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Sandcastles are whimsical, magical sculptures. From the time I was a little girl growing up along the southern Atlantic shores, I sat at the edge of the waves on Jacksonville Beach or Little Talbot Island dumping bucketfuls of wet beach sand on top of each other, constructing my own castle in the sand.

These days when I find myself visiting ocean-anywhere I still drop to my knees to build yet another marvelous sandy structure.

DSCF3249I love to wade in the surf watching the delight of children feeling sand between their toes, enjoying their squeals of excitement racing into the waves. Some plunging in, others turning and attempting to outrun the foaming crests.DSCF3543

Oh, and there’s the joy of seeing the adult facade melt from a parent’s or a grandparent’s face as childhood memories wash over them and they join their children in a frivolous romp along the DSCF3256shore.

Salty air, puffy clouds, dancing waves, and a bucket and shovel—a sure ‘nough recipe for fun. Family vacations drawing us together, refreshing relationships, and cementing bonds and memories we will carry for a lifetime.DSCF3213

The brevity of these fanciful structures always lead me to question the stability and building code of my own home. Because many of us have employed sandcastle theology to construct the places we live and the relationships we invest in.

God tells us:

“Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it; unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman keeps awake in vain. It is vain for you to rise up early, to retire late, to eat the bread of painful labors; for He gives to His beloved even in his sleep. Behold, children are a gift of the Lord; the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one’s youth. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; they shall not be ashamed, when they speak with their enemies in the gate” (Psalm 127 NAS).
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Is your home built on the solid Rock foundation of the Jesus? Or are you building a cheap, knock-off, mish-mash of pride that is likely to be swept away in the first high tide of selfishness, riptide of anger, or tsunami of indebtedness or infidelity?

The Lord Jesus is the only Rock. Our stronghold. Our Savior. And the Bible is our instruction manual. The answer to every problem we face individually, as a family, and as a nation can be found in our Lord Jesus Christ and the blueprint for reconstruction lies in the pages of His Word.

If your home and family need remodeling just ask Him.

“The Lord’s lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Thy faithfulness…The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the person who seeks Him” (Lamentations 3:22-25 NAS).
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And He is able to rescue, repair, and rebuild what we believe should be demolished. The home He rebuilds is able to withstand life’s ocean of howling storms because He is our Shield and our Protector. All you have to do is ask and place your faith and trust in the Master Builder.

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Please welcome to my blog this morning, new friend and writer, Michele Herzog. Those of you looking forward to my Sandcastles post will have to wait a few more days, while we consider those fifty-five million plus children who will never have the opportunity to dash through the waves and build whimsical castles in the sand.

Michele, thank you for your love for children and the Lord.

Friday, September 20, 2013
Their Ashes Will Not Be Forgotten

Today the documentary “After Tiller” made it’s debut for all the world to see into the lives of the four self-proclaimed late term abortionists still practicing this absolute barbaric and gruesome procedure in America.

I have to say that when I was reminded of this being the opening day of the documentary, my mind went back to the years I stood in front of Tiller’s late term abortuary.

I couldn’t help but think of all the faithful Christian’s over the years that stood in the middle of winter in below zero weather or the blazing hot summer’s and never ending blowing wind, praying, crying and pleading with the women going into Tiller’s infamous late term abortion facility, the years it was open.

I began to think of the ten years of going out to Tiller’s at 6:00am on Tuesday mornings, week after week, year after year to be there for all the women that would come from around the country and abroad to have their late term abortions. It’s hard to write this, as I think of the women full term having a hard time getting out of their car. Their child fully formed, sometimes ready to be born.

But what I remember the most was the smoke stack, the thick smoke that would billow out, and the ashes of the children would fall all around us, sometimes falling like snow, covering our windshields, and sometimes pieces of the baby would fall on our feet. You see, George Tiller had an adult size crematorium and all those babies would be thrown into that incinerator and their ashes would flow across Wichita, the smell of human flesh burning was everywhere around us.

My friend Karen and I would walk back and forth across the driveway reading the word when women weren’t coming in. The sword of the spirit would keep us focused on Christ amidst the absolute evil that surrounded us. Another friend of mine, Don, would lead worship in front of this place of death because the praises of His people scatter the enemy.

I remember the day Christin Gilbert died, a down syndrome young girl who had been taken to Tiller’s and died at the hands of none other then Leroy Carhart, one of the four being held in high esteem in this movie, and made out to be somewhat of a hero; which is such a dichotomy as Christin is not the only woman Carhart has butchered along with the 1,000’s of babies he has killed.

