<?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-5978715247179779915</id><updated>2012-03-04T05:45:16.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections by the Sea</title><subtitle type='html'>Reflections by the Sea©
is a unique devotional that incorporates beach, seaside, ocean type photography, scripture and a practical application in today’s world using God’s principles. It is a blueprint for living a better life, being conscious of our obedience to Him and His Word in our everyday struggles, but not in an overbearing way. All photography and writing is copyrighted©</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-7391324205890052051</id><published>2012-02-29T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T20:26:29.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmTZdJftawU/T076apwyUGI/AAAAAAAAN0Y/wFI4G_Cxl9w/s1600/Blossoms.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmTZdJftawU/T076apwyUGI/AAAAAAAAN0Y/wFI4G_Cxl9w/s1600/Blossoms.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Blooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy  Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;February 29,  2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast  spirit within me. -Psalm 51:10 NIV &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Outer Banks is beginning to burst into bloom with flowering trees,  flowers and bulbs announcing the arrival of spring. I have always associated the  spring season with a time for new beginnings. The outdoors looks fresh and  rejuvenated with new growth and buds. The colors of the emerging blooms are  vibrant, especially the yellow forsythia and daffodils. We have learned to have  faith that a flowering tree will bloom again as it has in year’s past, even  though it was just a mass of bare limbs weeks ago. Remembering also that beneath  the barren ground there is a cluster of bulbs that will soon give way to a  colorful display of beauty that can’t be ignored. Spring is a showcase for  nature in its purest form. It is the season of eternal hope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the phrase, “Bloom Where You Are Planted” on many greeting cards.  In spiritual terms it could also mean to take what God has given you and make  the most of it. There are things that happen to all of us. Painful experiences,  deep wounds, emotional disappointments, hardships. No one escapes them as they  are part of life on this earth. However, we don’t have to make them the focus of  our life either. Talking about our problems to friends over and over and living  in self-pity keeps it fresh, day after day. What we can do is to leave negative  experiences behind in our thoughts and minds. Dwelling on those times of sorrow  or loss after an appropriate time has passed has an amazing impact on us.  Reliving events in our minds and hearts can be as though they have happened to  us again! We have to change our focus from disappointment and sadness to God and  get back to where we belong. We can get stuck in a lifeless cycle where nothing  good happens because we don’t expect it to. Letting go and releasing painful  experiences and attitudes to God will free us up for a new beginning. We can  pray for a clean heart to accompany a new positive steadfast spirit towards our  future. Let the old pass away to make room for the new!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-7391324205890052051?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7391324205890052051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/02/blooms-reflections-by-sea-betsy-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7391324205890052051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7391324205890052051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/02/blooms-reflections-by-sea-betsy-glass.html' title=''/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmTZdJftawU/T076apwyUGI/AAAAAAAAN0Y/wFI4G_Cxl9w/s72-c/Blossoms.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-3007168481948028645</id><published>2012-02-22T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T10:03:40.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Prepared</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYSSAxHBMxM/T0Ut5HasvVI/AAAAAAAAN0I/rvSJqD6mIWE/s1600/smdune2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYSSAxHBMxM/T0Ut5HasvVI/AAAAAAAAN0I/rvSJqD6mIWE/s1600/smdune2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Being Prepared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy  Ore Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;February 22,  2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A final word: Be strong in the Lord and in his mighty  power. Put on all of God’s armor so that you will be able to stand firm against  all strategies of the devil. -Ephesians 6:10-11 NLT &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Each morning before I take our puppy for a walk, I check the weather and the  temperature. I need to know whether to put a coat on both of us, carry an  umbrella to shield us from any rain or grab the sunglasses and a hat on a sunny  day. Even though I check the weather reports and predictions, I don’t know what  to really expect until I actually walk out the door. I think I am fully equipped  but many times the rain gives way to sun and vice versa and I realize I am not  prepared at all!  &lt;br /&gt;We are told to put on the full armor of God each day. What is the full armor?  The belt of God’s truth. The breastplate of righteousness which protects our  hearts and emotions. The shoes of peace. The shield of faith which helps us to  see past our troubles and remain focused on God. The helmet of salvation to keep  from doubting God and the sword of the spirit which is God’s Word, our offensive  weapon when we are in battle against darkness.  &lt;br /&gt;When we cloak ourselves in the full armor of God, we can be assured we have  all we need to meet the day. Each day I specifically ask in prayer that God  equips me with His full armor. But why is this so important? As in the weather,  sudden storms come up, hurricanes can cut a swath through our geography and  lives, snow surprises us wit a covering over the sand and so much more. You get  the idea. In our life, how many times have we “planned” our day but things  seemed to come out of nowhere. We were thrown off course, off balance. When we  are outfitted with the whole armor of God we know we can rise up over our  problems while keeping God at the center of our life. We know we won’t lose  control of our emotions, that we will be able to see things as they really are  because God’s truth resides in us. We have an abundant faith inside of us to  make it through. We will not doubt God or His existence in our life or the  situation we seek wisdom to deal with and we have God’s Word to back down the  enemy when he tries to come against us.  &lt;br /&gt;On the coldest day of winter you would automatically put on your heavy coat  and when the rain comes, you’d seek an umbrella and maybe boots. You have  trained yourself to do those things instinctively. So it goes with the full  armor of God. We should make putting it on as an essential part of our morning  until it becomes second nature to us. How could we even think of going through  the day without Him?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-3007168481948028645?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3007168481948028645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/02/being-prepared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3007168481948028645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3007168481948028645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/02/being-prepared.html' title='Being Prepared'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UYSSAxHBMxM/T0Ut5HasvVI/AAAAAAAAN0I/rvSJqD6mIWE/s72-c/smdune2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-7028687745529314915</id><published>2012-02-15T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T12:43:52.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rXwSKHLsxk/TzwYjHwvlLI/AAAAAAAANzs/vIFEM342ask/s1600/HPIM4432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rXwSKHLsxk/TzwYjHwvlLI/AAAAAAAANzs/vIFEM342ask/s400/HPIM4432.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rudder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the  Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 15,  2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them  obey us, we can turn the whole animal. Or take ships as an example. Although  they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very  small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. Likewise the tongue is a small part  of the body, but it makes great boasts. -James 3:3-5a NIV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The power of the tongue is awesome. Sometimes it is used for good and  sometimes not. Think about it. If a small rudder can move a big ship, I suppose  if we had a rudder, it would be our tongue. A prepared and experienced pilot  will have his charts out and studied before he sets sail. Before he engages his  rudder, he knows the places to avoid and charts a safe course for his ship. We  aren’t always so prepared when it comes to what we say. Sometimes our mouth  starts speaking and before long, we find ourselves in a heap of trouble after  having offended someone, being curt, making assumptions and more. One thing for  sure though, we have to go where our tongue takes us. How often do we have to  clean up the messes we have made with our mouth! It has happened to all of us.  So many tidbits of wisdom come to mind. “Think before you speak and if you can’t  say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” In our everyday life we are given  a choice of how to react or speak in almost every situation. Just take a moment  and think about what to say first. Some of our choices may have long lasting  effects, so it is important to think things through and not speak or react in  haste. Offenses are often carried around for years like old luggage and some  even carry grudges to their death and it was all because of a few spoken words.  So often a little prayer helps. Just saying, “Please God, give me the right  words” is all that is needed to change a possible negative outcome into a  positive one. Today, we have to try to use our mouths for good. To uplift,  build, encourage, fortify and boost ourselves and one another. It is a good time  to check our rudder to be sure we are heading in the right direction. God tries  to nudge us when we get off course and it is up to us to remember Him in all we  say and do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-7028687745529314915?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7028687745529314915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/02/rudder_4021.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7028687745529314915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7028687745529314915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/02/rudder_4021.html' title='Rudder'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rXwSKHLsxk/TzwYjHwvlLI/AAAAAAAANzs/vIFEM342ask/s72-c/HPIM4432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-8133258320113927206</id><published>2012-02-09T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:17:56.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Architecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7r3F5dUnqg8/TzO5NuvNbwI/AAAAAAAANzM/0SDDlR-69po/s1600/HPIM3342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7r3F5dUnqg8/TzO5NuvNbwI/AAAAAAAANzM/0SDDlR-69po/s400/HPIM3342.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Architecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy  Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;February 09,  2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Unless the Lord builds the house, its builders labor in vain. -Psalm 127:1  NIV &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many books have been written about the uniqueness of the architecture found  on the Outer Banks. It is likely that you could see many different kinds of  structures on the same street…older block homes with flat roofs, newer homes  with exquisite detail and extraordinary windows or just a simple dwelling, known  as the “beach box”. And the most talked about Outer Banks homes are located in  Nags Head on Cottage Row. These homes are historic, grand in size, well  constructed and sturdy. They have endured much. Many homebuilders today try to  incorporate many of those architectural elements from the past, found in the old  homes, on the newer ones being built now. That specific Old Nags Head appearance  suggests homes with wraparound porches, gabled roofs, shingled exteriors and  shutters&lt;br /&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;A homebuilder starts with a plan, literally. Before ground is broken, the  blueprints have been studied, reviewed and approved by all. There is a pattern  in which to build a home. First comes the foundation, then the framing,  plumbing, and so on. Planning is also very important in our personal life but  think about how often we do something without the proper preparation. I believe  that it is important to also give our prayer time with God some structure, too.  My blueprint for prayer is simple and is as follows: begin by first thanking  God, praising Him and offering thanks for who He is and what He does for us.  Next, seek forgiveness for our sins where we may have fallen short. Then ask God  to send His holy angels to surround us and protect our families and us. Next,  ask that He remove and bind anything in our life that is not of Him. Then I ask  Him for the covering of His armor, followed by seeking the Holy Spirit to fill  me completely. After saying The Lord’s Prayer, that is where I will pray for  people by name and then I ask God to give me a scripture so I can spend time in  the Word. The foundation to a Christian life begins with prayerful communication  with God. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the one who hears my words and does not put them into  practice is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation. The  moment the torrent struck that house, it collapsed and its destruction was  complete. Luke 6:49 NIV &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-8133258320113927206?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8133258320113927206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/02/architecture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8133258320113927206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8133258320113927206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/02/architecture.html' title='Architecture'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7r3F5dUnqg8/TzO5NuvNbwI/AAAAAAAANzM/0SDDlR-69po/s72-c/HPIM3342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-8738376467696884537</id><published>2012-02-02T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T06:08:03.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beacon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-vOnUk4xbg/TyqYoB1SiHI/AAAAAAAANyw/o5uakFoPMIU/s1600/27image1-bodie1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-vOnUk4xbg/TyqYoB1SiHI/AAAAAAAANyw/o5uakFoPMIU/s400/27image1-bodie1.gif" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Beacon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;-Matthew 21:22 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="DefinitionTerm" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="DefinitionTerm" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="layout-grid-mode: both;"&gt;The definition of a beacon is a flashing light, a lighthouse or signaling buoy that produces a flashing light to warn or guide ships. There is beauty and history in each lighthouse that dots the Outer Banks. Some coastal areas can only boast of one lighthouse, but from Corolla to Ocracoke, we have four! Each one is different from the other and most unique. Stories of past are told, to the next generation, to keep the history of these lighthouses alive and protected, for those yet to come. It is still a wonder to me how these magnificent beacons of light defy the storms, hurricanes and wind, but they do. These mighty structures deserve the recognition they have received, past and present.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="DefinitionList" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;If a lighthouse is so sturdy that it can withstand adversity and the test of time, how can we tap into that kind of strength? I have received a flood of emails this week from people, some I know and some I don’t, that are sick and are asking for prayer that God would heal them. Several years ago, I was treated successfully for breast cancer. I know firsthand that when we are stricken down, prayer can take on a whole new meaning and importance. We are pleading for our life. God allows things to happen to us sometimes to strengthen us where we are weak. If we have drifted from Him, He wants to draw us close again. He will use us in ways to help others, because of the new insight and understanding we have gained from our own illness. Anytime we are asked to pray for someone who is ill, we shouldn’t miss the opportunity to do so. This is called intercessory prayer. Making time to pray for others is something that God calls us all to do. I don’t know where I would be today if it weren’t for the many prayers that were lifted up on my behalf. God can change the results or outcome of any situation, if it is His Will. Never lose faith and hope. He hears all prayers. None are wasted. Prayers do make a difference. God is our beacon of light in those dark days of sickness and our strength to overcome it is in Him.&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;"Go and tell Hezekiah, 'This is what the Lord, the God of your father David, says: I have heard your prayer and seen your tears; I will add fifteen years to your life. Isaiah 38:5 NIV.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="DefinitionTerm" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="DefinitionTerm" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="DefinitionTerm" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-8738376467696884537?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8738376467696884537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/02/beacon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8738376467696884537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8738376467696884537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/02/beacon.html' title='Beacon'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-vOnUk4xbg/TyqYoB1SiHI/AAAAAAAANyw/o5uakFoPMIU/s72-c/27image1-bodie1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-4035283082904310940</id><published>2012-01-24T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:31:40.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filters</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SJ_b_O-KkY/Tx72NUb8qQI/AAAAAAAANyg/g7dwrZQd8_o/s1600/Filter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SJ_b_O-KkY/Tx72NUb8qQI/AAAAAAAANyg/g7dwrZQd8_o/s400/Filter.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Filters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy  Ore Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;January 24,  2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the rest, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is  worthy of reverence and is honorable and seemly, whatever is just, whatever is  pure, whatever is lovely and lovable, whatever is kind and winsome and gracious,  if there is any virtue and excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise,  think on and weigh and take account of these things [fix your minds on them).  Philippians 4:8 AMP &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;My camera has been a friend to me for many years. I don’t know of a better  way to capture a moment, a sunrise or sunset or that perfect wave than with a  snapshot. When the moment is gone, it is gone forever, only to live on in our  minds. But if we capture it with a camera, the moment can live on for years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My picture taking wouldn’t be complete with the use of filters on my camera  lens. There are books on the subject of filters because there are so many to  choose from. The definition of a filter is this: “Camera filters are optical  elements that alter the properties of light entering the lens for the purpose of  improving the image being recorded.” My favorite is the polarizing filter. Many  types of filters absorb light, but what I like so much about the polarizing  filter is that it absorbs unwanted reflections, which reduces the glare. It is a  “must-have” filter when photographing the water.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera lens is not the only place a filter could be applied. With the  world today and the choices we are exposed and have access to, it is almost  necessary to put a filter on what gets into our heart, mind and spirit. A filter  can reduce and eliminate negative and unwanted things. As I get closer to God, I  find myself being more careful about what I read, view or listen to, especially  in my own home where it is the most important. If we don’t exercise caution  about this, there is the chance we can become deceived about what is good or  not. That is what becoming “desensitized” means. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will behave myself  wisely and give heed to the blameless way--O when will you come to me? I will  walk within my house in integrity and with a blameless heart. I will set no base  or wicked thing before my eyes. I hate the work of them who turn aside [from the  right path]; it shall not grasp hold of me. Psalm 101:2-3 AMP.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start by resisting anything we are not sure of. Our scripture today in  Philippians shows us what things to think on. Now what things do we need to  filter out? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-4035283082904310940?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4035283082904310940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/01/filters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4035283082904310940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4035283082904310940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/01/filters.html' title='Filters'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SJ_b_O-KkY/Tx72NUb8qQI/AAAAAAAANyg/g7dwrZQd8_o/s72-c/Filter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-7566220440161429396</id><published>2012-01-18T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T08:43:21.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Childlike</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIC9LWhotY4/Txb2gxo4iQI/AAAAAAAANx0/4Upf0RSzjMw/s1600/HPIM1282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIC9LWhotY4/Txb2gxo4iQI/AAAAAAAANx0/4Upf0RSzjMw/s400/HPIM1282.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Being Childlike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy  Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;January 18,  2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How kind the Lord is! How good he is! So merciful, this God  of ours! The Lord protects those of childlike faith; I was facing death, and he  saved me. Let my soul be at rest again, for the Lord has been good to me. –Psalm  116:5-7 NLT &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January is a month of new beginnings. We are embarking on our new attitudes,  plans and goals for the year and we are just a few weeks into it now. We’ve been  talking about building faith and many people are coming to a relationship with  God for the very first time. We are told to approach God with a childlike way  and spirit. We can speak simply to Him, not using fancy words in our prayers.  Our vocabulary isn’t nearly as important as our heart. A child’s heart is pure  and innocent and that is what pleases God. A childlike faith is tender and young  and while those just starting out don’t know a lot about the Bible, they know  enough of what is important, because they have chosen to seek and follow God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being childlike is sweet and genuine. Children listen to what is being told  to them and they believe it. They view the world with eyes of love and kindness  and a heart of wonder. Joy comes easy to them. Their demeanor is so precious.  Some confuse childlike behavior and childishness. There is a big difference in  the two. Some childish traits are acting spoiled, rebelling, pouting, and  brooding. While we know better, we can’t resist giving in to our emotions and  feelings and acting out these traits like a small child sometimes. Temper  tantrums don’t glorify God! Thank heavens that God continuously perfects us and  I am grateful He hasn’t given up on me! How merciful He is!! We are all a work  in progress.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have choices. Be childlike or behave childishly when we act and react to  things. What’s really important is how we choose to handle disappointments and  difficult situations. Give it all to God. Release it. Let it go. And be sure to  choose not to savor it in our mind and heart like cherished treasures because  that keeps the feelings and emotion alive inside of us!! God is so good to us.  He will save us from ourselves if we allow Him! Starting off 2012 with the  desire to know God deeper also means we have to let Him do a work in us. We will  begin to see our childlike faith develop into a foundation of strong spiritual  maturity and the tendency to behave childishly will begin to disappear. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-7566220440161429396?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7566220440161429396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/01/being-childlike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7566220440161429396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7566220440161429396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/01/being-childlike.html' title='Being Childlike'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIC9LWhotY4/Txb2gxo4iQI/AAAAAAAANx0/4Upf0RSzjMw/s72-c/HPIM1282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-2121871653987464538</id><published>2012-01-10T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:01:44.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QhSo06cXws/TwxsgE1pQVI/AAAAAAAANxk/Ghnh3fES7qg/s1600/Jan-Feb+2009+315-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QhSo06cXws/TwxsgE1pQVI/AAAAAAAANxk/Ghnh3fES7qg/s400/Jan-Feb+2009+315-1.JPG" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Feeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy  Ore Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;January 10,  2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Consequently, faith comes from hearing the message, and the message is heard  through the word about Christ. –Romans 10:17 NIV &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of year that I love to take a few loaves of bread to one of  the piers to feed the seagulls. I guess I think they need a little extra  nourishment on the cold days and I am more than happy to oblige. They seem to be  waiting for me and their feeding frenzy begins at the first scattering of bread.  Some gulls are patient and wait for me to throw bread directly to them. Others  are aggressive and will catch the bread in mid-air practically taking it out of  my hand. They are so hungry for it. Some are content to eat if there is any left  over and then there are those that are simply uninterested.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it that way with us too? We know we should feed our faith. Some people  are very hungry for the Word, others are lukewarm and then some simply don’t  care to be bothered. You might be wondering, I’d like to feed my faith but how  do you do that? Today’s scripture tells us that faith comes from hearing.  Hearing what? Hearing the Word of God. Just by opening the Bible and beginning  to read puts us on the right path. You might say that the Bible is big and I am  not sure where to begin. I have heard it said by more than one person that  Psalms is a great place to begin; Proverbs gives wisdom and in the New  Testament, start reading the four gospels which are Matthew, Mark, Luke and  John. That is a terrific way to begin and a good plan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why the importance of feeding ones faith? What is the point? God’s Words  and Instruction, His Promises are all things that will build our faith and  provide a compass for our life. Knowing and learning God’s Word is the beginning  and then we can boldly declare it as our faith builds and develops. When faith  builds, we are then able to store these teachings in our heart for the day we  are in need through circumstances or situations that comes against us. Psalm 51  talks about having a pure heart and a steadfast spirit within. Today could be a  fresh start when we purposefully leave the past behind and set out on a new path  to find deeper faith. Let’s imitate those hungry seagulls and feed on the Bread  of Life non-stop. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-2121871653987464538?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2121871653987464538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/01/feeding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2121871653987464538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2121871653987464538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/01/feeding.html' title='Feeding'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QhSo06cXws/TwxsgE1pQVI/AAAAAAAANxk/Ghnh3fES7qg/s72-c/Jan-Feb+2009+315-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-6195373778514137699</id><published>2012-01-05T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T08:03:17.