “Acceptance-with-Joy” (the little yellow flower) managed to grow in the desert impact your heart or mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843544340917729457-5181446988608821713?l=climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5181446988608821713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-6-detour-through-desert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default/5181446988608821713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default/5181446988608821713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-6-detour-through-desert.html' title='Chapter 6 - Detour through the Desert'/><author><name>Linda Barrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726151062812807098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843544340917729457.post-5263317266051912919</id><published>2009-05-04T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:26:24.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Five - Encounter with Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;mso-outline-level:1"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Chapter 5 – Encounter with Pride&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In this chapter, Much-Afraid encounters her cousin, Pride, who is attempting to bring her back from pursuing her journey to the High Places.  He tempts her to leave by accusing the Shepherd of planning to abandon her and leaving her to lasting shame.  Her fear of shame begins to overwhelm her.  He also tells her that she is too ugly to be loved - so the journey to the Kingdom of Love is an absurd one.  Read through the following questions and consider how Pride speaks to you, and how you can silence him when he speaks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Much-Afraid encountered her old enemy, Pride, in this chapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Her Fearing relatives had plotted to prevent her from continuing on her journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Of the relatives that she had, which ones would be and are most effective in keeping you from the journey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Some of these you haven’t been introduced to yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pride –  Craven Fear -- Coward – Self-Pity – Resentment – Bitterness – Dismal Forebodings – Spiteful –                   Timid-Skulking – Gloomy –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How does Pride keep you from obedience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What form does it take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“My sin is too great for the Lord to forgive,” or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; “I haven’t sinned that much, surely He will forgive me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; “I want to be recognized,” or “I’m afraid to be recognized because I might do it wrong and be put to shame.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; “I deserve better than this,” or “I don’t deserve better than what I'm receiving.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There is a statement in this chapter that, “For the first time, Much-Afraid of her own free will held out both of her hands to her two companions, and they grasped her strongly, but never before had their hold upon her been so of pain, so bitter with sorrow.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you find, like I do, that grabbing hold of your difficult circumstances often has more pain, especially when we’ve been telling ourselves that “we don’t deserve it,” or that “God isn’t good,” or that “it’s not fair?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How do those three questions in #3 demonstrate our pride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843544340917729457-5263317266051912919?l=climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5263317266051912919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-five-encounter-with-pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default/5263317266051912919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default/5263317266051912919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-five-encounter-with-pride.html' title='Chapter Five - Encounter with Pride'/><author><name>Linda Barrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726151062812807098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843544340917729457.post-3275915677169809782</id><published>2009-05-03T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:54:09.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Carried Me Kicking and Screaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I wrote this poem several years ago.  It will remind you a little of Much-Afraid's journey.  You should also be able to tell from the language of the poem that my struggles with the circumstances God allows in my path has been a long-running theme in my life.  And much of His journey with me has occurred with me being thrown over His shoulders because I didn't want to go where He was taking me.  Maybe that's why I like this little book so much.  I don't like to embrace Sorrow and Suffering's hands.  But there can be purpose in it.  I just need to let God show it to me.  Enjoy the poem.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;He Dragged Me Kicking and Screaming&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;By Linda Barrett&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;He dragged me kicking and screaming through deserts barren and dry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;He never asked my permission, and He never told me why.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;I resisted every effort, each tender word that He said&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;Was heard by my heart as torture, instead of my daily bread.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;We finally stopped by a creek bank; I sighed with deep relief.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;We took a drink; then off He went; the moment was very brief.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;He threw me over his shoulders, determined to drag me on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;We went, through daylight and evening, continued from dusk to dawn.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;We stopped once more for quick respite and we paused for quiet ease,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;But my heart was hard and angry; in the moment I found no peace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;When we left, I let Him take my hand; my body was tired and sore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;I did not know what His plans were, or what He might have in store.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;We went through dark frozen wastelands icy, cold, barren and bleak.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;I never knew such deep sorrow, but my soul could at last hear Him speak.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;We stopped again for comfort, and we laid our heads down to rest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;He whispered words of tenderness, and cold, I leaned on his breast.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;When morning came, He waked me, and pulled me with ease to my feet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;Weary, I could not resist him, but feared what next we would meet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;We passed through a swollen river; I knew that I would soon drown.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;But He lifted me over my trouble; at the bank, he set me down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;The trees were heavy with fruit there; it was a quiet, peaceful hill.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;I listened as He sang to me; in awe, the songbirds were still.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;It seemed for a time we had settled; I thought I had finally arrived.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;But it only seemed like a moment, before He winked and smiled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;He grabbed my hand and we headed, which ever way He called right&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;I listened to what He said then, and held on with all my might.