tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33356542012685579502011-08-02T12:12:29.301-07:00Cherie Zackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821733858913300788noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335654201268557950.post-25553111657205756712009-07-29T11:10:00.000-07:002009-09-16T20:06:17.896-07:00<div style="margin: 1ex;"> <div> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" >“I’ve had enough, Lord” he said. </span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" >1 Kings 19: 4b</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" >Being honest, those same words have flown out of my mouth many times. When the answer seem to linger longer than I thought or still waiting on something promised long ago. The pressures of life, love and faith even in the days of Elijah (you just started singing the song didn’t you) become overwhelming but what’s on the inside makes the difference. Someone gave me a great illustration about pressure, if you take a can, place it in the fire then remove it and place a lid on it. In a few seconds, you will begin to hear the can crush under the pressure because the lack on the inside. What do you have on the inside? We have something on the inside of us that is strong enough for every situation, circumstance or pressure but you have to keep yourself full. Believe me, the enemy will kick you when you down just to keep you there but get up and fill up in His presence where there is fullness of everything. </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;" >No matter what you’re facing know that Greater is He that is with in me than He that is in the world. Takes on a whole new meaning doesn’t it???</span></p> </div> </div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3335654201268557950" target="_blank"><img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/ryan.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 200px; height: 66px;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335654201268557950-2555311165720575671?l=ryanschroath.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cherie Zackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821733858913300788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3335654201268557950.post-39348089768309481022009-03-23T17:28:00.000-07:002009-03-25T10:09:45.200-07:00<div><span style="font-family:georgia;">The other day, I was driving home while listening to the radio I heard my favorite song, not that uncommon for me since I love music, so of course I turned up the volume and started singing the words by heart at the top of my lungs. I can remember being younger and saying "this is my jam" when they finally played the song I had waited all day to hear then the feeling would be gone and another song would come on though I would sing along the excitement and passion was not the same. </span></div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>In our worship there are times of great excitement and moments of tenderness while bringing our praise to the Father. In Zephaniah 3:17 tells us that "He rejoices over us with singing", it makes you wonder while we're singing to Him does He turn up the volume and declare this is my jam!</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>It doesn't matter how you feel or even sound for the Father to inhabit your praise!!!!</div><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj104/lgtoews/ryan.png" /></a><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3335654201268557950-3934808976830948102?l=ryanschroath.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cherie Zackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821733858913300788noreply@blogger.com4