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WH-MtZSGjew/TwXJptIxX1I/AAAAAAAANxM/ZciYyFJyFgU/s1600/HPIM2665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WH-MtZSGjew/TwXJptIxX1I/AAAAAAAANxM/ZciYyFJyFgU/s320/HPIM2665.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;New Beginnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy  Ore Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;January 05,  2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behold, I am doing a new thing! Can you not perceive it?  -Isaiah 43:19 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this New Year underway, there is much to consider in the way of new  beginnings, changes, goals and plans. January is often a quiet time on the  beach. With the tourists gone, the year- round residents are the ones that  remain to weather the winter as they do each year. It is a way of life and no  cold weather, storm or anything at all could lessen the loyalty and love of the  area that is called “home”. While the days in January are cold and the nights  quiet and everything appears to be still and dormant, there is more than meets  the eye. The life inside many of us is full of hope and strives for deeper  understanding of our purpose. This time of year is when pondering thoughts  become action, plans are set in motion, or a new attitude or mindset is adopted.  Our surroundings may be still, but the inside of us is stirring with a new  vision and expectancy of what is to come and what the possibilities for us may  be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lies ahead for each of us in 2012? Are we full of expectant hope  supported by our strong faith? Do we believe that God is going to do a “new  thing” for us in the coming year? Yes, we have to latch on to Him believing that  the past is behind us and He has new plans and opportunities to bless us. He has  a customized plan just for us and He can turn things around from bad to good. We  just have to be willing to let Him work in our life for that ‘new beginning’ we  have been hoping, dreaming and praying about. Our new beginnings come from the  seeds He plants and nurtures within us. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-6195373778514137699?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6195373778514137699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/6195373778514137699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/6195373778514137699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WH-MtZSGjew/TwXJptIxX1I/AAAAAAAANxM/ZciYyFJyFgU/s72-c/HPIM2665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-3001344430491875462</id><published>2011-12-29T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T19:07:05.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9SbZoCcLxyg/TvyvHWBBEbI/AAAAAAAANw4/ciCbSzu32Dg/s1600/199image1-Sunset+Over+Sound+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="481" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9SbZoCcLxyg/TvyvHWBBEbI/AAAAAAAANw4/ciCbSzu32Dg/s640/199image1-Sunset+Over+Sound+1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the  Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;December 29,  2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;…but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on  wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be  faint. –Isaiah 40:31 NIV &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectant hope is the term that I want to keep close to me in this coming  year. Just like the calendar year transitions from one year to the next, we often  go through cycles of transition ourselves. One thing for sure, we are never  standing still. We are either going forward or backward. Sometimes the choice is  up to us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the sun begins to set on the last days of this year, we are hopeful  about what 2012 will bring to each of us. There may be good times and bad times.  Happy times and sad times. In-between times. Busy times and quiet times. Like  the tide that comes and goes, our life ebbs and flows, too. But this much we do  know. We can face anything that comes our way as long as we have a strong,  steady relationship with God. A daily relationship. It doesn’t have to be a  long-drawn out session….just start off by talking with Him a few minutes each  day. Tell Him your concerns and surrender them over to Him. Then Trust Him. Wait  on Him. Learn to listen for Him to speak wisdom into your heart. But most of all,  while you grow in the Lord, hold on to expectant hope. Believe that God has  wonderful things He wants to bless you with. I believe that 2012 has something  wonderful for each of us if we choose to live in expectant hope while trusting  Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-3001344430491875462?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3001344430491875462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3001344430491875462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3001344430491875462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9SbZoCcLxyg/TvyvHWBBEbI/AAAAAAAANw4/ciCbSzu32Dg/s72-c/199image1-Sunset+Over+Sound+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-8786716042781427102</id><published>2011-12-24T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T13:28:23.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Merry Christmas Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YHVkTv_2RwU/TRQ2alsNImI/AAAAAAAAL4A/njz8SgD3ztI/s1600/IMG_7000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YHVkTv_2RwU/TRQ2alsNImI/AAAAAAAAL4A/njz8SgD3ztI/s320/IMG_7000.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Taking a moment to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A song in church last week contained the lyrics, "I wonder how they celebrate Christmas in Heaven". It touched my heart. Like many of you, I have loved ones in Heaven and not a Christmas goes by that I don't take a&amp;nbsp;glance upwards to the sky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;with all the shining stars and smile with thanks&amp;nbsp;for all the memories of those special people and pets. My heart overflows!!&amp;nbsp;May we remember those that have passed and be grateful for the chance to show love and receive love from those that are present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;And most of all, to be wrapped in the loving arms of a Heavenly Father that loved us so much that he sent His Son to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Let us make&amp;nbsp;memories, love much, laugh often and may our hearts of joy and gratitude last for more than the season, but for a lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Thank you for following Reflections by the Sea.&amp;nbsp;A most precious Christmas gift is from my Mother this year. She faithfully reads&amp;nbsp;Reflections each week and lovingly cuts out the article from the newspaper, places it carefully in a plastic sleeve and makes it into a book and added a message about how proud she is of the writing and of me. I unwrapped all of the writing from 2011 in the book she put together&amp;nbsp;and it will be a forever treasure. Thank you Mother!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Merry Christmas.....and May God Bless from our family to yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Betsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-8786716042781427102?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8786716042781427102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-message.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8786716042781427102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8786716042781427102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-message.html' title='A Merry Christmas Message'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YHVkTv_2RwU/TRQ2alsNImI/AAAAAAAAL4A/njz8SgD3ztI/s72-c/IMG_7000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-5502827703260440784</id><published>2011-12-21T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T14:09:37.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaaCRfzsyCc/TvJYv6oQ6OI/AAAAAAAANwg/Fg6Q3dPkGDA/s1600/302image1-seagull+on+lamp+post.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaaCRfzsyCc/TvJYv6oQ6OI/AAAAAAAANwg/Fg6Q3dPkGDA/s400/302image1-seagull+on+lamp+post.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;December 21, 2011&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun goes down on a last minute, hectic sort of day in preparation and  anticipation of Christmas, the stillness of Christmas Eve can be mesmerizing.  Lighted decorations flicker on through the neighborhood at dusk. The grand music  from Handel’s “Messiah” replaces “Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer” on the radio.  The reverence of this night begins to envelope us and the peace that follows  comforts us. As the night sky unfolds, one by one, the stars above begin to  twinkle overhead with an extra brilliance. I find myself looking to the east for  that special star and wondering what it was like the night Jesus was born. The  real meaning of Christmas can be found, not in the decorations, the expectation  of Santa’s arrival or the presents under the tree. God’s gift to us was His Son,  Jesus, who came to this world so that we may live, that through His sacrifice on  the cross, we should have everlasting life. There is so much about Jesus to  learn. So much He wants to teach us. For years we read the poem, “’Twas the  Night Before Christmas “ to our children on Christmas Eve. How I look back now  and wish that we had focused more on the Birth of Jesus than we did the arrival  of Santa Claus. Perhaps it is not too late to start a new tradition by adding  the story of the Birth of Jesus to our Christmas Eve ritual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to remind us again how it all began, here is the story of the birth of  Jesus, as told by Luke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be  taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place  while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to his own town to  register. So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea,  to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of  David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him  and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to  be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths  and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. And  there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their  flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the  Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do  not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ  the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and  lying in a manger." Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with  the angel, praising God and saying, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth  peace to men on whom his favor rests." When the angels had left them and gone  into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see  this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about." So they hurried  off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When  they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about  this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them.  But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The  shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had  heard and seen, which were just as they had been told. –Luke 2:1-20 NIV&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to each of you and God’s Blessings to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-5502827703260440784?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5502827703260440784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5502827703260440784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5502827703260440784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve_21.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaaCRfzsyCc/TvJYv6oQ6OI/AAAAAAAANwg/Fg6Q3dPkGDA/s72-c/302image1-seagull+on+lamp+post.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-5504707946178450387</id><published>2011-12-14T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:09:39.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wreath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="deleteHeader"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NjKtzHhXjDs/Tuly1Wer43I/AAAAAAAANwE/ulqf2-hu0QA/s1600/Ocracoke+light.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NjKtzHhXjDs/Tuly1Wer43I/AAAAAAAANwE/ulqf2-hu0QA/s320/Ocracoke+light.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="saved"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Wreath &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="deleteBody"&gt;&lt;div class="postBody" style="color: #777777;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="postBody" style="color: #777777;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections  by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 14,  2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photograph by Liz Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gives thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.  -Psalm 118:29 NIV &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that in ancient times, the Christmas Wreath, made of evergreens,  symbolized the strength of life overcoming the forces of nature. The Romans hung  wreaths as a sign of celebration and victory. But the Christians believed that  the circular wreath represented immortality, making the Christmas Wreath very  symbolic and meaningful. The colors of Christmas are green and red. Green  represents the continuance of life through winter and the belief of eternal life  through Jesus Christ. Red is representative of Jesus’ blood at crucifixion.  Today, evergreen wreaths with red ribbons are found on doors and windows, both  inside and out at the holidays. The Advent Wreath has its own importance that  originates back to the 16th century in Germany. Four candles nestled in an  evergreen wreath are lit, one at a time each week leading up to Christmas. A  fifth candle in the center of the wreath represents Jesus’ birth and is lit on  Christmas Eve. It is a symbol of hope and light. The custom of lighting the  Advent Wreath is still practiced today in many homes and churches.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season is here. The wreaths are hung and the tree is adorned. It is a  busy time. There are menus to plan and family to prepare for. Jingle Bells are  ringing and Christmas Carols are hummed out of tune while scurrying from errand  to errand. In the frenzy of getting ready for Christmas, I am reminded that we  shouldn’t lose sight of the deeper meaning of it. Festivities, parties, presents  and Santa are a part of the Yule time and it may be easy to get absorbed in  little things and miss the whole point of Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the holiday wreath, the circle of unbroken love that God surrounds us  with each day is something that we can rely on anytime. He won’t let us go too  far out before he pulls us back in where we belong. He is there for us in any  situation or circumstance. He carries us when we are weak and he walks along  side of us when we are strong. He leads often and asks us to follow. Asking God  in prayer how He wants us to honor Him in our homes and hearts this holiday and  the New Year ahead is the beginning of shining the light back on Him and His Son  this Christmas. Setting up a tabletop nativity scene, blessing the holiday meal,  reading about the birth of Jesus to young and old are all things we can start  with. Making it a more meaningful, spiritual Christmas will cause us to come  closer to Him and He will come closer to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-5504707946178450387?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5504707946178450387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-wreath_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5504707946178450387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5504707946178450387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-wreath_14.html' title='Christmas Wreath'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NjKtzHhXjDs/Tuly1Wer43I/AAAAAAAANwE/ulqf2-hu0QA/s72-c/Ocracoke+light.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-3891215706352987009</id><published>2011-12-07T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T20:02:51.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Ago Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AtKUfQ5O2L4/TuAx8BPzZZI/AAAAAAAANvE/YvRZ6qfqeqM/s1600/HPIM3293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AtKUfQ5O2L4/TuAx8BPzZZI/AAAAAAAANvE/YvRZ6qfqeqM/s400/HPIM3293.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;A Long Ago  Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the  Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;December 07,  2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But if from there you seek the Lord your God, you will find  him if you seek him with all your heart and with all your soul. -Deuteronomy  4:29 NIV&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have been preparing my home for Christmas, and my mind has gone back long ago to the holidays at my grandmother’s beach cottage. Things that come to mind are the sights and sounds of an unlatched screened door banging on the side of the house in the gusty wind or the rocking chair that is sticky with salt air. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The stiffness of the old hammock whose cords have hardened and dried in the mid-day sun brings back fun times. This time of year, the back porch would be lined with rows of aged firewood with metal buckets of kindling and dried driftwood nearby. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cutting a cedar tree from the woods and using it as a Christmas tree was the tradition each year. The leftover bottom branches would be often fashioned into a homemade wreath with a makeshift bow or the limbs placed on the mantle. The aroma of fresh cedar would fill the air. Old fashioned large strings of multicolored Christmas bulbs would be wrapped around the tree and if two bulbs of the same color ended up next to one another, it would be swapped out. Sea shells collected over the summer were given new life as they were fished out of pails, pasted with glue and glitter, and tied with twine to hang on the tree. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The larger the oyster shells the better. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Candy canes and silver tinsel were added last.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A branch of mistletoe would be taped over a doorway.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The air was filled with a hint of smoke from the poorly drafted fireplace. When the bricks became dark with soot, my grandmother simply painted them red and outlined the mortar with white paint. The decorating experts of today wouldn’t approve but to me back then, it was beautiful. Only the prettiest glittery Christmas cards would be placed on the mantle and because there wasn’t a lot of room, if your card made that special spot, it was like you had made the Hall of Fame! That is what it was like at my grandmother’s cottage at the beach long ago. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now 50 years later we use a pre-lit tree and we have lovely ornaments and decorations and traditions reflect our modern times. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I am conscious however, that we are making new memories for the next generation to cherish 50 years from now. I hope we capture the spirit of love, joy and happiness in our home to pass down. Our family is joyous as we have received the news that we will have a new grandchild in this coming year. It is my prayer that he or she will know the true meaning of Christmas, have a wonderful sense of family and will someday fondly recall our Christmases as special memories to savor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God was with us then and He is with us now. Not a Christmas Eve goes by that I don’t stop to stay ‘thank you’ as I look up to the heavens for the Christmas Star. I thank Him for the memories of Christmases past and the hope of Christmases to come, the loved ones I miss, the love given and received and my heavenly Father that stands besides me and sometimes carries me. I thank Him for sending His Son to save us. While our Christmas gatherings and celebrations have evolved and changed over the years, God stays the same. He never changes. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He is always waiting for us any time that we seek Him. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-3891215706352987009?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3891215706352987009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/12/long-ago-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3891215706352987009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3891215706352987009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/12/long-ago-christmas.html' title='A Long Ago Christmas'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AtKUfQ5O2L4/TuAx8BPzZZI/AAAAAAAANvE/YvRZ6qfqeqM/s72-c/HPIM3293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-7773217999180201864</id><published>2011-12-01T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T08:24:16.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitality</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UTV-8sHO3nY/TteqEj-wS4I/AAAAAAAANu8/f6HyFejs3CQ/s1600/HPIM1847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UTV-8sHO3nY/TteqEj-wS4I/AAAAAAAANu8/f6HyFejs3CQ/s400/HPIM1847.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Hospitality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy  Ore Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;December 01,  2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Share with God’s people who are in need. Practice  hospitality. -Romans 12:132 NIV &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were blessed with a good trip over Thanksgiving to see many family members  in three different places. The definition of hospitality is the friendly  reception and treatment of guests or strangers. Greeted with love in each home  was a blessing. Many preparations were made for us before we arrived to ensure  that our visit was special and we were so grateful for the loving efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;While hospitality can mean having a clean house, a stocked refrigerator and  being sure you are presentable to your guests, it still focuses on the host or  hostess. Another way to define it is to be social or to entertain. I was  interested to see what the Bible said about hospitality. Christian hospitality  focuses on the guest. Meaning, the home doesn’t have to be perfect or food  offered at all. Instead, it is lending an ear and listening if that is what is  needed. This spiritual hospitality is centered around giving acceptance and  approval to the guest. Perhaps providing a temporary home, meals or help of some  kind. Some of the best times I have had were when my home wasn’t perfectly in  order, my pantry was running low, but it didn’t matter as much as seeing and  being with a person to lift them up, to listen, to laugh, to cry with or to  celebrate life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season of Christmas offers many chances for us to practice hospitality,  both as hosts and as guests. By focusing on God this season and the people that  He brings into our life, we can enrich and be enriched by the experience. I  remember years ago we had a Christmas Eve gathering of family and friends and  one of our home renovation projects wasn’t fully completed. We simply hung a  sign that said “under construction” and I remember that gathering was the best  of all because the focus was on our guests, not on our surroundings. In the end,  it will be the people we love and cherish, the people we help, the times we are  helped that will be remembered in the spirit of genuine Christian hospitality.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-7773217999180201864?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7773217999180201864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/12/hospitality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7773217999180201864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7773217999180201864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/12/hospitality.html' title='Hospitality'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UTV-8sHO3nY/TteqEj-wS4I/AAAAAAAANu8/f6HyFejs3CQ/s72-c/HPIM1847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-4167181722209805270</id><published>2011-11-25T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T08:14:00.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mj6dWf4D1Ts/TsvKqiWZbxI/AAAAAAAANu0/hAM6QSRJI5I/s1600/final+joy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mj6dWf4D1Ts/TsvKqiWZbxI/AAAAAAAANu0/hAM6QSRJI5I/s400/final+joy.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Christmas Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy  Ore Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;November 22,  2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we  may sing for joy and be glad all our days. -Psalm 90:14 NIV &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season to be jolly. And I admit to feeling that way this year. But I  am also aware that not everyone is feeling as joyous this Christmas for one  reason or another. Tightened finances may keep families apart due to the expense  of traveling this season. Others have gotten bad news from the doctor. Some may  be looking for work and can't find it. And then there are the folks that have  lost a loved one this past year and are feeling especially lonely. How can the  Christmas spirit be captured when facing these things?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was in the checkout line at the department store. I struck up a  conversation with the elderly gentleman behind me. He was holding a new fishing  rod and reel and was looking at it admiringly. I thought he was buying it for a  grandchild because it really looked like a “starter set”. The gentleman said  with pride that he was buying it for himself. As he began to chat away, in about  5 minutes, he told me a great deal about his life. He had moved here just two  weeks ago from the Midwest to be closer to family. His wife was an invalid in  the nursing home, he still drives everywhere he goes and had traveled to South  America years ago and it was his favorite place on this earth. Yes, all this in  just a few minutes, and I never even got his name! But what struck me about this  man as his story unfolded, was that he had every reason to be sad about moving  from his home of many years to a new place so far away, or distraught because  his precious wife couldn't talk and he didn't know if she recognized him  anymore. He could have been anxious about learning a new town and fearful about  driving on unfamiliar streets. But no. He was smiling from ear to ear. He  laughed, his eyes twinkled and he was simply bubbling over with joy. This man  was happy to be alive. I wished him a Merry Christmas and smiled back at him as  I said goodbye. This stranger was clearly in his mid- 80's and seemed to have  more energy and enthusiasm for life than I did. Before I drove out of the  parking lot, I just sat for a few minutes and thought, “what was the lesson”? I  believe what made that gentleman special in my eyes was that his circumstances  weren't the focus but instead, he was determined to have joy despite his  circumstances. He wasn't cranky or bitter, but was genuinely happy. This man  made a great impact on me and I believe it was one of God’s divine appointments  at work. Maybe he was one of those “old school” kinds of people where you lived  simply, gave thanks and worked at living life until the last breath. I know  people that have far less problems to deal with and behave much worse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever we face, whatever our circumstances, I believe God wants us to be  cheerful about where we are. We are to remember that He has the Plan and we are  taught to believe that He orders our steps. If it is a hard time we are going  through, He will sees us through. God is our source for everything. He is the  Healer and the Provider. With God on one side and us on the other side with the  talents and skills He has given us, we can rise up. We might not have expected  to be in the middle of a difficult situation but God says to cast our cares upon  Him. If we find that we are blessed this season, then perhaps we can reach out  to help someone that is struggling and bless them. Wherever we are and whatever  is going on, there is always joy that we can claim. Perhaps the answer is right  before us...developing a Godly attitude, no matter what we come against. We  cannot control our circumstances but we do have the ability to control our  attitude. Like that happy gentleman in the checkout line, we can find a little  joy. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-4167181722209805270?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4167181722209805270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4167181722209805270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4167181722209805270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-joy.html' title='Christmas Joy'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mj6dWf4D1Ts/TsvKqiWZbxI/AAAAAAAANu0/hAM6QSRJI5I/s72-c/final+joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-3685400982142687444</id><published>2011-11-17T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:37:11.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRlxcSRFyQA/TsUpRl36OjI/AAAAAAAANug/GxiocuEl5QE/s1600/IMG_1872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRlxcSRFyQA/TsUpRl36OjI/AAAAAAAANug/GxiocuEl5QE/s400/IMG_1872.