Abortionists Leroy Carhart, George Tiller, Shelly Sella &Susan Robinson
prior to a dinner in Topeka thrown in honor by then Governor Sebellius.
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Yes, abortionist Carhart would drive down from Nebraska to perform abortions at Tiller’s abortuary along with Shelly Sella and Susan Robinson flying in each month to also help along with the business of late term abortions. Three out of the four abortionists in this film used to kill little human beings regularly at Tillers.

I feel at times that it was just a terrible nightmare what I saw at that place of death, but it wasn’t, it really happened, I truly saw evil.

These four are not heros; heros save lives, they don’t brutally kill innocent human beings. I like and agree with what Cheryl Sullenger of Operation Rescue stated in a Fox interview, “After Tiller” is nothing more than a propaganda piece for late-term abortions. The movie tries to portray them as caring people – even heroes – but the side I have seen of these people more resembles the persona of Kermit Gosnell than Albert Schweitzer,” she said. “In my opinion, they all belong in prison.”

No, I will never forget the ashes, ever, and for all the little baby boys and girls that lost their little lives at that abortuary, my heart cries, but my resolve remains strong to continue on being that voice for those who have no voice, pressing forward toward the day that unborn human beings will be protected.

When I grow weary and tired, I will always remember the ashes, and this dear Lord I persevere for your precious little children.

If you would like to follow Michele’s blog her address is:
http://www.micheleherzog.com/2013/09/their-ashes-will-not-be-forgotten-today.html

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THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD.

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The chill of a predawn ocean breeze swept across the sand as I made my way over the dunes and onto the South Carolina beach last week. The only sound—the rhythmic rippling of gentle waves breaking along the shoreline.

Alone in the darkness, dwarfed, and awed by the anticipated majesty of this morning concert ready to fill the heavens with God’s created light, I waited. But for the moment the clouds, the sand, and the ocean were smoky gray.DSCF3287

Dull. Flat. Lifeless.

I snapped the first photo.

DSCF3291A tinge of blue washed across the expanse above my head, scattering the remnants of darkness like pulled strands of cotton candy.

Gray clouds soaked up the coming lights of heaven and reflected the soon-to-be seen splendor of the sun’s march to the line between sea and sky.DSCF3306 Like turning up the rheostat of a chandelier from dimmer to lighter and brighter, the intensity of tone grew deeper and more brilliant in hue. The multiplicity of the palette increased as streaks of golden light radiated across the heavens.DSCF3337

Until the ordained moment the fiery sphere split the horizon.

My heart thrilled and my mind flew back to the descriptions in Ezekiel’s first ten chapters when this prophet saw the brilliance of the glory of God leaving the temple. Could the glow of the sunrise each morning be a tiny reminder from God to us of the miraculous glory of who He is?DSCF3343

The shutter of my camera clicked again and again and again as the sea mirrored the ever-changing prisms of sunlight showering onto the tide pools, wave crests, and beach sand.DSCF3352 At this moment creatures of His creation responded. Pelicans and seagulls winged their way to and fro over the ocean. Porpoise played along the shallows. Birds trilled their praise and people ran along the sand while the crescendo of the sun’s melodious journey continued high into the heavens.

Just a glimpse of the glory that will come when King Jesus splits the eastern sky. And God’s Son will rule and reign from David’s throne in Jerusalem and our anthem of praise will glorify God’s name forever.
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The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament shows His handiwork” (Psalm 19:1 NKJ).

But before the sun’s light touched the heavens, the clouds, the sand, and the sea, were drab and colorless. Just like us. Smudged. Lifeless. Dead.

“…because what may be known of God is manifest in them, for God has shown it to them. For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, so that they are without excuse, because although they knew God they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened” (Romans 1:19-21 NKJ).DSCF3445

Until we return and repent, allowing the Lord Jesus Christ to rule and reign in our heart. Only then can the Holy Spirit illuminate our life enabling each one of us to reflect the brilliant light of His absolute truth and His amazing grace and love to a lost, deceived, and dying world.

The sun, the moon, and the stars rejoice to give God glory and run their appointed course day and night. What about me? What about you? Do we? Or are we so absorbed by the busy chaos of this world we miss God’s appointed course for our life?
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Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you, and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age” (Matthew 28:19-20 NKJ).

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