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;So far the pathways he’d chosen, were not ones I would have made.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;But… he never had left me; I was finding myself less afraid.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;I was learning to like this Man, and enjoy His pleasant voice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;His melodies made my soul sing, His sweet words - my heart rejoice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;Then I suddenly realized, the pleasure I found just in Him,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;My chest pound harder and sweeter; my heart was filled to the brim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then warmth spread sweetly around me, His purpose was suddenly plain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;The point was His honor and glory, in joy, ease, sorrow, or pain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;The struggles I’d seen on the journey, had forced me to trust this Man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;The sorrow and pain I had suffered, had been instruments in His hand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;I looked in His eyes and I worshipped; I sobbed and sought His embrace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;His Glory and Grace was before me; I bowed before His face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;He dragged me kicking and screaming, &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; strong will He must destroy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;He dragged me kicking and screaming into His persistent joy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week our discussion group is going to be reading chapters 4-7.  Below are some questions to discuss and ponder.  The answers to these are found in Chapter 4.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The start for the high places begins with some lessons on humility.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What were some of those lessons?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ideas expressed in The Water Song are not easy to do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can you think of some areas in your life where you must go low, and lower still?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; 3.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus is the best example.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How did Jesus go low?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;The Water Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Come, oh come! let us away --&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Lower, lower every day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Oh, what joy it is to race&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Down to find the lowest place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;This the dearest law we know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;“It is happy to go low.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Sweetest urge and sweetest will,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;“Let us go down lower still.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Hear the summons night and day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Calling us to come away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;From the heights we leap and flow&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;To the valleys down below.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Always answering to the call, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;To the lowest place of all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;Sweetest urge and sweetest pain,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;To go low and rise again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;3. “The High Places,” answered the Shepherd, “are the starting places for the journey down to the lowest place in the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you have hinds’ feet and can go ‘leaping on the mountains and skipping on the hills,’ you will be able, as I am, to run down from the heights in gladdest self-giving and then go up to the mountains again.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Why is it necessary to go to the high places in order to go to the lowest places in “gladdest self-giving?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;or How does “leaping on the mountains” enable you to be full of “gladdest self-giving?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;4.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What are the High Places?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;5.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What was Much-Afraid’s response when she encountered her two companions to help her journey to the High Places?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;6.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What were the names of the companions that she would have preferred?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;7.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My response has often been the same when Sorrow and Suffering become my companions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How does encountering sorrow and suffering help you in your journey?&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;8.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On page 68-69, Much-Afraid remembers a hymn.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was encouraged by it.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What were the thoughts that encouraged her?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How have similar hymns and remembrances helped you in your journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;9.  How are you hindered if you reject – so to speak – the work of sorrow and suffering – kicking against it rather than viewing it as God’s plan and purpose to work righteousness?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;When I first started this book years ago, the idea of "High Places" conjured up the idea of having such a strong position in my faith that I could be "above" my troubles.  I thought that somehow, if I tried hard enough, I could be unaffected by life's sorrows and sufferings.  They might come, but I would never have to grieve again.  Boy, was I wrong!  The bad stuff is still painful, but I do have some choices.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;Every time difficult circumstances happen, I find myself faced with the same old decisions:  Will I fight to believe that He is able to handle my past, present, and future, or will I yield to the controlling spirit and demand to have my way?  Will I fight to believe that He is working all things together for good to those who love Him, or will I yield to the despair of thinking that I'm the exception to His grace and mercy? Will I trust Him if the circumstances never change, and will I choose to simply delight in the fact that I have the privilege of knowing and belonging to Him, or will I hate my life? Will I let the satisfaction that I find in Him work its way out into contentment, or will my discontent drive me to madness?   I am like Much-Afraid - trying to choose whether or not to accept the difficult road that God has chosen for my life - or will I decide to kick, struggle and fight until I end up in a weary heap of anger and bitterness?  Will I let His character be formed and discover the depth of His faithfulness, or will I hate Him because He seems unjust?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;Please know that I don't always jump into contentment with a smile on my face.  I wrestle; I fight; I kick, but it is a futile resistance.  I ultimately end at the same place with two thoughts: "You rule and reign according to your wisdom and power, so I have no choice but to yield because You are God," and "To whom will I go, You have the words of eternal life."  He is sovereign, and He is good.  I don't have to understand, I only have to believe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;That sounds so fatalistic, but it isn't.  It is the ultimate in hope.  He is going to work through the circumstances and bring Himself great glory and honor.  