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gratitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the  Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;November 17,  2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and  admonish one another with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns and  spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God. –Colossians 3:16 NIV  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definition of gratitude is a feeling of thankfulness and appreciation.  With Thanksgiving Day just ahead, there is a desire in many of us for the joy  and gratitude of to last more than just a day or two. While Thanksgiving Day is  often spent with family and friends or just quietly alone in observance, it  gives us a reason to stop and ponder the blessings of the past year. God’s  blessings don’t always arrive on our doorstop with great fanfare though.  Sometimes it is the simplest of things that we can see God’s hand in. I believe  that if we look carefully, we can see God in the big and little things in our  day. It is so easy to take responsibility and credit ourselves for all the good  that happens. Yes, our efforts do not go unnoticed, but all good things come  from God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you might ask, when things get tough, is that God, too? The answer is that  He allows things at times to build us up. Make us stronger. Build spiritual  muscle. But it doesn’t matter what is happening at the moment. The real key to  having a heart of gratitude is to be grateful no matter how good or bad things  are. Genuine gratitude doesn’t succumb to disappointment or that feeling of  lack. Maybe things aren’t going well at all, but there is always at least one  thing that we can be grateful for like having a Heavenly Father that loves us so  much. Gratitude also promotes joy. Some of the richest, joy- filled people I  know don’t appear to have any luxuries in life, yet they are grateful for each  day and the opportunity to serve God in peace. To develop a heart of gratitude,  we might think of something to be grateful for during this time of Thanksgiving  and offer our thanks to God for all He has done and continues to do. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-3685400982142687444?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3685400982142687444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3685400982142687444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3685400982142687444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRlxcSRFyQA/TsUpRl36OjI/AAAAAAAANug/GxiocuEl5QE/s72-c/IMG_1872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-1090605278978550234</id><published>2011-11-09T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:35:03.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Gatherings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeHFdBadZ20/TrQnSNZTgCI/AAAAAAAANts/GMhDfdZOGMs/s1600/IMG_1393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeHFdBadZ20/TrQnSNZTgCI/AAAAAAAANts/GMhDfdZOGMs/s400/IMG_1393.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Family Gatherings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy  Ore Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;November 04,  2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at  peace with everyone – Romans 12:18 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The holidays are fast approaching. How is it that they are coming so fast  now! Thanksgiving is at the end of this month and I believe I heard that it is  the biggest time of year for family gatherings, even over Christmas. If that is  true, then in a few weeks families will come to the Thanksgiving table in one of  three ways: they will come in love with peace; or discord, carrying old  emotional baggage; or worse yet, come simply in indifference for the day,  believing anything more would seem unachievable and too hard to approach.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When family members reunite at the holidays, or weddings and funerals for  that matter, it can be comforting to be together unless the work has not been  done to keep the relationships within the family healthy. In that case, old  hurts and offenses that have been swept under the carpet and never resolved, can  make it barely possible to come together just to “make nice” for a day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between the words “reunite” and “reconcile”. Reunite  means just coming together. But reconcile means to bring into agreement or  harmony; to make compatible. Those words and actions often get mistakened for  meaning the same thing. A reuniting of family that comes together and exchanges  pleasantries are often lulled into believing everything has been restored again  and the family is back on track. How nice but it is only fleeting! It doesn’t  take any time at all for things to fall back into the ditch once everyone has  returned back home again because the work to reconcile was not done. Differences  were not ironed out and lovingly dealt with. God was not sought for wisdom and  peace; instead rejection roots deeper and hurts grow stronger year after year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each person can make a case for their side of things and past disagreements  or offenses and all too often, these hard-hearted emotions are sadly taken to  the grave. These emotions lead to possessing an “un-loving” spirit and the  possibility that over time a person can become cold and turn away from God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family discord isn’t part of God’s plan for us. He honors the family and we  should too. Like the photo today of the pumpkins, they are part of the same  family but they are each individual and different, one of a kind, yet they can  sit side by side to one another in harmony. That is simplifying it but that is  the idea. But you may be thinking by now, our family is a mess and no one is  talking to each other and even if I tried, I don’t think it could work to have  love and peace. The good news is God gives us prayer. It is the only tool for  situations like these. God can change hearts. He can cause divine appointments.  He can simply, most magnificently do anything He wants. Our job is to do a  temperature check on our hearts. Meaning, are we pure in thought. Do we forgive  from the heart? Have we repented for our part of any discord? Sometimes, a  relationship may never be restored to what we hope it could be and maybe it  simply can’t be restored at all because the person on the other side is not  willing. But that is out of our control. All we can do is make sure we have a  receptive and pure heart. That we wish no malice. And any justice is God’s  business, not ours. If wrongs need to be righted, He is the avenger. Our prayers  can make a difference.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if your family is emotionally healthy, praise Him. Be a light to other  families because you are blessed and have done the work to maintain  compatibility. Are there perfect families out there? Certainly not. We are all   human. There are problems and misunderstandings that come from time to time but  if dealt with early and not allowed to fester, there is no potential for  problems to be magnified into huge rifts. The families that I have observed that  are beacons of God’s Light are the ones that give Him honor and first place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to Thanksgiving. For anyone for whatever reason that has to be alone  for the holidays, lean on God. He says He will never depart from us. I have been  in your shoes and it isn’t easy but it gives you the whole day to spend with  God. And if it is standing room only at your table, don’t take it for granted.  God has placed you all together to love each other and to count your blessings  together. For those that are showing up to dinner just because of obligation,  there is time to ask God to soften the situation all the way around so it can be  the best family holiday you have ever enjoyed. God’s blessings on each one of  you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-1090605278978550234?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1090605278978550234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-gatherings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1090605278978550234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1090605278978550234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-gatherings.html' title='Family Gatherings'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeHFdBadZ20/TrQnSNZTgCI/AAAAAAAANts/GMhDfdZOGMs/s72-c/IMG_1393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-7508039126348481966</id><published>2011-11-03T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:59:20.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking with Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A2A3aTXeUvg/TrLA0nxNSAI/AAAAAAAANtk/frvkMLzPCyA/s1600/Girl+in+white+dress+927x2328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A2A3aTXeUvg/TrLA0nxNSAI/AAAAAAAANtk/frvkMLzPCyA/s640/Girl+in+white+dress+927x2328.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Walking with Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy  Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;November 03,  2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what God the Lord says— the Creator of the heavens,  who stretches them out, who spreads out the earth with all that springs from it,  who gives breath to its people, and life to those who walk on it: “I, the Lord,  have called you in righteousness; I will take hold of your hand. I will keep you  and will make you to be a covenant for the people and a light for the Gentiles,  to open eyes that are blind, to free captives from prison and to release from  the dungeon those who sit in darkness. -Isaiah 42:5-7 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Today’s writing is a little different than what has been done in the past.  When I pray it helps me to envision actually being with Jesus, if only in my  imagination. Perhaps you will allow your imagination to expand and you can take  a walk with us too……&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see myself as a little girl…old enough to always feel safe and but  not old enough yet to be conditioned by the world. I am skipping along the  beach, the same one that I used to walk with my grandmother whom I called,  Nanny. The weather is sunny, the waves are gently rolling in and the top of the  sea reminds me of blue-green sparkling glass. Boats are off in the distance and  the sound of sea gulls are above. It is mid-day. I have a white dress on. It is  sweet with smocking on the front with embroidered roses and it has little cap  sleeves. It is summer time. My dress has a full skirt as though there is a  crinoline beneath but the humidity in the air causes the skirt to fall slightly  limp. There are two long sashes for tying a bow in the back of my dress but the  bow has become loose and it drags the wet sand behind me. My long blonde hair  falls just at my waist in natural waves and ringlets, often caught by the  breeze. The sun is so bright that I have to squint to keep the glare from  hurting my blue eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am gleeful. Skipping along, laughing, feeling freedom and happiness when I  turn around to see Jesus behind me. He holds his arms outstretched to greet me  and I run as fast as I can with sun- kissed cheeks surrounding my smile and joy  to jump into his arms. His face is kind and I feel secure. He would never let me  fall. We don’t talk at first. I look at him and he looks at me and smiles. I  touch his hair and pat his chest and straighten the folds of his robe as if to  neaten at the same time. He lets me fuss over him and he doesn’t seem to mind. I  adore him. I know who he is. And he knows who I am. His walk is strong in the  soft sand. He has a purple scarf draped around his neck and a plain rope around  his waist that surrounds his white robe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He asks me, “What do you want to learn today?” I reply quickly, “Show me  everything”. He points out to the water and shows me things in the distance. We  look at the birds and he knows the different kinds. I reach towards the sky to  show him a cloud going by. He says, “Do you know that all these things come from  my Father in Heaven?” My eyes widen with wonder as I simply stare at his eyes  and the truth that lies within them. I am anxious to know more, but I get  restless to play and want to run again on the beach. He lets me down and I play  hide and seek around him, hiding behind the folds of his robe. He approves of  me. I can see it in the twinkling of his eyes when he looks down at me. My heart  is bursting with happiness, even more than before. I pick up seashells and run  to him to place in his hand for safekeeping. He holds them for me. I have never  felt such warmth and kindness before. He seems to like me just the way I am,  too. I see love in his eyes. His love is so big it warms my heart. I get tired  of skipping and come back to him and reach for his hand and we walk the beach  together holding hands. We are becoming the best of friends. I just know it. I  like the way my heart feels when I am with him. I realize it is nice just to be  together. He says to feel his presence and to remember it. To tuck it in my  heart and then I can have it always. He says to remember that he is always with  me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Today, as an adult, I have a bowl of sand and shells in my home and it  reminds me of my imaginative first meeting with Jesus. A collection of straw  hats sit nearby to use to still protect my eyes from the sun. My surroundings at  home are connected to the beach with walls of photographs and paintings  throughout. To me the beach represents unconditional, lasting, pure love; truth  and honesty; forgiveness and healing; safety and honor and above all, presence  of the One that will never betray. He will always love me. It’s the relationship  that I seek daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God sent me a grandmother that loved me fiercely and gave richly of herself  within her very limited means. She nurtured in me the goodness and virtues of  life and was the first one to tell me about Jesus. My precious grandmother that  went to Heaven when I was just 9 years old lives on in my heart and writing.  Without my grandmother, there would be no “&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/em&gt;”…..a seed  planted by her love for me and the beach, rooted by the love of Jesus and  established and written by the guiding pen and favor of God and the Holy Spirit.  Did you have someone that you can look back to that loved you enough to share  Jesus with you? Show them honor by passing their gift&amp;nbsp;on, to open the eyes  of the blind, to share Him with the next in line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table style="height: 1088px; width: 653px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-7508039126348481966?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7508039126348481966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/11/walking-with-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7508039126348481966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7508039126348481966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/11/walking-with-jesus.html' title='Walking with Jesus'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A2A3aTXeUvg/TrLA0nxNSAI/AAAAAAAANtk/frvkMLzPCyA/s72-c/Girl+in+white+dress+927x2328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-4771566903936794308</id><published>2011-10-27T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T08:23:50.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aB_5uIBE_Tg/Tql3b5YT0yI/AAAAAAAANrI/e6nW364YjSY/s1600/IMG_2771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aB_5uIBE_Tg/Tql3b5YT0yI/AAAAAAAANrI/e6nW364YjSY/s400/IMG_2771.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Autumn Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy  Ore Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;October 27,  2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our  God stands forever. –Isaiah 40:8 NIV &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I went to a flower farm where zinnias and sunflowers were  still blooming. The vibrant colors of fall were evident in the fields of flowers  just waiting to be picked. I brought two handfuls of flowers home for the dining  table and have thoroughly enjoyed them. Buds of sunflowers slowly opened during  the week as the zinnias wilted one by one. Flowers, I think are one of God’s  gifts to us. When I look at a flower and examine the petals and the intricate  structure, it is a reminder of God’s perfection at work. The arrangement of the  seeds in the center of a sunflower is a geometric wonder to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God worked so hard to perfect the flowers, then is there any doubt that he  would have done less when he formed us? Stop along the beach and pick up a  shell. Look at it. The ridges, the colors, the perfect shape. Another  achievement that nature gets to take credit for under the umbrella of God’s  artistry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so much greater than a flower or a shell. We are a masterpiece made  and created by God. We would not be here if God had not breathed life into us.  Each person has a purpose in this life. It is important to fulfill that purpose  but to do it God’s Way and not our own way. What does that mean? We just don’t  want to get ahead of God and take the plan for our life and make things happen  in our own time. Instead, we are to know God through His Word and grow from His  Instruction. We are to lean on Him while He takes time to develop, refine and  prepare us for the plans He has in store. Like a flower unfolds, one petal at a  time, we are the same. One day at a time. One step at a time. Trading impatience  for patience. Trusting God every moment to lead us to the purpose and plan for  our life. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-4771566903936794308?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4771566903936794308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4771566903936794308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4771566903936794308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-flowers.html' title='Autumn Flowers'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aB_5uIBE_Tg/Tql3b5YT0yI/AAAAAAAANrI/e6nW364YjSY/s72-c/IMG_2771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-2531929686709889522</id><published>2011-10-19T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:56:52.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paths</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWIahMErljA/Tp9_o8f64UI/AAAAAAAANjM/j-HL7GuIW6g/s1600/paths.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWIahMErljA/Tp9_o8f64UI/AAAAAAAANjM/j-HL7GuIW6g/s320/paths.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Paths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;br /&gt;Betsy Ore Glass&lt;br /&gt;October 19, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Direct me in the path of your commands, for there I find delight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Psalm 119:35 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Outer Banks hosts many paths: bicycle paths, walking paths, handicap and nature paths. Some are straight and others are winding. No two are alike and there is always something beautiful to see and enjoy along the way.  When I was a young girl, my grandmother lived at a beach. Her little house with a wraparound screened porch was tucked in among the cedars, pine and oak trees. The path from her back door to the top of the sand dune was made from wooden planks, creating a straight path to the beach. She lived under the protection of a canopy of trees, but once at the top of the path on the tall dune, a panoramic view awaited us. Even though most of the treed path was dark or covered over in pine needles, the reward was always there at the end of the path….a view that was breathtaking! The darkness lifted and the light of day or moon by night illuminated us while we stood on that path, finally at our destination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just simply want what we want! Scripture says that God will give us the desires of our heart. Some things we want are just not good for us. We can thank God that He knows more than we do and knows what is best for us. I can look back in the past and think I was just so certain about the direction I thought God was taking me. All the while, I realize now I was on my own path. It is hard to discern which path belongs to whom!! When we get faced with choices or opportunities, our first step is to go to God and ask for wisdom. There have been times I have felt a nudge in my spirit to act or move forward. Not knowing what is ahead of me, I have walked forward in obedience by faith, and sure enough, God would have cleared the path for me towards victory. Other times, I have felt like there was glue on my feet. Everyone else around me was moving forward with plans and I had plans too, but felt God holding me back. Disappointed at first and frustrated that I couldn’t step out yet, I realized that God knew best and that His Timing is everything. God has managed to put me where He wants me at any given time. I have learned that He calls the shots. When I simply can’t wait any longer for God to act, then I begin to feel that maybe He is waiting for me to act. That happens sometimes. That is when I move forward with my goals and plans in faith, with caution. I trust Him to stop me at any time and He has. He orders our steps and blesses us with the wisdom on what path to choose to live the life he has designed for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-2531929686709889522?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2531929686709889522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/10/paths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2531929686709889522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2531929686709889522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/10/paths.html' title='Paths'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HWIahMErljA/Tp9_o8f64UI/AAAAAAAANjM/j-HL7GuIW6g/s72-c/paths.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-8206845710188021953</id><published>2011-10-12T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:06:38.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4gMXWibhaSI/TpYAvDdeOBI/AAAAAAAANi8/-qRBcIoh3dE/s1600/IMG_2564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4gMXWibhaSI/TpYAvDdeOBI/AAAAAAAANi8/-qRBcIoh3dE/s400/IMG_2564.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;Betsy  Ore Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;October 12,  2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in  him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in  song. –Psalm 28:7 NIV &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;October is a wonderful time to be at the beach in my opinion. The days are  shorter, the nights are cooler. Goldenrod is in full bloom with its mustard  colored flowers growing wild here and there. Sea oats look rich in a golden  amber hue as they wave back and forth on the dunes in the ocean breezes. Salt  spray covers everything. Where tourists once sunbathed on the summer beaches,  large flocks of pelicans and gulls have reclaimed those places as their own  again. It is sweatshirt weather on most mornings. Pots of seafood chowders and  stews are put on simmer all day for early autumn suppers to stave off the  evening chill. October spells pure joy to me as it is the one month that  everything seems to be just perfect on the Outer Banks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For a while, I have collected everything I could find with the word “joy”  written on it. Tree ornaments, plaques, magnets and more. I use these little  messages throughout my home as a daily reminder to stay in joy and not complain  or find fault with myself or others. I have learned that it doesn’t take much to  get hooked into the emotion of complaining and grumpiness and that is a trap the  enemy uses to steal our joy. We have to be on guard against this happening. My  favorite definition of joy is “the expression or display of glad feelings”.  Being filled with joy can cause us to want to do and share good things for those  around us. It is like having a new song on the inside of us. When we can, I  think we are supposed to spread our joy outward and see how God uses it to make  positive changes in our lives and the lives of others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-8206845710188021953?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8206845710188021953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/10/october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8206845710188021953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8206845710188021953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4gMXWibhaSI/TpYAvDdeOBI/AAAAAAAANi8/-qRBcIoh3dE/s72-c/IMG_2564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-2302443526725558557</id><published>2011-10-05T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T13:41:12.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Faith Not Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTlzVio7bvY/Toy9T_sJdGI/AAAAAAAANi4/mreZimj4Eoc/s1600/IMG_1301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTlzVio7bvY/Toy9T_sJdGI/AAAAAAAANi4/mreZimj4Eoc/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Choose Faith Not  Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; ©  Betsy Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;October 05,  2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the grace of God has appeared that offers salvation to  all people. It teaches us to say “No” to ungodliness and worldly passions, and  to live self-controlled, upright and godly lives in this present age, while we  wait for the blessed hope—the appearing of the glory of our great God and  Savior, Jesus Christ, who gave himself for us to redeem us from all wickedness  and to purify for himself a people that are his very own, eager to do what is  good. Titus 2:11- 14 NIV &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are seeing what happens when an ocean roars out of control, with the  necessity of building of a bridge over newly cut inlets, which will restore  traffic between communities again. The fire that has been burning out of control  for months west of the Outer Banks is worthy of taking note of. Even with the  torrential rains from a hurricane, the dampened fire has continued to burn.  Winds that appear to be calm one minute can build in the next and combined with  the right atmospheric conditions, begins to circulate and an out of control  tornado starts a rampage of destruction. These are all forms of nature, but do  you know that we can operate out of control too?  &lt;br /&gt;My son in law was teaching me how to operate his boat. I respect his guidance  and pay close attention to everything he says to do. I don’t want to lose  control of the boat and put our family onboard in danger. Exercising discipline  and taking advice are good things if we want to grow and go forward. When we  begin to walk away from God’s Word, His guidance and His instruction, is when we  start walking in the deep end of the water alone. If we cast our cares on God  and seek Him and keep our eyes fixed on Him and His teachings, we won’t lose  control and veer off course, where lack of self- control exists.  &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been so angry that you did something and then regretted it?  Have you ever said words to someone in a few short minutes, only to realize  later that it would take many lifetimes to repair the damage done? What causes  someone to lose control? Usually it is born out fear of some kind. Fear and  living in fear can cause a person to react in many ways, all of which reflect an  out of control countenance. But if the emotions, heart and mind are rooted in  God and His Ways, we can’t have faith and fear at the same time. God says to  walk in faith. We face trials sometimes that make us feel like we want to have a  temper tantrum at times. But, did you know that trials are often a test to us  and reveals to God where we are in our level of faith? Walk away from anything,  any behavior or thoughts that don’t line up with God. (Titus 2) Apologies and  repenting brings forgiveness and paves the way for new beginnings and a fresh  start. Building faith by reading the Word and memorizing scripture now is like  putting money in the bank. The strength from a strong faith will be there for us  later when we need to call upon it. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-2302443526725558557?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2302443526725558557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/10/choose-faith-not-fear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2302443526725558557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2302443526725558557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/10/choose-faith-not-fear.html' title='Choose Faith Not Fear'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTlzVio7bvY/Toy9T_sJdGI/AAAAAAAANi4/mreZimj4Eoc/s72-c/IMG_1301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-6327718546663196093</id><published>2011-09-28T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:49:08.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQ62tCgIhE0/ToOV-PMOHmI/AAAAAAAANiw/58WmMGE6tdM/s1600/IMG_1640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQ62tCgIhE0/ToOV-PMOHmI/AAAAAAAANiw/58WmMGE6tdM/s400/IMG_1640.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;The Ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;Betsy  Ore Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;September 28,  2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise; his greatness  no one can fathom. - Psalm 145:3 NIV. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean has a hold on me. It is so powerful. I have a large amount of  respect for what it can do when unleashed. The waves that pound the shore in  rhythmic fashion remind me of a strong heartbeat…some days beating faster than  others. Going to sit by the edge of the ocean makes everything better. It is as  if the waves wash over me and cleanses my soul in quietude and refreshes my mind  at the same time. The ocean breathes its salt air on me and I feel wrapped in a  blanket of calm. I can think better and there is clarity. For years I have  wondered what was the real secret of the ocean….is it the salt air, the breezes,  the serenity, the sound of the waves? I suppose it adds up to all those things.  Water has a calming effect on so many of us. To each their own. Some people need  to fish, while others surf the waves. Photographers need to capture the perfect  sunrise while people like my Mother and I are content to drive to the pier and  feed the hungry gulls some pieces of bread. We are all unique but unified in the  fact that many of us hunger for the ocean in some way or another. And we all  agree on one thing, the ocean is a force that deserves our honor and respect.  &lt;br /&gt;God is most worthy of our praise, honor and respect as well. Yet, I don’t  think He gets His due. The busyness of our schedules and our fast and furious  lives leaves little time for Him. Our mind is where our heart is…or is it the  other way around? I think both ways apply. God seems to get the leftovers at  times. “Oh I’ll get to God after everything else is done and I can relax and  really focus”….haven’t we all said that? We can pray or talk to God  anywhere….driving in the car, vacuuming the floor, pulling weeds, walking the  beach. We are told to pray continually (I Thess. 5: 17). Some times my talking  to God turns into prayer and then back to talking again…..I don’t really know  the difference. He deserves to be exalted in our lives. And to be appreciated  and for us to allow Him to guide us in His Way and His Will. God’s power and  mightiness are so much greater than anything we can imagine. While our  footprints along the ocean’s edge may get washed away with the tide, our  memories of our time with God will be forever written in Heaven and our heart.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-6327718546663196093?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6327718546663196093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/09/ocean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/6327718546663196093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/6327718546663196093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/09/ocean.html' title='The Ocean'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQ62tCgIhE0/ToOV-PMOHmI/AAAAAAAANiw/58WmMGE6tdM/s72-c/IMG_1640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-4764002782526077809</id><published>2011-09-21T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T12:57:22.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tGyRBswW-qI/Tno_2zvUeWI/AAAAAAAANis/2Fd6wRYozw4/s1600/IMG_2218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tGyRBswW-qI/Tno_2zvUeWI/AAAAAAAANis/2Fd6wRYozw4/s320/IMG_2218.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;September 21, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. –Psalm 62:5 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet neighbor and I visited this morning on the sidewalk. I have a little  flower bed that has been neglected. It is on the top of my “to do” list to bring  it back to life this fall. I shared my landscape ideas with my neighbor and she  kindly offered to share some of her plants to get me started. The kind lady said  that some of the plants would rest over the winter and may go completely  dormant. But not to worry, while they are resting, they are developing good  roots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word, “rest” has popped up several times this week. People talking about  needing it or not getting enough of it. The definition of rest is the refreshing  quiet or repose of sleep, spiritual calm, tranquility, refreshing ease, relief  or freedom from anything that troubles or disturbs. Many of us have had  challenges we had to rise up to recently. Probably like many of you, I’ve taken  time to re-group. To take stock of where I have been, where I am and to pray for  direction for what God wants to do with me next. Seems recently there has been a  season of change that has swirled around me like autumn leaves falling to the  ground on a September day. And sometimes with change comes chaos, too many  decisions, turmoil and the like. Followed by rest. Yes, sweet rest. At some  point, things start to settle down. The pieces of the puzzle come together to  form a beautiful picture. Rest is a good word. It represents that the battle is  over, the difficulty has subsided and peace awaits us. But rest is not always  physical relief. We can have mental rest and give up a situation that our minds  have been obsessing about for too long. We can also find spiritual rest by  surrendering everything to God. Resting in Him means to totally trust Him.  Whatever the situation is, it isn’t too big for God. His rest will restore us  and nurture us so we can pick ourselves back up and head back out on our  journey. (I find it interesting that within the word “restore” is “rest”). Like  my neighbor’s plants, I like to think our faith is growing deep spiritual roots  when we rest in God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-4764002782526077809?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4764002782526077809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/09/rest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4764002782526077809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4764002782526077809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/09/rest.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tGyRBswW-qI/Tno_2zvUeWI/AAAAAAAANis/2Fd6wRYozw4/s72-c/IMG_2218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-2126683661396056366</id><published>2011-09-14T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T07:35:36.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFb4insUEsU/TnFkmSd1sPI/AAAAAAAANhU/lDWZk4BaS5A/s1600/IMG_2523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFb4insUEsU/TnFkmSd1sPI/AAAAAAAANhU/lDWZk4BaS5A/s400/IMG_2523.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Footprints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 14, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But be very careful to keep the commandment and the law that Moses the servant of the Lord gave you; to love the Lord your God, to walk in all his ways, to obey his commands, to hold fast to him and to serve him with all your heart and all your soul.&lt;/strong&gt; -Joshua 22:5&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in soft sand at the beach can be so strenuous. Sometimes the sand is deep and it can really be a struggle. But the job gets easier if you can find the footprints of one that went before you and then follow their path. As little children, we would try to walk in the footprints left by a grownup, only to stumble to our knees because we couldn’t make the long stride. Some footprints are narrow, others wide, some long, some short. Some people go barefooted on the beach, while others wear shoes with ridged soles. To find another footprint is to know that someone walked ahead of us. Their footprint made the path just a little easier for us. Their weight caused the sand to compress, giving us a place for firmer footing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following God is His desire for us. But, the path is not always so easy to walk. Sometimes He leads us into the deeper sand and it is difficult. Other times we can cover a lot of distance in the firmer sand because the walk is smooth and easy. In both cases, He is building our spiritual muscle for our journey in Him. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There may be times of hard work and effort, and then He surely rewards us with rest and restoration. Knowing in advance that tough times are ultimately for our own growth and development, it somehow makes it easier to understand. There is a benefit to every step we take if we let Our Father lead the way on the path before us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-2126683661396056366?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2126683661396056366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/09/footprints.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2126683661396056366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2126683661396056366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/09/footprints.html' title='Footprints'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MFb4insUEsU/TnFkmSd1sPI/AAAAAAAANhU/lDWZk4BaS5A/s72-c/IMG_2523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-203703727284703645</id><published>2011-09-07T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:27:24.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lsF9ZAFIXnU/Tmg1-myn3sI/AAAAAAAANSk/JJ3Olfycl2E/s1600/Pumpkin+Patch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lsF9ZAFIXnU/Tmg1-myn3sI/AAAAAAAANSk/JJ3Olfycl2E/s320/Pumpkin+Patch.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 07, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me; O Lord, be my help. -Psalm 30:10 NIV &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change seems to be everywhere. Change is one of those words that bring with it a lot of feelings and emotions when it surrounds us. Probably the simplest way to describe change is ‘to pass from one state to another.’ Seasonal changes we tend to welcome and look forward to with anticipation. We know what to expect year after year. The fall colors of this season are about to emerge as the leaves turn from green to golden yellow, deep red and burnt orange. Pumpkins are displayed on front porches, replacing pots of tired geraniums. Gardens are being harvested for the last of the summer vegetables, while firewood gets stacked near the back door before the onset of winter. The transition from season to season is somewhat predictable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the unexpected, unpredictable turns that come upon us at times that can shift our lives in another direction. How do we cope? That’s when our faith is of utmost importance. Some changes in our life can be devastating such as an illness, divorce, and the death of a loved one. Other changes may not be as impactful, but nevertheless they do affect us. God made us adaptable and flexible. We can face anything that comes to us. God won’t leave us alone to get through these times of difficulty by ourselves. We can count on Him. He made us strong. We can rely on His strength to help us. How we choose to react to change determines how we will be able to manage it. Something to think about. God’s plan is at work in our lives and in our surroundings. We must never forget that. Yes, God is part of everything and every situation. We don’t always know the reason why things happen. He will allow things at times to occur to bring us back closer to Him and to strengthen us. As we are certain to meet change almost daily, we should remember that God does not change. He is always there with His promises to lift us up out of the mire on to high ground again. We can take refuge in Him and He will take our pain and give us strength in its place.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect. Psalm 18:21 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-203703727284703645?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/203703727284703645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/09/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/203703727284703645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/203703727284703645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/09/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lsF9ZAFIXnU/Tmg1-myn3sI/AAAAAAAANSk/JJ3Olfycl2E/s72-c/Pumpkin+Patch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-3413938377353192328</id><published>2011-08-31T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T18:17:50.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dnSjup-9tvY/Tl7dCSPjc5I/AAAAAAAANSg/i0k1YXpMQn4/s1600/HPIM4413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dnSjup-9tvY/Tl7dCSPjc5I/AAAAAAAANSg/i0k1YXpMQn4/s400/HPIM4413.JPG" width="301px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Irene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 31, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters. He rescued me from my powerful enemy, from my foes, who were too strong for me. They confronted me in the day of my disaster, but the Lord was my support. He brought me out into a spacious place, he rescued me because he delighted in me. Psalm 18:16-19 NIV &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storms at the coast can be fierce, but a hurricane can be life threatening to all in its way. Howling winds and driving rains are to be expected with rising tides, including storm surges that know no boundaries. What makes the barrier islands of the Outer Banks so beautiful is also what makes them so vulnerable. With little or no dunes at all to protect the beaches, homes often lose their footing and wash out to sea in hurricane winds. As quickly as the hurricane comes, it most always departs with the same speed. But that was not the case with Irene. With a span of over 450 miles across, it seemed she would never move on. In her wake, the discovery of broken homes and businesses that littered the sound and beaches are heartbreaking. Historic storm surges flooded areas that have never seen flood waters before. While many were directly affected with losses in this hurricane, there were many that were not. No matter how Irene affected the Outer Banks and surrounding areas, we should count everyone blessed. No doubt, there were fervent prayers to God by his people asking God to provide protection. Many stories will unfold over the next few weeks of people that were touched by God and spared. God put them at the right place at the right time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the shock of this hurricane subsides and is replaced with the task of cleaning up, it is important that we give God our anxieties, our fears, our frustrations and ask for a renewing of faith. No matter what the situation is that we may be facing, God promises that we are not alone. He will sustain us and He will show His favor upon us. In &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 18:28 it says, “You, O Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn to God with prayers for the Outer Banks, the residents of the surrounding areas of North Carolina and the eastern United States that were touched by Irene, that God would turn the darkness into light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-3413938377353192328?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3413938377353192328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/08/irene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3413938377353192328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3413938377353192328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/08/irene.html' title='Irene'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dnSjup-9tvY/Tl7dCSPjc5I/AAAAAAAANSg/i0k1YXpMQn4/s72-c/HPIM4413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-549867938850084755</id><published>2011-08-25T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T13:54:03.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers of Protection</title><content type='html'>Sending prayers of protection&amp;nbsp;to all&amp;nbsp;with the approach of Irene. Psalm 91 is a wonderful Prayer of Protection. I hope it offers comfort and peace.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 91 (NIV)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;nor the plague that destroys at midday. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;but it will not come near you. You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. If you say, “The LORD is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; hey will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You will tread on the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent. “Because he loves me,” says the LORD, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-549867938850084755?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/549867938850084755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/08/prayers-of-protection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/549867938850084755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/549867938850084755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/08/prayers-of-protection.html' title='Prayers of Protection'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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-5978715247179779915.post-5654298716254206221</id><published>2011-08-24T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:39:19.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Line in the Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpIOr5qsSmo/TlVTGvA7IvI/AAAAAAAANRo/Ovb_1QAeCJY/s1600/IMG_2523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpIOr5qsSmo/TlVTGvA7IvI/AAAAAAAANRo/Ovb_1QAeCJY/s400/IMG_2523.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Line in the Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 24, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is magnificent; he can never be praised enough. There are no boundaries to his greatness. Psalm 145:2-4 (The Message) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am delighted to find strands of beach that seem untouched, natural and beautiful as far as the eye can see when I walk the beaches and dunes of Pea Island. I especially like to see the shifting sands on the large dunes. The winds sculpt the sand making rows of valleys and ridges. These rows reflect the light beautifully casting shadows on the long, wavy unbroken lines in the sand. These ripples in the sand are a work of nature and become even more beautiful when found with the occasional footprint of a shorebird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A line in the sand distinquishes one side from another. It can represent a boundary. Are we respectful of boundaries? When limits are set for us do we honor them when in relationships or in the workplace? When crossing boundary lines, there will always be consequences. Sometimes, we have to be the ones that “draw a line in the sand”. We have to be the one that sets limits for ourselves or to those we interact with. When we draw those lines, we should always be guided by God and His Holy Word. His wisdom should be our compass, our guide in all ways. Drawing a line in the sand can mean many things. We can set aside old mindsets, old strongholds and negative thoughts and step over the line to seek out a new path with fresh wisdom from God, filled with positivity and refreshed enthusiasm and energy for our future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-5654298716254206221?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5654298716254206221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/08/line-in-sand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5654298716254206221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5654298716254206221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/08/line-in-sand.html' title='Line in the Sand'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpIOr5qsSmo/TlVTGvA7IvI/AAAAAAAANRo/Ovb_1QAeCJY/s72-c/IMG_2523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-1277918619282133997</id><published>2011-08-17T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T10:13:27.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressing Through</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqdScSK9zy0/Tkv2nJbAT_I/AAAAAAAANRk/-wdnkNpvdvg/s1600/IMG_2433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqdScSK9zy0/Tkv2nJbAT_I/AAAAAAAANRk/-wdnkNpvdvg/s400/IMG_2433.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pressing Through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 17, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? -Roman 8:31 NIV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl playing at the ocean’s edge during our many vacations to the Outer Banks, the big waves would knock me down and I would get back up in time for the next wave to tumble me once more. I wasn’t out far, maybe just up to my knees but the swiftness and force of the water knocked my legs out from under me each time. Many times I’d repeat this over and over until exhaustion set in and I would come ashore and rest before going back out again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like that at times, one wave after another can come against us. We can hardly stand up straight before we get knocked down again with trials, problems, conflicts and demands that won’t go away. If this has happened in your life, you know that the only way to get past these times is to press through. Giving up, “washing our hands of it” or running away won’t give us the victory we seek. Pressing through means to stay with it and never give up. Find another way around the situation. Patience, persistence and determination are all we need to press through to our destiny. God is for us and He is greater than any obstacle or problem we face. Possess a “never give up” attitude. We can reach up to take hold of God’s hand and strength during these times. Having an “overcomer” mentality will keep us on the road to our destiny instead of getting sidetracked by the difficulties we stumble upon on our journey. When the waves of life rise up against us, we must rise up even higher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-1277918619282133997?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1277918619282133997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/08/pressing-through.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1277918619282133997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1277918619282133997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/08/pressing-through.html' title='Pressing Through'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqdScSK9zy0/Tkv2nJbAT_I/AAAAAAAANRk/-wdnkNpvdvg/s72-c/IMG_2433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-5687644741729986674</id><published>2011-08-10T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T18:59:26.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Pbd81Jn-Oo/TkM3XAa142I/AAAAAAAANRg/K-SWmJSZmAk/s1600/IMG_2538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Pbd81Jn-Oo/TkM3XAa142I/AAAAAAAANRg/K-SWmJSZmAk/s400/IMG_2538.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 10, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.” –Matthew 21:22 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil painting is a new found passion and the subject I enjoy painting most are seascapes of the Outer Banks, particularly Pea Island. To paint requires having many tools such as paint thinner, brushes, paints, palette, canvas, easels, etc. Each item is very important to the success of the painting. Before I sit down to spend a day at my easel, I have to be sure I have everything I need. If I am out of brush cleaner, my brushes will harden with paint and be useless. Having the right tools are very important. This week my husband was doing some repairs around the house and brought out his tools. Drills, hammer, screwdriver and nails and so much more. He has learned that before he starts a project, he needs to have the necessary tools at hand first. His knowledge and expertise are great, but without the right tools, he would not be able complete his task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually, our greatest tool is prayer. There are times in our lives when we have to endure unpleasantness. Perhaps we have been treated poorly. Maybe we have been falsely judged or accused. Perhaps we are taken advantage of. Maybe we are simply not liked. All those things we cannot change because unless the person doing these things has the Holy Spirit residing in them, change is not likely. But God does equip us with prayer for times such as these. We can pray for those that act as our enemy. In fact, the Bible says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.” Luke 6:28 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daily simple prayer, asking for peace for oneself, peace for the situation and for the accuser to accept God’s Salvation is the best thing we can do. Prayer has mighty power and those that are faithful know that. But those that live without peace and have hardened hearts need the faithful to pray for them. Who do we know today that needs prayer? While we can let things go and allow distance to form between us and the situation, we still have the obligation to pray for those that know no better or choose not to live in God’s peace. A hardened paint brush has to be tossed out as it will never be the same. But a hardened heart can be prayed for and through God, anything is possible &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-5687644741729986674?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5687644741729986674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/08/prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5687644741729986674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5687644741729986674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/08/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Pbd81Jn-Oo/TkM3XAa142I/AAAAAAAANRg/K-SWmJSZmAk/s72-c/IMG_2538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-5134734819543409848</id><published>2011-08-04T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T11:00:03.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-CWf0jEO1M/Ti9wtZRK05I/AAAAAAAANRM/O_nidS3B-e4/s1600/IMG_2540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-CWf0jEO1M/Ti9wtZRK05I/AAAAAAAANRM/O_nidS3B-e4/s400/IMG_2540.JPG" t$="true" width="266px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 6, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preservers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-7 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bedtime I would tell my children that I loved them as much as all the grains of sand in the world and then some. This was an evening ritual and it included me stretching my arms out from side to side as far as I could reach to add emphasis to my claim of love. My daughter and son went to sleep every evening knowing their parents loved them with abundance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each beach has its own type of sand. Sometimes the sand is white and sugary and very fine. Other beaches have course sand mixed with small gravel. There are certainly plenty of beaches to explore in search of the favorite shore. As I took walks in the sand or built sandcastles with my children when they were little, we took great delight in being at the shore. But sometimes there were other people we observed that seemed to fight the sand, constantly brushing it off themselves and shaking out their towel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a choice. We can choose to love or hate. We can either build sandcastles in the sand or we can constantly shake the sand out of the towel. It is our choice, but God shows us in his teachings that love is the best way. He tells us in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Galatians 5:22 that “the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If we practice these, we will surely live in love and so will those that share our lives. Giving love and receiving love is at the heart of living a godly life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-5134734819543409848?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5134734819543409848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/08/sand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5134734819543409848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5134734819543409848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/08/sand.html' title='Sand'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-CWf0jEO1M/Ti9wtZRK05I/AAAAAAAANRM/O_nidS3B-e4/s72-c/IMG_2540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-7176878649479695110</id><published>2011-07-26T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:37:58.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zkA8ThzjI1Y/Ti9rF6sbMSI/AAAAAAAANRI/o9KuAXUkxUI/s1600/IMG_2262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zkA8ThzjI1Y/Ti9rF6sbMSI/AAAAAAAANRI/o9KuAXUkxUI/s640/IMG_2262.JPG" t$="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;July 26, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much Luke 16:10a NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is nearing when many families will begin coming to the beaches for their summer vacations. The beach will appear festive from the vivid colors of the umbrellas that take their place in the sand. Bright colored beach towels and plastic beach balls will also be a part of the landscape at the beach. It reminds me of travelling to the Outer Banks when we were children for our week of vacation each year. There was such anticipation and excitement that surrounded that time. We learned to find enjoyment in every day. It was a good lesson to learn at a young age. We cherished the sunny days and played hard in the surf and sand. On the rainy days, we caught rainwater with our newly purchased pails and shovels and built sandcastles, under our cottage, held high on stilts. When we had too much sun on our tender skin, the family would take a day trip in the car to see the sights. At night there were card games, skating at the roller rink or family tournaments of putt-putt. No time was wasted, yet we returned home from vacation very rested and content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking what we had and making the most of it, is a philosophy that has stayed with me through the years. I have observed some people that have very little, yet they live so rich. They use their talents and skills to create a contented, charming lifestyle and God seems to bless them with more. And then there are those folks that seem to have everything, yet they are disgruntled and greedy for more. I think God would have us enjoy each and every day that He gives us. There are hidden treasures in each day and it is our job to find them. Making the most of what we are given is showing our grateful appreciation to God for the many gifts and opportunities He has given us, and continues to give us daily. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy. Psalm 126:3 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-7176878649479695110?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7176878649479695110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/07/vacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7176878649479695110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7176878649479695110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zkA8ThzjI1Y/Ti9rF6sbMSI/AAAAAAAANRI/o9KuAXUkxUI/s72-c/IMG_2262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-7124199845117650278</id><published>2011-07-21T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T08:19:00.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the View</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SusyKuOrM9U/TihCsdmm1hI/AAAAAAAANQI/vytrxIG4OYI/s1600/IMG_2300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SusyKuOrM9U/TihCsdmm1hI/AAAAAAAANQI/vytrxIG4OYI/s400/IMG_2300.JPG" t$="true" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Enjoy the View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;July 21, 2011&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come and see what God has done, his awesome deeds for mankind! -Psalm 66:5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful it was recently to visit the newly constructed Jennette’s Pier. Seems to me it is simply a work of art and beauty. I believe they thought of everything to make the experience enjoyable, fun and comfortable. My Mother and I found the second floor covered balcony overlooking the ocean and enjoyed a morning of sightseeing and never had to leave our chairs. We saw the length of the pier looking mighty and strong. Families taking strolls to the end of the pier were mingling with the hardy fishermen lugging coolers, tackle and bait. Off to each side on the beach were a sea of colorful umbrellas set up in the sand with families gathered in the shade to keep cool. From our vantage point, we could look towards the sound and see it in the distance. Imagine that, looking at the sea and sound in one glance! And then a magical moment came when seven or eight beautiful pelicans, forming a straight line flew at eye level past us. They were within arms reach. I fumbled with my camera to try to get the up close shot but gave up and enjoyed the view instead. I almost missed it all trying to capture it forever with my lens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visit to the pier was a reminder of all things I love and all of it is a gift from God. The warmth of the sun; the smell of salt air and the occasional ocean breeze that offers refreshment. The sound of the waves, one after the other as they build and crash to the shore. I know I am at the beach when I hear the noise that the seagulls make and see the perfection of a pelican glide in and out of the water. And then the surprise and delight when we see a dolphin in the distant ocean that surfaces every now and then. God gives us gifts everyday. There is beauty in everything, but it is up to us to find it. Even if we are busy with many projects and seem not to have any time for ourselves, the view is still there. What will God give you to look at today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-7124199845117650278?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7124199845117650278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/07/enjoy-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7124199845117650278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7124199845117650278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/07/enjoy-view.html' title='Enjoy the View'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SusyKuOrM9U/TihCsdmm1hI/AAAAAAAANQI/vytrxIG4OYI/s72-c/IMG_2300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-4572994217591040589</id><published>2011-07-09T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T12:17:37.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ByTCePEemdM/ThipMsMb6JI/AAAAAAAANQE/NMgqQkDHlyU/s1600/125image1-The+Boat+Ride.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ByTCePEemdM/ThipMsMb6JI/AAAAAAAANQE/NMgqQkDHlyU/s320/125image1-The+Boat+Ride.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Holding On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 09, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holding on to faith and a good conscience, which some have rejected and so have suffered shipwreck with regard to the faith. -1 Timothy 1:19 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the Fourth of July weekend, our son in law took us out on the boat for a wonderful day of family fun. When we drifted about and enjoyed the scenery, it was lovely and so relaxing. But when we were cruising, we had to endure other boats and their wakes, and some choppy waves now and then. “Hold on” was the warning given to us to brace ourselves. Not being a seasoned boater, I will admit to being wide-eyed a few times, but I was deemed sea-worthy at the end of the day and invited to go out again. (Okay, so I do admit that I was holding on to that boat for dear life at times and shouted up a prayer or two as needed and will probably do the same again the next time I get invited!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we go about our daily life, the chores, work and play and we aren’t holding on to anything that anchors us? I wouldn’t consider boating without a GPS and charts so why would we jump out in the fast lane of life without being prepared? We can all walk out the door each day with a holy hedge of protection around each of us if we just ask in prayer. Holding on to God is all we need to weather life’s storms, turbulence, high waves and more. He is our anchor at all times, not just in times of trouble or need. Holding on doesn’t mean we are immune from things happening to us or around us, but how much worse it could be if we didn’t have His Hand to hold on to. For those that keep God first, in all ways, in all things, then they must be assured that God has protection over them. Holding on to God everyday in everyway will keep us sheltered under Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-4572994217591040589?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4572994217591040589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/07/holding-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4572994217591040589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4572994217591040589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/07/holding-on.html' title='Holding On'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ByTCePEemdM/ThipMsMb6JI/AAAAAAAANQE/NMgqQkDHlyU/s72-c/125image1-The+Boat+Ride.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-2479727570686960835</id><published>2011-07-06T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:19:25.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HM3LsYQ7B6A/ThSm2rERfeI/AAAAAAAANPg/wFWHaolPVms/s1600/43image1-The+Beach.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HM3LsYQ7B6A/ThSm2rERfeI/AAAAAAAANPg/wFWHaolPVms/s320/43image1-The+Beach.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 06, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; call on you, my God, for you will answer me; turn your ear to me and hear my prayer.-Psalm 17:6 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoy the beach, fishing or boating it is essential to check the tide charts to see when the high and low tides are. Low tide exposes shells on the beach but it makes it difficult for boaters to navigate if the water is already shallow. Moving water from the incoming or outgoing tide can affect the days catch according to avid fishermen who surf cast or pier fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tides change twice daily and that is one of the reasons the beach can look differently at the shoreline from day to day. Many times we have ups and down like a tide. Our emotions can run high and our energy runs low. Problems feel as though they are engulfing us, wave after wave and we are in a battle to stay on high ground. There is a spiritual solution to our problems. The tide of the battle changes with prayer. I can’t remember how many times things seem hopeless but when I started to pray, I could begin to see my prayers making a difference. In big things and little things. Many times, especially in my inner circle, I will hear of the difficulties and despair of family and friends. Yet when I ask if they have prayed, the answer is mostly no. Prayers at any time don’t have to be elaborate or be said with fancy words. Instead, God knows our heart and knows what we need before we ask in prayer. Simple prayers said with simple faith using simple words are all that is needed to start the tide of the battle changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-2479727570686960835?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2479727570686960835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/07/tide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2479727570686960835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2479727570686960835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/07/tide.html' title='Tide'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HM3LsYQ7B6A/ThSm2rERfeI/AAAAAAAANPg/wFWHaolPVms/s72-c/43image1-The+Beach.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-155224056187024058</id><published>2011-06-30T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T06:47:50.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The American Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gf7-Gmn3gm4/Tgx-dkszfEI/AAAAAAAANOU/6epUaaXRQM8/s1600/92image1-Memorial+Day.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gf7-Gmn3gm4/Tgx-dkszfEI/AAAAAAAANOU/6epUaaXRQM8/s1600/92image1-Memorial+Day.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The American Flag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 30, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. -1 Corinthians 13:4 NIV &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Fourth of July, I will hang my American flag on the front of my home as I do each year. But this year, it seems to symbolize more to me that it ever has before. Love. Love of country and love of our servicemen for their sacrifice. What is love? One dictionary describes love as “to hold someone dear, to cherish them, to feel affection.” My favorite definition is “the unselfish concern that freely accepts another in loyalty and seeks his good.” There are many different kinds of love. There is fatherly love, motherly love, sisterly love, brotherly love, puppy love, romantic love, and so much more. But this is not a lesson in defining love, but instead, a reminder to strive for love, to show love, to give love, receive love and enjoy love. Everyone needs love to live. It is life to the body and the spirit, both physically and emotionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we think that we should give more love to those around us, yet don’t know where to start, we could begin with God. He loves us always. We can have faith that He will fill us with love overflowing! Our hope is in Him, because when we feel alone and there is no one else for us, His love for us never waivers. It is hard to give something to someone if we don’t have it to give. But, if we enter into a new or a renewed relationship with God, we can feel and absorb His love so that you we can pass it on. If we have a hardened heart from the past, we can ask for forgiveness and He will oblige. 1 John 4:16 tells us, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him. To love, is to obey God and his commands. “Let those love now who never loved before; Let those who always loved, now love the more”-Thomas Parnell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-155224056187024058?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/155224056187024058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/06/american-flag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/155224056187024058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/155224056187024058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/06/american-flag.html' title='The American Flag'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gf7-Gmn3gm4/Tgx-dkszfEI/AAAAAAAANOU/6epUaaXRQM8/s72-c/92image1-Memorial+Day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-8816785407690338638</id><published>2011-06-23T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T05:56:58.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oARZhpcdN20/TgM4BWsMb_I/AAAAAAAANNc/9muCNYR6IMc/s1600/HPIM1812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oARZhpcdN20/TgM4BWsMb_I/AAAAAAAANNc/9muCNYR6IMc/s320/HPIM1812.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Walking in Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 23, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consequently, faith comes from hearing the message, and the message is heard through the word of Christ. –Romans 10:1 NIV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning walks whether they are on the beach on in a neighborhood can be very special. But of course, walking the beach when possible is my favorite of all. Often I found myself talking out loud to God, as though He is walking along side of me. The warmth of the sun chases away the light chill of the morning. Pocketing a few specially selected shells for the windowsill back home makes the day memorable. Best of all, are the deep breaths from walking vigorously on the sand with lungs full of salt air. I believe all these things combined, make the start of a perfect day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many “walks” in life…some physical, like walking a beach or exercising. But the one we will talk about today is the spiritual walk. Our relationship with God is our most important “walk”. We are given a choice of whether or not we choose to follow Him and His Word. Assuming we choose to walk with Him, He begins to take us down different paths and roads to teach and strengthen us. Some roads are bumpy with turmoil and tribulations and other times, we seem to glide by effortlessly. Those challenges we come up against build us up and invariably we come away having learned a new lesson. I have learned over and over these past few months that we cannot have faith and live in fear at the same time. One cancels out the other. It is very subtle how fear seems to become a stronghold in our life over small things and before you know it, we become afraid or worried and anxious about everything. Fear is a dark spirit that comes upon us when we think “what if” thoughts and fear thoughts. If we allow ourselves to remain anxious or continue to worry, the end result is living a life consumed with fear. It comes on us so quietly that we often don’t know it has happened until our entire mindset becomes based on fear. Each time I have allowed my mind to walk down the road of fear, I realized later that it was for naught. Everything worked out, but the toll of carrying worry and anxiety in my body caused my heart to beat faster, headaches to come upon me and my sleep to be interrupted. Some fears are normal, but most are not. God says that we are to trust Him. He is our Protector and Provider. He is always the Answer. Whatever fears we may be carrying today can be surrendered to God in exchange for faith. Faith comes by hearing the Word. Reading scripture that comforts and guides us into a deeper walk with God automatically diminishes our natural tendency to live in fear to free us for a life of faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-8816785407690338638?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8816785407690338638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/06/walking-in-faith.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8816785407690338638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8816785407690338638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/06/walking-in-faith.html' title='Walking in Faith'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oARZhpcdN20/TgM4BWsMb_I/AAAAAAAANNc/9muCNYR6IMc/s72-c/HPIM1812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-4803547036693377904</id><published>2011-06-15T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:37:05.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnIblSVogNU/TfkXrGO2bqI/AAAAAAAANL4/Iopr8bAzoN4/s1600/IMG_1909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnIblSVogNU/TfkXrGO2bqI/AAAAAAAANL4/Iopr8bAzoN4/s400/IMG_1909.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 15, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you. –Exodus 20:12 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father should be the foundation of the family on which the mother and children stand secure. That is the ideal family. But it isn’t always the case. In the last 45 years, it is reported that the United States has become the world leader in fatherless families. Single mothers do the best they can to be mother and father to their children. And grandparents stepping in and other role models to provide a father figure like coaches and teachers. Churches today recognize the need to help and provide support to families and therefore youth groups are becoming vital as a source of values and fellowship with guidance to the children. Anyone who helps to shape a child’s life in a positive way enforcing love and values is an angel on earth and we should thank them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my father again this year. Now in heaven, or as he referred to it as "the sunny side", it seems just yesterday that I was buying that plaid short sleeve shirt and sweet card to hand deliver. I miss the smell of his after shave and the scent of his shaving cream. He laughed easily, had strong opinions and loved generously. I was blessed to have my dad for my friend. Today, at this time in my life, I have a heart full of memories to fall back on and for that I am glad. He always puts us ahead of himself. He saw to it that we took vacations, Sunday drives, ate lots of ice cream, went to ball games and he lovingly sat in the living room chair as I stumbled through my impromptu weekly piano recital, playing just for him. He loved roses and I was so proud when I painted one of his roses for my mother this past year to hang on her wall to last forever. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever.” ~Author Unknown &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is fleeting. It is going by at record speed. If you have your father, don’t let a moment go by without picking up the phone or stopping by. If you are not reconciled with your father, make peace. You will be glad you did. It doesn’t matter who is at fault. Love covers over all offenses. Love conquers all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a father, count your blessings and know that God has blessed you with this most important job for the rest of your life. Be the best at it. Don’t forget to make memories because of people like me, that is all that we have now from that most important relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all of us, never forget that our Heavenly Father is always there. We can talk to Him. Cry to Him. Rejoice and celebrate our triumphs with Him. He guides us everyday. In little ways and big ways. He is often obvious in our life and other times His voice and suggestion is very subtle…but He is always there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this Father’s Day, may God bless all our fathers and father figures, past, present and future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-4803547036693377904?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4803547036693377904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/06/father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4803547036693377904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4803547036693377904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/06/father.html' title='A Father'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnIblSVogNU/TfkXrGO2bqI/AAAAAAAANL4/Iopr8bAzoN4/s72-c/IMG_1909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-95414963785553255</id><published>2011-06-08T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T07:44:48.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5gm12pJCLc/Te-KXRNP08I/AAAAAAAANLY/6-jpiDT-TSI/s1600/HPIM2693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5gm12pJCLc/Te-KXRNP08I/AAAAAAAANLY/6-jpiDT-TSI/s320/HPIM2693.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Being Guided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 08, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the wise listen and add to their learning, and let the discerning get guidance—Proverbs 1:5 NIV &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Outer Banks offers so much to do and many times, tourists aren’t sure which way to turn. Fortunately the “locals” are a wealth of information and are always willing to share to make the vacationers visit special. When we travel we always ask where the “locals” dine and for directions to those special places that are off the beaten path. We will take any advice that we can get from anyone “in the know”. Being guided by people who know more than we do is a blessing. We would never set out in a boat without charts, or hike without a compass or travel somewhere without a map to guide us. That’s why it is important to seek information, wisdom and knowledge which give us the tools to stay the course on our journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual guidance is a blessing, too. When we allow ourselves to be guided by God, it is amazing the places He will take us. Sometimes we think we know all we need to know and on our own will we set out to do things, move, change jobs, make things happen. Many times it will work out and sometimes it won’t. But I can tell you from experience, when we surrender our will to God and allow Him free rein in our life, mighty things happen. Part of surrendering is to let go of worry and fret too. It is counterproductive to “give it all to God” and then take it back again with anxious thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know too that with each new day we have to make the decision about what will guide our lives or will we allow ourselves to be guided. Make no mistake, there will be days, weeks, maybe months when absolutely nothing happens. I know because that has happened to me and I think God is off on assignment tending to other people and just hasn’t gotten to me and my life just yet. But that isn’t true even though it feels like it at times. Keeping faith strong in these quiet times when we aren’t hearing anything is vital. In our “I want it now” world, it is easy to get impatient with God’s Timing. But this I know. When we think nothing is happening, God is actually lining up things behind the scenes for us. And then one day, the blessings pour down on us and we are flooded with opportunity, blessings and more. The phone will ring and the news is what we have been waiting for. We may have a divine appointment to meet that “right” person of influence that will help us to make our dreams a reality. He guides us in many ways. But what is important is to stay with God during the drought. He has not forgotten us or forsaken us. We haven’t done anything wrong. The drought builds our faith and when God is ready, He guides us higher. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord. –Psalm 27:14 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-95414963785553255?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/95414963785553255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/06/being-guided-reflections-by-sea-betsy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/95414963785553255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/95414963785553255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/06/being-guided-reflections-by-sea-betsy.html' title=''/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5gm12pJCLc/Te-KXRNP08I/AAAAAAAANLY/6-jpiDT-TSI/s72-c/HPIM2693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-2618946113757201236</id><published>2011-05-31T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:15:17.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvBZ2ZoZ_jM/TeWf5RcXrbI/AAAAAAAANLQ/Hj_dozINZiE/s1600/HPIM7771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvBZ2ZoZ_jM/TeWf5RcXrbI/AAAAAAAANLQ/Hj_dozINZiE/s320/HPIM7771.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;June&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 31, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord replied, “My Presence will go with you and I will give you rest”.–Exodus 33:14 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of June has come quickly this year. It’s been a favorite month of many for a lot of reasons. The children love it because it signals the end of school and the beginning of summer. Families pack up for vacations that they have saved all year for. Neighbors gather together for fireworks and a backyard hot dog. Picnics, grilling out and paper plates become the norm. Watermelons are sliced and shared outdoors. A good time has been had by the younger set evidenced by kool-aid stains on t-shirts in colors of cherry, orange and lime. Band-aids cover the scraped knees from bicycle mishaps. Fathers labor over their lawns in a battle against the weeds and Moms brace for whatever the summer brings knowing she must be adaptable. Summer becomes a chance to enjoy family, slack up a little and enjoy the tastes and joys of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all of our busyness, I think God would have us not forget Him. A small child was asked what did he pray for that day and he replied, “nothing, I didn’t need anything”. We seem to have a tendency to only go to God with our requests when we are in crisis or have a real need. When things are going great for us, He can be easily pushed aside. As summer begins, we should invite God to be present in all we do, plan and enjoy. God is more important than ever as we pray protection over our loved ones that are on the go this summer season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-2618946113757201236?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2618946113757201236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2618946113757201236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2618946113757201236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvBZ2ZoZ_jM/TeWf5RcXrbI/AAAAAAAANLQ/Hj_dozINZiE/s72-c/HPIM7771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-5695441206545544749</id><published>2011-05-26T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T08:04:53.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BPdou5VWNJ4/Td5r9Os48II/AAAAAAAANKY/NDKjTAzFjb4/s1600/patrioticwindsock.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BPdou5VWNJ4/Td5r9Os48II/AAAAAAAANKY/NDKjTAzFjb4/s320/patrioticwindsock.gif" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memorial Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;br /&gt;May 26, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may rejoice in you. -Psalm 5:11 NIV &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not always known as “Memorial Day”. The day where we remember and honor those who have lost their lives while serving our country. It was originally called “Decoration Day”. This commemoration dates back as far as 1868 when flowers were placed on graves at Arlington National Cemetery of soldiers who died in service. Soon after, it caught on, state by state. Since the 1950’s, American flags have been placed on more than 260,000 gravestones at Arlington National Cemetery on the Thursday prior to Memorial Day each year. Just a few years ago, the Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts began placing a single candle on over 15,000 gravesites in northern Virginia on the Thursday prior to Memorial Day. The tributes continue annually to show honor and respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the traditions of the past are more forgotten than remembered. Memorial Day has often signified outdoor parties, picnics, three- day weekends, the unofficial start to summer, and maybe the first dip in the swimming pool. But as we grow older, the significance of the sacrifice made by the fallen soldiers presses on our hearts. They are heroes. Many of the people serving the armed forces today are very young. Some may not even have a personal relationship with Our Father. Imagine being away from the comfort of family and familiar surroundings, living with war and not knowing God. As Christians, I believe that God is calling us to pray for the protection of these brave servicemen and women, both at home and abroad. In all of the celebrations and fun that a Memorial Day weekend suggests, perhaps we can take time to go to God in prayer to ask His blessings on families that have lost loved ones and to cover His Holy Armor on those brave people that are currently serving us. If we all prayed a prayer for peace, and each prayer was a light, together we could illuminate the heavens with our petitions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-5695441206545544749?