He will change me through it, and I will understand His mercy and faithfulness more and more because of the "it." He is worthy.  So, you and I might as well try to enjoy the journey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-outline-level: 1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3843544340917729457-1365036024069697255?l=climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1365036024069697255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/2009/04/start-for-high-places-chapter-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default/1365036024069697255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3843544340917729457/posts/default/1365036024069697255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://climbinghighplaces.blogspot.com/2009/04/start-for-high-places-chapter-4.html' title='Start for the High Places - Chapter 4'/><author><name>Linda Barrett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726151062812807098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3843544340917729457.post-1627567105429055534</id><published>2009-04-29T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:32:42.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning the Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hinds' Feet on High Places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; is a story about a little lame and disfigured girl named Much-Afraid who decides to take a journey to the high places.  Her greatest desire is to escape her fearing relatives who are attempting to marry her to Craven Fear.   Her journey is full of challenges and growth, but the Shepherd is determined to give her the desire of her heart - no matter what it takes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The first time I read the book I had recently moved to Houston, TX, where I knew absolutely no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I had just had a new baby, after having two miscarriages within the previous two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I had been in a major car accident, my husband had been overseas for 6 months, and my mother and father had separated and divorced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I cried all the way through the book, not because it made me sad, but because I began to see hope for all the suffering and sorrow that I was experiencing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They were tears of tenderness as I began to see that Christ might actually be kind and tender, a gentle shepherd, a healer with a purpose for my circumstances that exceeded my present perception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I liked the way the Shepherd was presented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He was winsome, funny, sweet, and kind. He would actually look at Much-Afraid and see her – not with condescension or disgust - but with eyes of love, hope, and delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The book began to open my eyes to the possibility that I might have not been seeing Christ appropriately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I also identified with Much-Afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If there had ever been a middle name for me, it would have been Fear and Trembling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And during those two+ years in Houston and Ft. Hood, TX, I saw the wounds splayed and exposed, and I perceived that I needed to allow God to heal my wounded heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am diving back into that book now with great joy; it is like an old friend with whom I have suffered and grown because of “her” presence in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I encourage you to travel with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Our little group has begun looking at the book, discussing it, and contemplating what the Lord might want to teach us about ourselves in our current season of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I will post questions that you can contemplate and answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You are welcome to make comments as you work through the book with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The questions are the kind that demand transparency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I urge you to be as forthcoming as you dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Last night our small group began a discussion of the first 3 chapters of the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some of the questions we asked were: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*  From what Valley of Humiliation would you like most to be delivered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*  In what ways are your legs lame and your mouth twisted, and from what would you want the Shepherd to heal you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*  Is the love within your heart the love that demands to be loved in return, or is it the kind of love that is self-sacrificial - the God-kind of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*  In this book, the Shepherd is painted with winsome and gentle attributes.  He is tender, kind, understanding, fiercely loving, encouraging without being pushy - except when needed and someone worth knowing.  Is your view of the Good Shepherd, Jesus Christ, bent this way, or do you see a strict, cruel, and/or judgmental God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*  All of us get invaded from time to time by a swarm of thoughts that keep us from moving on fearlessly with God.  What are the biggest threats to your forward movement?  Is it Cowardice, Fear of Acceptance, Fear of Failure, Self-Condemnation, Self-Doubt or some other noisy intruder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*  Much-Afraid received the promise of a new name.  What name did you begin with, and what would you like your new name to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As we discussed the book together and answered these and other questions, one thing that remained consistent for us all was that we all had fears that threatened to undo us.  Our fight to believe that we are perfectly loved, forgiven, accepted, and declared righteous remains an ongoing battle for us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The same enemies that trapped Much-Afraid tend to trap us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The same longings are in our own hearts; we want freedom from our fears, and we don’t want to be married to any of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We looked at I John. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I John 3:16-19 says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"And we have come to know and have believed the love which God has for us, God is love, and the one who abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him.  By this, love is perfected with us, that we may have confidence in the day of judgment; because as He is, so also are we in this world.  There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves punishment, and the one who fears in not perfected in love.  We love because He first loved us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Perfect love casts out fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Not our perfect love for God or others, but God’s perfect love for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We must fight to believe it is true – no matter what we feel, or what circumstances are telling us, or how much we are being driven to think we are beyond His love and care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And that is ultimately the journey to the High Places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fear is removed as we discover His love over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We find Him to be faithful to love us always – maybe He does not seem faithful in the way we want – but He is definitely faithful in the way HE wants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And at some point, He becomes worth the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It becomes about knowing Him, enjoying Him, delighting in Him, serving Him, and loving others for HIS sake, not in order to be loved in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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