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5695441206545544749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorial-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5695441206545544749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5695441206545544749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BPdou5VWNJ4/Td5r9Os48II/AAAAAAAANKY/NDKjTAzFjb4/s72-c/patrioticwindsock.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-1352909791254931861</id><published>2011-05-18T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:04:12.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-veDXGq9eJ4Q/TdSIl8NV3ZI/AAAAAAAANKA/P2s19Fak2FM/s1600/HPIM2673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-veDXGq9eJ4Q/TdSIl8NV3ZI/AAAAAAAANKA/P2s19Fak2FM/s400/HPIM2673.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking Steps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 18, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps. -Proverbs 16:9 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside each of us are our dreams, hopes, desires and wishes. I love talking to little children about their dreams. They are so enthusiastic when they share their thoughts. There is a fresh innocence to their words that tumble so freely from their hearts. This time of year, the high school seniors are preparing for graduation as a new path unfolds in front of them. Many decisions await them about how to pursue their dreams and what steps to take. Graduating college students are ready to put their education to use as they seek their place in the world. But dreams aren’t just for the young. Changing careers, lifestyles or even moving from one place to another are all part of the process of redesigning ones’ life. But whatever it is that we feel we are “called” to do or pursue, we must always check with God first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really His Plan for us that we should be following rather than going out on our own. I know this for sure. If we are operating within His Plan, His Umbrella of Protection, then we are on the right path. We may stumble and fall, we may even fail, but it is with the knowledge that sometimes God takes us down certain roads to build up our faith, to humble or to strengthen us before we can go further. He is constantly encouraging and teaching us through the daily experiences we encounter. But, what if nothing is happening? Maybe we don’t know if we are in God’s Plan or not. In fact, we may have put our dreams on hold for so long, we have given up. That is when we take those first steps. Martin Luther King, Jr. is quoted as saying, “Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.” It is important to follow up our hopes and dreams with action. We can trust God to open the doors for us if we are obedient and walking a godly path. He will surely close doors for us and redirect us if we get off course. It is as if He is taking us by the hand. We just have to trust Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-1352909791254931861?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1352909791254931861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/taking-steps-reflections-by-sea-betsy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1352909791254931861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1352909791254931861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/taking-steps-reflections-by-sea-betsy.html' title=''/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-veDXGq9eJ4Q/TdSIl8NV3ZI/AAAAAAAANKA/P2s19Fak2FM/s72-c/HPIM2673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-7000405778929725125</id><published>2011-05-11T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:31:22.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfEliho1Xbo/TctdnCJ4r7I/AAAAAAAANJ4/WmpF6qsAicM/s1600/95image1-Father%2527s+Day.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfEliho1Xbo/TctdnCJ4r7I/AAAAAAAANJ4/WmpF6qsAicM/s320/95image1-Father%2527s+Day.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 11, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. –Psalm 118:24 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than once, I have found myself leaning against a sand fence and thoughtfully staring at the ocean into the distance. I wonder if there was someone on the other side staring back at me with a heart full of hopes and dreams, too! It is a great past time to wonder what lies beyond what our natural eye can see. At times I wish I could see supernaturally for what is coming next week, next month or next year. But, God knows best when He limits our vision to the “here and now”. When I was a child, my friends and I wished our life away, as though we were in an anxious race to mark time quickly, so we can become adults. Only to become adults, and long for the carefree days of our youth again! How foolish we were! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible teaches us to not worry or have fear about His Provision. We aren’t to worry about tomorrow, just live in today. Worry can’t accomplish anything. In fact, worry is actually a sin. It cancels out our prayers. We are to trust God for His blessings and favor. It is a blessing to just being able to live and enjoy each day in contentment without fear or anxiety. He provides for us in all ways, each day. God brought this message to me another way this week. As I was going about the house, I was humming a hymn. Finally I paid attention to the song He put in my heart. It was “Great Is Thy Faitfulness”. The refrain says it all: Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness! Morning by morning new mercies I see. All I have needed Thy hand hath provided; Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-7000405778929725125?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7000405778929725125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7000405778929725125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7000405778929725125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfEliho1Xbo/TctdnCJ4r7I/AAAAAAAANJ4/WmpF6qsAicM/s72-c/95image1-Father%2527s+Day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-2090458743922453539</id><published>2011-05-04T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T18:46:55.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e57bYDxVfrM/TcIBfC884rI/AAAAAAAANH4/DkImOeLOhzo/s1600/202image1-Hammock.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="335" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e57bYDxVfrM/TcIBfC884rI/AAAAAAAANH4/DkImOeLOhzo/s400/202image1-Hammock.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 04, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My soul finds rest in God alone; My salvation comes from him. -Psalm 62:1 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year we rented a charming antique-filled cottage on the sound and it had two hammocks. That was great except there were four of us! The hammocks were situated on the front corners of the old style house secured by sturdy hooks on the ceiling of the covered porch. We each took turns “nesting” in our favorite hammock, complete with a pillow and even an old quilt to wrap up in at night while stargazing. It was great fun to see if two of us could comfortably fit in one of the hammocks together, but it was even more fun trying to get out of it without being spilled onto the floor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is more peaceful than a hammock? The inventor’s of the hammock, the Spaniards, originally wove threads together from the Hammok tree dating as far back as the 1600’s. What originated as a tropical invention has now swept across all boundaries and cultures as a useful, functional piece of furniture, inside and out. The gentle swaying motion of the hammock can be hypnotic. Being cradled in one is the ultimate in rest and relaxation. The troubles and cares of the world instantly disappear and for that moment or two, we are lost in our own deep world of solitude and peace. The hammock is accommodating of any age or any sized person. The way it molds into the shape of the individual makes it a customized fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fitting that on Mother’s Day we talk of solitude and peace. It is something that many Mother’s don’t get enough of. But whether we are Mother’s or not, we each know our limits and we instinctively know when to withdraw long enough to recharge our batteries. Luke 5:16 says that “Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed”. When we long for the lazy days of summer in a hammock, that is our cue to find a quiet place and commune with Him. God can meet us anywhere, even in a hammock. He will restore, renew and revitalize our spirits if we make the time to find rest in Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-2090458743922453539?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2090458743922453539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/reflections-by-sea-betsy-ore-glass-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2090458743922453539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2090458743922453539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/05/reflections-by-sea-betsy-ore-glass-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e57bYDxVfrM/TcIBfC884rI/AAAAAAAANH4/DkImOeLOhzo/s72-c/202image1-Hammock.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-1618827556590972341</id><published>2011-04-26T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T18:35:11.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Higher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSqnLZpE_Fk/TbdytXhiXvI/AAAAAAAAM-w/x1-Fj0t8kxA/s1600/IMG_2151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSqnLZpE_Fk/TbdytXhiXvI/AAAAAAAAM-w/x1-Fj0t8kxA/s400/IMG_2151.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going Higher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 26, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts. -Isaiah 55:9 NIV &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall never forget the day I went up in a hot air balloon. It was magical, serene and quiet. Yes, quiet! I thought we would hear the gusts and roar of the strong winds that were moving us along but we did not. And to my surprise, the birds don’t fly that high either. So it was as though we could hear a pin drop. It felt like we were climbing towards heaven going higher and higher. We could see cars driving along the highways below, many homes, shopping centers, lots of landscape and the ocean. But it was as though the mute button was on. To be high up could be a lonely place I realized, but also a place of great peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to go higher? The Lord said His ways and thoughts are higher than ours. But He picks us up and lovingly encourages us to take steps toward purity and righteousness if we are willing. Everyday some of us step up on ladders, drive across tall bridges, visits monuments and climb to the top of sand dunes. But to walk in God’s ways, to go higher is to spiritually live as close to Him as we can. To be in a constant relationship with Him. That’s how we can be taught by making time to listen and learn. Emotionally to go higher means to not get caught up in strife and to deflect negativity that comes at us by living above all the arguments, disagreements and colliding opinions in our everyday life. Physically to go higher means to possess divine wisdom to know when to speak and when not to speak. In other words, to pick and choose ones’ battles and certainly not get involved in conflicts that don’t involve us. If we find ourselves getting caught up or side-tracked in the unimportant minutiae of life, wallowing in judgment of others, we will sink in negativity and we will attract more of it to us like a magnet. We have to be willing to go higher in our thoughts and attitudes so that our emotions don’t pull us back down. God calls us to go higher with Him. Like a hot air balloon, it is a great mental picture of where we should hope to be…high up where the air is clear, quiet and peaceful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-1618827556590972341?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1618827556590972341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/04/going-higher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1618827556590972341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1618827556590972341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/04/going-higher.html' title='Going Higher'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pSqnLZpE_Fk/TbdytXhiXvI/AAAAAAAAM-w/x1-Fj0t8kxA/s72-c/IMG_2151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-5279196378881698790</id><published>2011-04-23T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T16:32:16.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleased to announce.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special announcement today......am blessed to have 12 oil paintings hanging at Yellowhouse Gallery in Nags Head. The art is Outer Banks related. If you get the chance please stop in to see owners, Eve and Pete Turek and visit their gallery. Located at the Beach Road at MP 11. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yellowhousegallery.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.yellowhousegallery.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; My work will be posted online on their site&amp;nbsp;soon. Thanks for letting me brag for a moment...now back to my easel&amp;nbsp; -BG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-5279196378881698790?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5279196378881698790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/04/pleased-to-announce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5279196378881698790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5279196378881698790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/04/pleased-to-announce.html' title='Pleased to announce.......'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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-5978715247179779915.post-7375107494471850436</id><published>2011-04-20T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T17:57:27.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2oOB7zP1Dc/Ta-AyTL11TI/AAAAAAAAM9A/wpXKZjEpfvQ/s1600/HPIM3487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2oOB7zP1Dc/Ta-AyTL11TI/AAAAAAAAM9A/wpXKZjEpfvQ/s400/HPIM3487.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dogwood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 20, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praise be to the God and Father of Our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, -1 Peter 1:3 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year the dogwoods of eastern North Carolina should be completely flowering by Easter Sunday. The dogwood has a legend surrounding it and it is spiritual in nature. As the story goes, it was a dogwood tree that Jesus was crucified on. God said from that day forward, a dogwood tree would never grow large enough for it to be used ever again as a cross. Today, dogwoods both old and newly planted won’t exceed over about one story in height. The legend continues by suggesting that the four petals of the dogwood flower makes the shape of a cross. The crown of thorns is symbolized by the center of the flower and the red fruit represents the blood of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter is more than egg hunts and chocolate bunnies. It represents the greatest gift of love and sacrifice that we could ever receive. God sent his Son, Jesus, to save us and by Jesus’ crucifixion and resurrection, we have the promise of eternal life as believers. God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son, that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 NIV The sun rising on Easter morning should be a joyous reminder marking the occasion in celebration of God’s love. We must also deeply appreciate Jesus’ gift, the sacrifice of his life so that we may have eternal life. It is a day to praise and rejoice that we are loved as God’s precious children. So much has been given and promised to us. Perhaps Easter is a time to rededicate our lives to Him and his work. These last few weeks we have talked of renewal, spring and new beginnings. Acquiring a renewed Christian attitude can begin with a sense of gratitude when we allow ourselves to take time to experience Easter and its true meaning. Consider sharing the “Legend of the Dogwood” with someone this week. It could be the beginning of helping someone find their faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-7375107494471850436?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7375107494471850436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/04/dogwood-reflections-by-sea-betsy-ore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7375107494471850436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7375107494471850436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/04/dogwood-reflections-by-sea-betsy-ore.html' title=''/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2oOB7zP1Dc/Ta-AyTL11TI/AAAAAAAAM9A/wpXKZjEpfvQ/s72-c/HPIM3487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-2350467460337984015</id><published>2011-04-13T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:45:41.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly</title><content type='html'>﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1012121960"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0QaYJ5umGw/TaZWWGpE7mI/AAAAAAAAM88/_Pgndf94Qqk/s400/Black+Swallowtail+Butterfly.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elizabethbrownphotography.com/insects/e3474d928"&gt;Photo courtesy Liz Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elizabethbrownphotography.com/insects/e3474d928"&gt;All rights reserved. Copyrighted.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elizabethbrownphotography.com/insects/e3474d928"&gt;www.ElizabethBrownPhotography.com  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Butterfly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 13, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come. buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk, without money and without cost. Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy? Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good, and your soul will delight in the richest of fare. Give ear and come to me; hear me, that your soul may live. Isaiah 55: 1-3 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their small bodies and large wings don’t just occur overnight. There is quite a journey that the beautiful butterfly must go through before it emerges as the winged creature that we love to adore. This journey is a metamorphosis. The life cycle from lowly caterpillar to delicate butterfly takes time and great effort to reach its final stage. Once mature, the butterfly feeds on nectar from flowers and flutters about in search of a mate. We can thank the butterfly for its contribution towards playing a key role as a pollinator in our gardens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christian life is a journey, too. We begin to give up our old ways and turn over a new leaf as we learn about values and ways of living that are pleasing to God. It takes time to read the stories in the Bible and it takes more time to memorize scripture. There is no shortcut. No crash course. It requires daily effort from us to keep on the journey. We have to do our part. Just going to church on Sunday is not enough. Hopefully we are taking time each day for praise and thanksgiving, along with our prayers and then some time to listen. Many answers to our prayers are found in the Bible. We can get so much out of it if we just take a few minutes a day to read. The book of Psalms is a great place to begin or if you are seeking wisdom, Proverbs offers great advice. Perhaps you want to start with the four Gospels in the New Testament. It doesn’t matter where you begin, but that you begin. Where are we in our metamorphis as a Christian? A good question to ask ourselves. Drinking from the water of the Bible will fill us to overflowing with all good things from God. Then we can be like the butterfly and go from here to there, sharing what God has taught us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-2350467460337984015?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2350467460337984015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/04/butterfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2350467460337984015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2350467460337984015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/04/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0QaYJ5umGw/TaZWWGpE7mI/AAAAAAAAM88/_Pgndf94Qqk/s72-c/Black+Swallowtail+Butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-8567702062459246682</id><published>2011-04-06T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:59:26.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ja8dbXTFhKE/TZ0oeLA8f0I/AAAAAAAAM7I/JQ_oSSTaHog/s1600/HPIM3922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ja8dbXTFhKE/TZ0oeLA8f0I/AAAAAAAAM7I/JQ_oSSTaHog/s400/HPIM3922.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 06, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should not be surprised at my saying, ‘You must be born again’. The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit. John 3:7-8 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love an ocean breeze. When the wind blows through an open window at the beach it brings with it peace and tranquility…it’s freshness and fragrance filling the air. Older generations claim that a strong wind blowing salt air off the ocean is the best sleep elixir there is. Sometimes the seasons change so dramatically that in our home we go from heat to air- conditioning. But more times than not, it is a joy to throw open the windows on the first warm day of spring to cleanse and refresh after being closed up during winter. I visualize that the breeze is chasing out the germs and pollutants that have taken up residence with us during the cold months. It takes out the old and brings in the new. A renewal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus left this earth in his fleshly body, he left behind the Holy Spirit to live in each of us. We can call on him to bring about change in our lives, to strengthen our faith and to sustain us in difficult times. The Holy Spirit is sometimes called the Comforter. When doubt and fear or anything else that is not of God needs to be chased out of our lives, we can call on the Holy Spirit to do the job. By cleansing and refreshing us, we are more able to do God’s work. The work of the Holy Spirit can give us a change of heart, attitude and mind. Envision that the Holy Spirit is immersing us daily with love in the same way that a salty ocean breeze refreshes us on a windy day by the shore. Just receive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-8567702062459246682?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8567702062459246682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/04/wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8567702062459246682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8567702062459246682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/04/wind.html' title='Wind'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ja8dbXTFhKE/TZ0oeLA8f0I/AAAAAAAAM7I/JQ_oSSTaHog/s72-c/HPIM3922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-5052330688020541799</id><published>2011-03-30T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T06:34:22.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9RON3Od4c70/TZMxQY3DgyI/AAAAAAAAM7E/JyUkjqnMlzw/s1600/HPIM1284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9RON3Od4c70/TZMxQY3DgyI/AAAAAAAAM7E/JyUkjqnMlzw/s400/HPIM1284.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 30, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths; guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long. –Psalm 25:4-5 NIV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the little child that resides in each of us. In our pockets we tuck away our special hopes and dreams. Some we may share with others and some we may keep to ourselves. One definition for hope is to look forward with confidence or expectation and desire. To live a life that is full of hope improves our outlook. Having a childlike faith that carries hope in our hearts at any age is life-giving. God knows the desires of our heart as he probes our heart each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are taught to hope for the best in all situations. Easier said than done? Yes! Fear gets into the mix to steal our joy and our hope at times. But with God all things are possible. That can be easily forgotten when we run up against obstacles. Our hope sometimes fades away when we are told all the reasons something won’t happen or it won’t work as we had envisioned. Or we have waited a long time and nothing seems to be happening to make our wishes materialize. But never lose hope. Hope gives us something to live for, to look forward to. Hope gives sweetness to life. Sweet hope is stronger than the bitterness that creeps in. We can dream big and hope for much. The Believer aims to have a heart of hope rooted in faith at all times. Whatever hopes are the desires of your heart, be expectant. Today could be the day that your hopes bear fruit. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord. –Psalm 31:24 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-5052330688020541799?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5052330688020541799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/03/hope-reflections-by-sea-betsy-ore-glass.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5052330688020541799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5052330688020541799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/03/hope-reflections-by-sea-betsy-ore-glass.html' title=''/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9RON3Od4c70/TZMxQY3DgyI/AAAAAAAAM7E/JyUkjqnMlzw/s72-c/HPIM1284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-7681726738819020480</id><published>2011-03-23T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T18:44:09.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camellia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6AAgsV8A1jg/TYqh0x2_XHI/AAAAAAAAM3A/5bzUsIGTMBk/s1600/259image1-HPIM3365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6AAgsV8A1jg/TYqh0x2_XHI/AAAAAAAAM3A/5bzUsIGTMBk/s320/259image1-HPIM3365.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camellia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 23, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the morning, O Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait in expectation. Psalm 5:3 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blooming Camellia bush is a classy addition to any garden. Although the Koreans take credit for cultivating the first Camellia about 1200 BC, the Camellia journeyed through Japan and China before coming to America in the late 1700’s. By the 1800’s, plantation owners in the south began growing Camellias and were encouraged by their success. There are three major species with the Japonicas being the most recognized. Camellia’s blooming season is as early as October and goes through May. The Camellia doesn’t tolerate harsh weather or extreme temperatures, hot or cold. They like to live in the shadow of the pine trees that filter the light and offer shelter. It is well documented that Camellias are strong, hardy and grow to be quite old if cared for properly. We have enjoyed Camellia’s at Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter! Just a few blooms floating in a bowl of water looks so elegant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature rewards our patience with flowers. Consistent hard work, soil preparation, mulching, watering and disease control will usually yield beautiful blossoms of any plant or bush. There is a planning time, a growing time and a blooming time. Each plant is fairly predictable as to when it will erupt into flower buds with the anticipation of full blooms in the days to come. The timing of nature cannot be rushed. Timing is important in our spiritual life, too. We can ask God to take care of many things for us, but we would be smart to know that He does everything on His timetable and not ours. We can’t force Him to line up with our agenda, needs and wants. He sees the total picture and knows what is best for us. Trusting God for His perfect timing is letting God be God. We should continue to pray, wait and be patient for His answers. Easier said than done in this impatient world we exist in, but it will serve us better in the long run to wait on Him rather than to force or manipulate a situation for instant results. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord. Psalm 27:14 NIV &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-7681726738819020480?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7681726738819020480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/03/camellia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7681726738819020480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7681726738819020480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/03/camellia.html' title='Camellia'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6AAgsV8A1jg/TYqh0x2_XHI/AAAAAAAAM3A/5bzUsIGTMBk/s72-c/259image1-HPIM3365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-1344009896828767070</id><published>2011-03-15T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:18:23.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandbar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fE-Zeifcchg/TYAr2VFQLVI/AAAAAAAAM2c/5DfCJGz6kaY/s1600/The+Sea.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fE-Zeifcchg/TYAr2VFQLVI/AAAAAAAAM2c/5DfCJGz6kaY/s320/The+Sea.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sandbar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 15, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins. -Mark 11:24-25 NIV &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sandbar is a submerged or partly submerged ridge of sand that is formed along the shore by the action of the waves or currents. When storms come off of the ocean, sandbars actually act as a shock absorber for the powerful waves and currents. By consuming some of the power, then there is less damage to the shore. That’s one of the reasons when we have damaging storms, some areas fare well and others do not. The sandbar that we cannot see offshore has soaked up some of the waves’ strength. Some people that are looking at oceanfront property to purchase will consult nautical charts to see if offshore sandbars are present, offering added protection to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sandbars are great because they help block the oceans’ strength, when we go to God with our petitions, we don’t want anything to stand between us. But, unknowingly, that is exactly what can happen. How can we go to Him asking forgiveness of our sins when we won’t forgive someone of theirs? How can we expect mercy to be shown to us if we don’t show it to others? Like a sandbar, our unforgiveness can act as a ridge that prevents God’s blessings from getting to us. Matthew 7:2 tells us not to judge, or we too will be judged. For in the same way we judge others, we will be judged, and with the measure we use, it will be measured unto us. Many rifts in relationships begin this way in judgement and then before long, unforgiveness takes root and then bitterness follows. Matthew 6:14 plainly tells us that if we forgive men when they sin against us, our heavenly Father will also forgive us. But if we do not forgive men their sins, our Father will not forgive our sins. But, what if we don’t ‘feel’ like forgiving someone. We are still angry at them and rightfully so. We may have every right to our feelings. God would have us know that it doesn’t matter. He will take care of seeing that justice is served. That is not our job. His message is clear. We have to make the decision to forgive and God will do the rest. Our decision to forgive is what sets everything in motion. And don’t worry, He will supply us with all we need and the fullness of heart to begin to forgive. We should not let our unforgiveness towards anyone cost us our blessings, prosperity or healing. Pray this scripture so that we can see and feel in a new way. Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Psalm 51:10 NIV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-1344009896828767070?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1344009896828767070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/03/sandbar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1344009896828767070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1344009896828767070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/03/sandbar.html' title='Sandbar'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fE-Zeifcchg/TYAr2VFQLVI/AAAAAAAAM2c/5DfCJGz6kaY/s72-c/The+Sea.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-1042857981020018335</id><published>2011-03-09T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T18:40:22.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lXpLQI1_S48/TXg51B6a44I/AAAAAAAAM1o/bePtpRYH9xI/s1600/IMG_1645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lXpLQI1_S48/TXg51B6a44I/AAAAAAAAM1o/bePtpRYH9xI/s400/IMG_1645.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Influence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 09, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O send out Your light and Your truth, let them lead me; let them bring me to Your holy hill and to Your dwelling. –Psalm 43:3 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach has been such a part of my life since I was a child. It made sense that I would share my love of the beach with my own children. They were influenced by me and both of our children love everything to do with the beach today. I enjoy seeing parents taking their children to the beach for the first time or out on the pier with their first rod and reel. Little children want to emulate their parents. We don’t have to tell them what to do as much as we must show them by our actions and live a life that would make them want to follow. When our actions and words surround them, that is called “influence”. We each have the power to influence anyone. It is a mighty thing to know that something we can say or do could shape another person’s life, choices and decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using our influence in a subtle way is far better than actually telling someone what to do. To be told what to do can often be received as unsolicited advice, unappreciated wisdom, and just plain interference. To have success in this area, we must realize that our actions carry more weight than our words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are we using our influence in our everyday life? Who do we look up to? Who looks up to us? Everything that we say and do reflects our character which reflects our relationship with God. If we are using the gift of influence to guide others, we must pray that it is God’s Light and His Truth leading us to lead others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-1042857981020018335?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1042857981020018335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/03/influence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1042857981020018335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1042857981020018335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/03/influence.html' title='Influence'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lXpLQI1_S48/TXg51B6a44I/AAAAAAAAM1o/bePtpRYH9xI/s72-c/IMG_1645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-1915227775969145835</id><published>2011-03-02T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T18:46:46.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mrjfRL7SCXk/TW8A9jFhGII/AAAAAAAAM1k/M9z1MPJJODk/s1600/Daffodil+Reflections.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mrjfRL7SCXk/TW8A9jFhGII/AAAAAAAAM1k/M9z1MPJJODk/s400/Daffodil+Reflections.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daffodils&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 02, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So encourage each other and build each other up, just as you are already doing. -1 Thessalonians 5:11 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definition of encourage is to inspire with hope, courage, or confidence. Each year about this time when I see the daffodils begin to poke through the soil, I know that the season of spring is not far off. The anticipation of warmer weather and a new growing season wards off the winter chill. The seed catalogs are coming in the mail and many of us are mentally planning our gardens. I think of the daffodil and other early bulbs as encouragers. They are among the first to step out ahead of everything else that remains dormant. My spirit gets a lift when I see a daffodil or two. It gives me hope for new beginnings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we can be encouraged ourselves by things in nature, kind words from friends or praise, we are reminded that we are to encourage others too. Being patient with someone is a major encouragement to a person. It says we care and are willing to stand along side of them, as long as they need us to. Being joyful in all things and with each other is another way to encourage and be encouraged. It has been said that “each person has an ideal, a hope, a dream which represents the soul. We must give to it the warmth of love, the light of understanding and the essence of encouragement”. I believe that God would be so pleased if we took a moment to encourage someone who will cross our path today. Perhaps God will send someone to us today for that very purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-1915227775969145835?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1915227775969145835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/03/daffodils-reflections-by-sea-betsy-ore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1915227775969145835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1915227775969145835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/03/daffodils-reflections-by-sea-betsy-ore.html' title=''/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mrjfRL7SCXk/TW8A9jFhGII/AAAAAAAAM1k/M9z1MPJJODk/s72-c/Daffodil+Reflections.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-3855250399700592277</id><published>2011-02-23T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T06:53:28.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pelican</title><content type='html'>The Pelican &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6E-r6oP6hs4/TWUfVJWEM6I/AAAAAAAAM0c/bngj9a6npr4/s1600/IMG_0266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6E-r6oP6hs4/TWUfVJWEM6I/AAAAAAAAM0c/bngj9a6npr4/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Pelican&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea - Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;February 23, 2011&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have no fear of sudden disaster or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the Lord will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being snared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 3: 25-26 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pelican is most graceful in flight but can be a little awkward on land. They are magnificent birds to watch as they circle around in large numbers in search of food. Flying high above the water, plunge diving in the sea from heights of up to 60 to 70 feet, the impact is cushioned by the air sacs just beneath their skin. With their pouch located under the bill, they are capable of holding large amounts of fish and water for quite some time. It is known that the Pelican requires up to 4 pounds of fish a day. The Pelican was once thought to be a threat to commercial fisherman because of their fish consumption but that is no longer the case today. Their diet consists of mullet, minnows and menhaden and other unimportant fish to the commercial fishing industry. The Brown Pelican is the species that mostly inhabits the Atlantic Coast. They normally nest on the ground or in the tops of trees. At one time they were on the endangered species list but fortunately there is an abundance of Pelicans now. Wouldn’t you agree that their presence, beauty and uniqueness adds to the Outer Banks landscape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Pelicans go about their daily activities leaves me with the impression that they are very confident. They know what they should do, they do it and they expect a positive result. Is confidence learned or taught? Maybe it is a combination of both. So many things are tied to confidence, like self-esteem, leadership and success. When we try something new, our confidence level may not be as high, but as we do it over and over again, we gain that feeling of accomplishment that translates into satisfaction. It’s important that we get this right because developing confidence and being aware of it, or the lack of it, can be at the core of so many decisions and outcomes in our life. Offering encouragement to chase a dream or realize a goal is something we can all do in our relationships. It is something we can do for ourselves. Positive self -talk will carry us far. Taking the first step to building confidence is to give our fears to God and to ask for His strength to flow through us. Knowing that God is by our side, what is it that we can do today that we were afraid to do yesterday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-3855250399700592277?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3855250399700592277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/pelican_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3855250399700592277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3855250399700592277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/pelican_23.html' title='The Pelican'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6E-r6oP6hs4/TWUfVJWEM6I/AAAAAAAAM0c/bngj9a6npr4/s72-c/IMG_0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-310439792625417445</id><published>2011-02-16T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T07:49:27.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Connected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kV3fsiMkclk/TVvx7v_9aBI/AAAAAAAAMuk/OCUj9fGINFU/s1600/IMG_1885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kV3fsiMkclk/TVvx7v_9aBI/AAAAAAAAMuk/OCUj9fGINFU/s400/IMG_1885.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Feeling Connected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 16, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I can I will brag on the Outer Banks to anyone who will listen. The memories of years’ past, the natural landscape, the terrific seafood, shorebirds, lighthouses, water and bridges and more. But it is a “feeling” that I get on the Outer Banks like no other place I have been. I feel such a strong connection. The emotion that envelopes me is the overwhelming sense of being home. Yes, many things are familiar still, even in the changes that are evident that comes with change. But it is the inner sense of peace I find. Everyone needs a sanctuary, a safe place to be and to renew themselves. The salt air washes away any worries and weariness and sunrises and sunsets remind that each day is a new beginning. We can meet each day full of hope and promise of what treasures are yet to be revealed on the Outer Banks. It is ever changing yet it remains the same. The surprise of a morning fog or a dusting of snow keeps the weather watchers on their toes. My favorite place to visit is the sand dunes on Pea Island. Recently, climbing to the top of the grassy dunes during a frigid winter gale gave me new appreciation for the strength of those Pea Island dunes. With numb fingers I snapped as many photos as I could before the sun faded in the western sky. But it was a serene, quiet moment….just me and the blowing sand as ripples formed in an artistic design that only nature could make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of His gifts to us has to be the Outer Banks! The combination of natural beauty with an overwhelming peacefulness one feels must be the work of God. Other people have said how much they find God’s Presence during walks on the beach, fishing at the pier, sailing the sound and so forth. It’s true that He is everywhere. This time of year the Outer Banks slows down during the winter season. What better time to reflect on His goodness and mercy than on a cold winter day with a warm heart of full of gratitude for all He is. He will meet us on top of a sand dune or at the end of a pier. He will walk beside us on the beach and listen while we talk. I believe He is calling us closer to Him. Take to Him all the fears, worries and problems that we carry like baggage. That is called surrendering. We are nothing without Him. Jesus walked in humility and so should we. He had a heart for helping others and putting their needs first over His. We should follow His lead. Each time I pick up the Bible I learn something new. God is always teaching us and through the Bible we can get to know Him and His ways. Take His hand and find a quiet place to be together. Connect with Him for the first time or if He has been placed to the side, renew the relationship. Sometimes hard hearts need to be softened and He can do it. Disappointments are too great to carry any longer. He wants to take our burdens. He can give us encouragement for that new thing we are doing and He can renew our strength to fight our battles. He is our Hope, the Bread of Life, our Light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-310439792625417445?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/310439792625417445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/feeling-connected.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/310439792625417445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/310439792625417445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/feeling-connected.html' title='Feeling Connected'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kV3fsiMkclk/TVvx7v_9aBI/AAAAAAAAMuk/OCUj9fGINFU/s72-c/IMG_1885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-1028373973816865113</id><published>2011-02-08T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:00:16.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TVIDHOe0wWI/AAAAAAAAMFk/zzBGoew8Zqg/s1600/IMG_1880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TVIDHOe0wWI/AAAAAAAAMFk/zzBGoew8Zqg/s400/IMG_1880.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 08, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good! His faithful love endures forever. – Psalm 136:1 NLT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I love about the Outer Banks. This season of winter is actually a beautiful time of year. There is a quiet solitude that envelopes the beach and its surroundings. Great peace and a time of reflection can be captured by a pier, a bench by the sound or from a seaside beach access. If there is a need to warm the soul, to be close to God, to feel His Peace and see the beauty He created, this is the place and the time of year to do it. The sky is so blue and often cloudless. The stars and moon at night sparkle with such clarity. Where else can one go and see dolphins feeding in the distance, seagulls flying overhead, waves rushing through a pier’s pilings and feel peace at the same time! God’s Love is present everywhere here. What a gift it is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible has much to say about love, but the two most important instructions are these from March 12:28-31 NIV which is “Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength” and “Love your neighbor as yourself”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps today is the time to put the past aside and begin anew with Jesus’ instructions as our guide, to make each day one where love is given and love is received. I heard it said once that the beauty of life is while we cannot undo the past, we can learn from it and change. So that every new moment is spent not in regret or guilt, but in wisdom, understanding and love. The lyrics from an old hymn dated back to 1912 have been drifting in and out of my thoughts today. “Love lifted me…Love lifted me…When nothing else could help…Love lifted me.” God’s Love for us will lift us up and over our own problems and circumstances so that in turn we can be a blessing to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-1028373973816865113?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1028373973816865113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1028373973816865113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1028373973816865113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TVIDHOe0wWI/AAAAAAAAMFk/zzBGoew8Zqg/s72-c/IMG_1880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-1235838391801603045</id><published>2011-02-02T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T18:53:40.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TUoYi-p2dkI/AAAAAAAAMFc/Sgef413cM5w/s1600/IMG_1649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TUoYi-p2dkI/AAAAAAAAMFc/Sgef413cM5w/s320/IMG_1649.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 02, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a face is reflected in water, so the heart reflects the real person. –Proverbs 27:19 NIV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere on the Outer Banks one can find reflections. Like sand fences casting shadows in the sand, or seagulls looking down at their mirror image in the water. Boats docked at marina’s that reflect their bright colors and tall masts or even a window that holds the image of a lighthouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself looking back to last year and reflecting on all the changes that have taken place in my own life. Followed then, by looking forward to a new season with hope and expectancy of good things. Perhaps you find yourself doing that, too. Charles Dickens once said that we should reflect on our present blessings of which every one has many, and not on our past misfortunes, of which everyone has some. That’s good advice and wise to focus on the present while being grateful for our blessings. If we put the past behind us and not be so anxious to live in the future, how can we reflect on where we are today, this very moment? Probably the most important thing that shapes our day is our daily interactions with people we live with, work with and come into contact with. It has been said that how we treat others is a reflection on us. Actually, to be more specific, it is a reflection on how we FEEL about ourselves. That is very revealing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we dare to find out what others would say about how we treat them? Would we be brave enough to ask? Would we be surprised? Would we try to justify our behavior and make excuses? It takes an exceptionally wise person to discern that when they are treated poorly, it is not a reflection on them, but on the other person. In other words, what is on the inside of each of us is what spills out to others, like a bucket full of water being tossed back and forth. Our words, actions and attitudes reflect our heart. Psalm 51:10 talks about creating a pure heart. 1 Thessalonians 5:14 tells us to live in peace with one another. Do these scriptures reflect what is going in at the core of us? Hopefully our words, actions and attitudes are pleasing God and that we are a reflection of His Love to others and in all that we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-1235838391801603045?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1235838391801603045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1235838391801603045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1235838391801603045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TUoYi-p2dkI/AAAAAAAAMFc/Sgef413cM5w/s72-c/IMG_1649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-8806954354840957973</id><published>2011-01-24T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:07:17.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gazebo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TT5aaiKk1mI/AAAAAAAAL-E/iYckg83Z30U/s1600/Sunset+Gazebo-Close+View.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TT5aaiKk1mI/AAAAAAAAL-E/iYckg83Z30U/s400/Sunset+Gazebo-Close+View.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gazebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;br /&gt;January 25, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins. Matthew 6:14-15 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to visit the gazebo in today’s photograph as often as I can. This gazebo is on the sound and there is a peace and serenity felt there making it a wonderful place to reflect on life. Whether it is a visit during an early morning walk or if I stop by with my camera to catch a magnificent sunset, it is so relaxing that I often feel like it is a spiritual place at times. With nothing more than the squawk of an occasional gull, or the drone of a boat motor in the distance, the view from this little gazebo offers a glimpse of God’s natural beauty. I like taking a mental picture of the scenery for later recall. Sitting on the gazebo at the end of the wooden walkway is a perfect place to take some time for thinking about things. Important things, like are we on the right track? Are we in God’s Will? Would He be pleased with the way we are living our lives? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January is a good time to look forward to another year ahead. But sometimes I believe it is necessary to look back, too. For instance, if any relationship needs special attention, or if a friendship has been neglected, I like to start there. If there has been unforgiveness in any area of my life, I know it has to be dealt with and disposed of, or it can harm me, both physically and spiritually. When I was much younger, I thought that in order to forgive, I had to “feel” like doing it first. That “feeling” never came. I learned that forgiving is a decision, not a feeling. Even though we may have a right to our emotions and no one would argue that we have been wronged, we must make that choice to forgive. It won’t happen naturally on it’s own. I believe time does not heal, instead, it only makes it harder and more difficult to forgive, as the bitterness grows out of control. So much of our wellness stems from whether or not we carry unforgiveness in our heart. It weighs us down and becomes heavy. It affects our outlook, health, our relationships and it destroys our faith. Unforgiveness is not from God and if we are carrying it, we must give it over to Him right away and ask His forgiveness. We can ask Him to change our heart and to give us the strength to forgive. We can ask Him to carry the pain of the situation and to give us His peace in its place. God never fails us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-8806954354840957973?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8806954354840957973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/gazebo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8806954354840957973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8806954354840957973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/gazebo.html' title='Gazebo'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TT5aaiKk1mI/AAAAAAAAL-E/iYckg83Z30U/s72-c/Sunset+Gazebo-Close+View.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-1807280263145599244</id><published>2011-01-21T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T06:45:59.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TTmb_bAufZI/AAAAAAAAL8c/7t_Du9UAXuY/s1600/IMG_1379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TTmb_bAufZI/AAAAAAAAL8c/7t_Du9UAXuY/s400/IMG_1379.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TTmbUdwKD2I/AAAAAAAAL8Y/ERBJKVuScqI/s1600/IMG_1379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #123456; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/i&gt; © Betsy  Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;January 19,  2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door  will be opened to you. –Matthew 7:7 NIV&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I set out to take photographs, it is just me and my camera with a lot of  expectant hope. I will do some things to ensure that I could have a bit of  success by choosing the right time of day to take photos, scout out a special  location with interest and then search for the best light for the subject. Then  the focus shifts to composition. I then think about how can take a photograph of  something ordinary and make it extraordinary. Many times it works out that I am  able to capture a simple moment with my lens so that it can last a lifetime in  my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a wonderful peace when I walk with nature and my camera in tow. God’s  Presence is ever present in the beautiful surroundings, but the beach is my  favorite. It amazes me the amount of peace that can be found if we are willing  to receive it. A simple walk on the beach can turn a dull day into one not to be  forgotten. I love everything about it like the smell of the salt air, wet  driftwood and sparkling shells that are being bleached by the sunlight. Then  there is the sound of the gentle wash of the wave onshore or seeing the  occasional shorebird skirting the waters’ edge with its leggy stance. There are  treasures to stuff pockets with and people to nod hello to. And those moments of  standing sill searching for objects far away on the horizon and of course,  walking and talking aloud to God. I have many memories stored in my heart of  days just like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is beauty in each day. We miss it sometimes. Carrying a camera reminds  me to stop long enough to focus on my beautiful surroundings and get a photo or  two when I could have missed it altogether. God’s Peace is like that. It is  there if we seek it, but how often do we set it aside day after day? Within His  Peace is His unfailing, abundant Love. No one can love us like God does. His  Peace and Love will sustain us in all times. Through God’s lens, He loves us  like a Father loves his child. He comforts us and teaches us to make choices  guided by His Peace. We are not ordinary. God made us to be extraordinary. He  put greatness down on the inside of each of us. When a photographer builds his  portfolio, only the perfect, special photos are included and those are  considered the masterpieces of one’s work. In God’s eyes, we are all  masterpieces because He made us. He is perfect. He doesn’t make any mistakes. We  can do great things when we seek and follow Him and by activating the gifts He  placed inside of us by faith. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-1807280263145599244?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1807280263145599244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/peace_2469.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1807280263145599244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1807280263145599244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/peace_2469.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TTmb_bAufZI/AAAAAAAAL8c/7t_Du9UAXuY/s72-c/IMG_1379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-799555220572472541</id><published>2011-01-12T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T10:09:47.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentinel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TS3uQYSMv9I/AAAAAAAAL6M/GweXlSsk2rM/s1600/HPIM3282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TS3uQYSMv9I/AAAAAAAAL6M/GweXlSsk2rM/s400/HPIM3282.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentinel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 12, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. - Proverbs 4:23 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many sentinels protecting the Outer Banks. I am speaking of the beautiful, historic lighthouses that have stood guard over the barrier islands for many years. The dictionary defines a sentinel as “a person or thing that stands and watches”. And the lighthouses certainly do just that. They watch the land and the sea. Each lighthouse is individual and unique yet they are similar in shape. I have enjoyed visiting them all and taking photographs from different angels. They are truly historic treasures and have become tourist attractions over the years. The sight of light from a lighthouse in the night sky still thrills me today like it did was I was a young child. A sentinel is thought of as a guiding light but that doesn’t just apply to a lighthouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God watches over us like a sentinel, too. He guides us all the time and He is there through trials and hardships, too. His light shines on us to light the way, both night and day. A sentinel guards and guides. We can look to God to be that for us. But we too have a responsibility to guard our lives. As we follow Him, we are to guard ourselves with our thoughts and actions, keeping them of pure motive and godly at all times. What lies deep within us is what springs forth and becomes how we are defined. If we are full of stress, it will show. If we give in to anger or strife, it will flow out of us to another. It is so amazing to realize our physical hearts are so sensitive to emotions. Doctors have long said it is not the situation we find ourselves in, but how we handle it that matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will matter this week? Guarding our thoughts, binding stress, filtering what we let in to our hearts and keeping His guiding light before us with each step we take. A good way to shine the light on this New Year is to let Him be our sentinel, our guide, our light in everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-799555220572472541?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/799555220572472541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/sentinel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/799555220572472541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/799555220572472541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/sentinel.html' title='Sentinel'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TS3uQYSMv9I/AAAAAAAAL6M/GweXlSsk2rM/s72-c/HPIM3282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-257348345319314175</id><published>2011-01-05T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T10:17:01.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Tide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TSS1LfGaYPI/AAAAAAAAL6E/YittsZqTScM/s1600/IMG_0985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TSS1LfGaYPI/AAAAAAAAL6E/YittsZqTScM/s400/IMG_0985.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turning Tide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 05, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wait for your salvation, Lord, and I follow your commands. -Psalm 119:166 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turning tide is what comes to mind this time of year. The outgoing tide from last year takes with it the memories of the last 12 months and we await the incoming tide that brings new things. The last boxes from the Christmas decorations are packed up now and put away. The special cards and letters I have received throughout the year are tied with a pretty ribbon and put in a special floral box with other keepsakes. I have taken the time to look back and say thank you for the many blessings that helped to shape this last year. Gratefulness fills my heart as I think of all the good that came and even the difficult roads taken, which always had a lesson to learn. The tide turns, as a new year unfolds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will the New Year bring? I think that whatever comes, we can handle it, and get through it if we are rooted and established in love. If love is at the heart of our decisions and motives, we will manage well. I think this year is the time to look forward with rising faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incoming tide always brings with it some treasures and a few surprises. One time I saw a beach littered with small twigs of driftwood. Other times jelly fish would catch the tide to shore and rest at the waters edge. After storms, the ocean floor gets churned up to bring large shells to the beach. Our life is much like that incoming tide. Not sure what each day will bring but we remain hopeful that it will be more “treasure” than “trash”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we have things that irritate us and cause us frustration? Oh yes, but remember that the oyster produces a beautiful pearl that was once a speck of sand that created irritation in the beginning. Rising faith is like a rising tide that can sweep over a multitude of things and with God, all things can be made new. The lyrics to a song we sang in church on Sunday were,”I will follow you forward”. In this New Year, let us follow Him forward with rising faith and hearts full of expectant hope to uncover the pearls waiting for us in 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-257348345319314175?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/257348345319314175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/turning-tide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/257348345319314175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/257348345319314175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2011/01/turning-tide.html' title='Turning Tide'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TSS1LfGaYPI/AAAAAAAAL6E/YittsZqTScM/s72-c/IMG_0985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-3747779746365613186</id><published>2010-12-30T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T09:18:20.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TRy-v4Yn-NI/AAAAAAAAL5k/5BgwZ9vvGG8/s1600/HPIM2674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TRy-v4Yn-NI/AAAAAAAAL5k/5BgwZ9vvGG8/s320/HPIM2674.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Reflecting Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 30, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he: - Proverbs 23:7a KJV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January is the time when holiday decorations are packed and stored back in the attic, school starts up again and we return to our regular routines as we begin thinking about what we hope for in the coming year. It is such a great feeling sometimes to sort of “wipe the slate clean” when an old year ends and a new one begins. The old habits and mindsets get left behind and we have high hopes for the New Year. Did you know that our lives reflect our thoughts? We should look hard at our life and see where we are at this moment. Have our thoughts limited us, do others believe in us more than we believe in ourselves? Do we think big or small? Are we afraid to break out of the box? Much to ponder here. What it a thought? It is something that we consider as a possible choice or action. It is important to guard and filter our thoughts. If a person sets out to accomplish something, they should continuously practice positive self talk. Saying things like, “I know I can do it. God is by my side lifting me up.” You may be one of the many people who want to improve finances, get out of debt, exercise more or eat healthier. We have many choices available to us to promote positive growth and change. We just have to take the first step. When we wish to embark on something new, it is always wise to ask for God’s Will and His Help. If He wants it to happen, He will open every door for us, but if He doesn’t want us going in that direction, we can count on Him to close every door. We shouldn’t get disappointed when doors shut because my experience is that God has something even better in mind for us than we could have hoped for. God gets the final say, but I believe He always takes joy in seeing us trying to improve our lives, our health, and our situation under His Protection. We can all use this time at the beginning of the year to practice good thoughts and positive self talk in our everyday life, whether we are making a big life change or simply going about our familiar routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-3747779746365613186?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3747779746365613186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/reflecting-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3747779746365613186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3747779746365613186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/reflecting-thoughts.html' title='Reflecting Thoughts'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TRy-v4Yn-NI/AAAAAAAAL5k/5BgwZ9vvGG8/s72-c/HPIM2674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-7220007605805628110</id><published>2010-12-22T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:09:40.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Holy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TRI-sK_xGNI/AAAAAAAAL3Q/tNtYoeppVBg/s1600/Jan-Feb+2009+147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TRI-sK_xGNI/AAAAAAAAL3Q/tNtYoeppVBg/s400/Jan-Feb+2009+147.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Holy Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 22, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests. -Luke 2:14 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father’s favorite Christmas carol was, ‘O Holy Night’. He is resting in Heaven now but I think of him when I hear it on the radio and it brings sweet memories. Over the years, I would pull out the sheet music from the piano seat and try in earnest to play this carol without error. My father appreciated my annual effort and didn’t seem to notice that the left hand and right hand weren’t always in sync. Let’s just say that ‘O Holy Night’ and I continue to be a work in progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, this carol has quite a history. It was the first carol ever played live on a Christmas radio broadcast, dating back to 1906. The broadcast on December 24, originating from Massachusetts, was intended for ships at sea and the signal was picked up as far south as Norfolk and even as far as the West Indies, when it was rebroadcast on New Year’s Eve that year. Of all the words in this carol, it is the third verse that has the meaning for me and maybe you will agree,” Truly He taught us to love one another, His law is love and His gospel is peace.” That says it all, doesn’t it? Can we claim this as our Christmas message this year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to the sights of this season, the recent early snow on the Outer Banks brought in the first frosty breath of winter. Each snowflake that fell added up and before long there was a glistening of white glaze. It makes everyday things different. Was nature showing us that with one snowflake at a time we can change the landscape? Imagine what His love and peace could do if it was passed around the world! We could be a lighthouse in the darkness. He offers His Love as His pure gift to us. It is not wrapped. You won’t find it under the tree. It is there in our hearts where He placed it. He wants us to find the light He placed within us and pass it on. Now let us see if we can blanket the earth with His love and peace and change the look of things, just like a snowflake does…one at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and May God Bless You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-7220007605805628110?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7220007605805628110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-holy-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7220007605805628110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7220007605805628110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-holy-night.html' title='O Holy Night'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TRI-sK_xGNI/AAAAAAAAL3Q/tNtYoeppVBg/s72-c/Jan-Feb+2009+147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-3933564076087230774</id><published>2010-12-15T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:47:33.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TQkbIKVoWUI/AAAAAAAALlQ/xw-d-3hg9cw/s1600/IMG_1468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TQkbIKVoWUI/AAAAAAAALlQ/xw-d-3hg9cw/s400/IMG_1468.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Traditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 15, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, -- Galatians 5:22 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One definition for tradition is, “a story or a custom that is memorized and passed down from generation to generation”. I think of it as a circle of love. It goes round and round to warm and comfort a family in their own specialness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the time of year to finalize those holiday plans and bring to life those childhood traditions again. This year our family won’t get to see everyone all at once as we have in the past. That has been our tradition in previous years, but we will have to revise it this year. We have been fortunate to be together so often over the years that we must celebrate that instead. It is the traditions that were set in place long ago that are the common thread in our family, whether we can geographically be together or not. We will still enjoy my mother’s cornbread stuffing because all the cooks in the family now have that recipe. My husband will have a bit of his mother with him as we eat out of her mother’s cranberry bowl. It has been passed down now 3 times! We haven’t decided if we will have my fathers’ fruit ambrosia or banana pudding. He finally conceded and gave us his secret recipes just a few years ago to our delight! Whether we are all at the same table together or scattered across many states, it is the comforts of tradition that brings about closeness and bridges any gaps. It is also a reminder to us of the memories that have helped to shape us and our holidays’ past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many families, regardless of their faith or heritage will begin celebrating using their traditions carried from generation to generation. The Jewish community will celebrate Chanukah by lighting the Menorah for eight days. The Christians will celebrate Christmas, celebrating the birth of Christ on the 25th.. African-Americans will honor their heritage for seven days in a fairly new tradition called Kwanzaa, beginning on the 26th. A local Outer Banks tradition called, “Old Christmas” goes back over 100 years and is still celebrated by some, but this celebration occurs as it always has, in January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you pass down this year? A recipe, an old treasured family tablecloth, that special saw that always cut down the Christmas tree? Maybe we can add to that. Let’s meet this season with peace and the fruit of the spirit in our hearts to love and forgive the offenses from the past. Let it be a time to right the wrongs, make peace, love the unlovable and be merciful. We are all God’s Children and we are a part of His Circle of Love. Pass it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-3933564076087230774?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3933564076087230774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/traditions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3933564076087230774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3933564076087230774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/traditions.html' title='Traditions'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TQkbIKVoWUI/AAAAAAAALlQ/xw-d-3hg9cw/s72-c/IMG_1468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-5597340283853790542</id><published>2010-12-08T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T11:18:58.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Wreath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TP_YD3lSacI/AAAAAAAALlI/byDpqSzfkYw/s1600/HPIM2467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TP_YD3lSacI/AAAAAAAALlI/byDpqSzfkYw/s400/HPIM2467.JPG" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas Wreath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 08, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever. -Psalm 118:29 NIV &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that in ancient times, the Christmas Wreath, made of evergreens, symbolized the strength of life overcoming the forces of nature. The Romans hung wreaths as a sign of celebration and victory. But the Christians believed that the circular wreath represented immortality, making the Christmas Wreath very symbolic and meaningful. The colors of Christmas are green and red. Green represents the continuance of life through winter and the belief of eternal life through Jesus Christ. Red is representative of Jesus’ blood at crucifixion. Today, evergreen wreaths with red ribbons are found on doors and windows, both inside and out at the holidays. The Advent Wreath has its own importance that originates back to the 16th century in Germany. Four candles nestled in an evergreen wreath are lit, one at a time each week leading up to Christmas. A fifth candle in the center of the wreath represents Jesus’ birth and is lit on Christmas Eve. It is a symbol of hope and light. The custom of lighting the Advent Wreath is still practiced today in many homes and churches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season is here. The wreaths are hung and the tree is adorned. It is a busy time. There are menus to plan and family to prepare for. Jingle Bells are ringing and Christmas Carols are hummed out of tune while scurrying from errand to errand. In the frenzy of getting ready for Christmas, I am reminded that we shouldn’t lose sight of the deeper meaning of it. Festivities, parties, presents and Santa are a part of the Yule time and it may be easy to get absorbed in little things and miss the whole point of Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the holiday wreath, the circle of unbroken love that God surrounds us with each day is something that we can rely on anytime. He won’t let us go too far out before he pulls us back in where we belong. He is there for us in any situation or circumstance. He carries us when we are weak and he walks along side of us when we are strong. He leads often and asks us to follow. Asking God in prayer how He wants us to honor Him in our homes and hearts this holiday and the New Year ahead is the beginning of shining the light back on Him and His Son this Christmas. Setting up a tabletop nativity scene, blessing the holiday meal, reading about the birth of Jesus to young and old are all things we can start with. Making it a more meaningful, spiritual Christmas will cause us to come closer to Him and He will come closer to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-5597340283853790542?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5597340283853790542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-wreath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5597340283853790542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5597340283853790542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-wreath.html' title='Christmas Wreath'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TP_YD3lSacI/AAAAAAAALlI/byDpqSzfkYw/s72-c/HPIM2467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-5783010005480691572</id><published>2010-12-01T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:45:37.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TPalt101IUI/AAAAAAAALko/P9PxL0FtS68/s1600/HPIM7744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TPalt101IUI/AAAAAAAALko/P9PxL0FtS68/s400/HPIM7744.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 01, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…for anyone who enters God's rest also rests from his own work, just as God did from his. – Hebrews 4:10 NIV &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter will make its arrival on the 22nd of this month, but on some days it feels like it has come early. Cold fronts come through with strong winds that ruffle the water, bend the sea oats and cause the gulls to tuck their heads down into their chest. Summer clothes get pushed to the far side of the closet and long sleeves shirts and bulky sweaters replace them. There are some people that even leave the beach during winter for warmer climates in the south. Seems everything takes a break. Grasses and flowers go dormant, birds hunker down in their nests, and blowing sand covers steps and walkways to the beach. At first glance, it can be considered a dreary time, but I don’t see it that way at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is a time to replenish, renew and rest. It is a time to appreciate the beach, too. While nature takes a nap, we can still walk the beach or walk to the end of a pier and feel the wind at sunrise. A hot cup of coffee or cocoa warms the spirit anytime. Reading a book by the fire wrapped in a warm throw can keep the mind active. Seafood chowder and buttery cornbread tastes like a feast for dinner on a cold evening. There is something to do each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter can be a solitary time and that is good for our spirit to be by ourselves with little distraction. God is always there but in the quiet moments of life, we tend to hear Him more clearly. He drops in ideas and thoughts to our minds and hearts. We have all winter for them to take root on the inside of us. Winter is the time to plan the garden of our life, for spring will be here soon enough and we must cultivate our hopes and dreams so they can grow into full harvest. These cold days are times to actively seek God’s Presence and His Voice for our life. He is our Counselor in all things. Entering into God’s Rest prepares us to receive what He has for us next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-5783010005480691572?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5783010005480691572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-reflections-by-sea-betsy-ore.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5783010005480691572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5783010005480691572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-reflections-by-sea-betsy-ore.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TPalt101IUI/AAAAAAAALko/P9PxL0FtS68/s72-c/HPIM7744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-1311201404845958967</id><published>2010-11-26T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:00:05.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TOtWm7tvWbI/AAAAAAAALd0/phoP3O22Px8/s1600/Steps.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TOtWm7tvWbI/AAAAAAAALd0/phoP3O22Px8/s320/Steps.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gratitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;–Colossians 3:16 NIV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definition of gratitude is a feeling of thankfulness and appreciation. With Thanksgiving Day barely behind us, there is a desire in many of us for the joy and gratitude of this time to linger on past just a few days or so. While Thanksgiving Day is often spent with family and friends or just quietly alone in observance, it gives us a reason to stop and ponder the blessings of the past year. God’s blessings don’t always arrive on our doorstop with great fanfare though. Sometimes it is the simplest of things that we can see God’s hand in. I believe that if we look carefully, we can see God in the big and little things in our day. It is so easy to take responsibility and credit ourselves for all the good that happens. Yes, our efforts do not go unnoticed, but all good things come from God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you might ask, when things get tough, is that God, too? The answer is that He allows things at times to build us up. Make us stronger. Build spiritual muscle. But it doesn’t matter what is happening at the moment. The real key to having a heart of gratitude is to be grateful no matter how good or bad things are. Genuine gratitude doesn’t succumb to disappointment or that feeling of lack. Maybe things aren’t going well at all, but there is always at least one thing that we can be grateful for like having a Heavenly Father that loves us so much. Gratitude also promotes joy. Some of the richest, joy-filled people I know don’t appear to have any luxuries in life, yet they are grateful for each day and the opportunity to serve God in peace. To develop a heart of gratitude, we might think of something to be grateful for during this time of Thanksgiving and offer our thanks to God for all He has done and continues to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-1311201404845958967?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1311201404845958967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1311201404845958967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1311201404845958967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude_26.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TOtWm7tvWbI/AAAAAAAALd0/phoP3O22Px8/s72-c/Steps.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-4094048821415688696</id><published>2010-11-17T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T13:07:20.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TORD8qFl9yI/AAAAAAAALds/ozrQyVZ-bNE/s1600/HPIM8126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TORD8qFl9yI/AAAAAAAALds/ozrQyVZ-bNE/s400/HPIM8126.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 17, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God. –Colossians 3:16 NIV &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best time of year to be at the beach! I like when I can have it all to myself. The quiet walks, the dampness of the salt air enveloping me, the warmth of the sun despite the wind makes up a typical November day. There is nothing better to me than hot coffee and a big breakfast before stepping outside. It seems that only the real “tried and true” beach lovers remain in the final weeks of autumn before the winter chill chases us all indoors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving dinners, buffets and desserts are just days away. November is the perfect month to count our blessings. Oh yes, some people have more than others. But that is not the point to want what we don’t have or to envy those that do have. If financial problems or relationship issues plague us or even health concerns pop up, it can be hard to focus on what is right, instead of what is wrong. But the challenge is to be grateful for the place that we are in and to find the blessing in it. With feeling blessed comes the gift of peace. There is nothing greater than to live in God’s Peace. We are taught to trust Him and give Him our concerns. To live in expectant hope for the future, to know we are forgiven of the past and to live in the present, with His Word close to our heart. While the calendar says that Thanksgiving is just one day, the spirit of it can live much longer in our hearts, our spirits and our actions. Not only am I grateful to receive God’s blessings, I will ask today that God use me to be a blessing to someone He puts in my path. God Bless and Happy Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-4094048821415688696?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4094048821415688696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/11/november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4094048821415688696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4094048821415688696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TORD8qFl9yI/AAAAAAAALds/ozrQyVZ-bNE/s72-c/HPIM8126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-5248755421042387812</id><published>2010-11-10T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:39:31.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodie Island Lighthouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TNr0UK8dT5I/AAAAAAAALdo/I2zCyAilPL8/s1600/IMG_1230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TNr0UK8dT5I/AAAAAAAALdo/I2zCyAilPL8/s320/IMG_1230.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bodie Island Lighthouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 10, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; -Psalm 55:22a (NIV)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to Oregon Inlet to take photographs of the beautiful fishing boats, I ducked into the little road leading to the Bodie Island Lighthouse for a quick look at the current renovations. How amazing it looks to see that old lighthouse shrouded in scaffolding from top to bottom and from what I understand on the inside as well. This lighthouse was actually built in 1872 so I think you could say this total overhaul is overdue! Locals know that the correct pronunciation of the lighthouse sounds likes the word “body” as opposed to using a long o for the word Bodie. The name goes back to the Body family that named the land Bodies Island where the lighthouse stands today Located in Nags Head just 4 miles north of Oregon Inlet, the original Fresnel lens provided light until it was upgraded to an electric lamp in 1932 and then became fully automated in 1953. As part of the renovation, the Fresnel lens is being restored and will be re-installed. On our many evening drives throughout Nags Head, it was always special to see the light in the night sky and it will be special to see it again when the work is complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renew, revive, refresh, refurbish, renovate. All of these words mean the same thing. Each day when we wake up we have the opportunity to be refreshed and start anew. When we add to each day the worries and concerns from yesterday, last week or last year, the day is heavy laden before it even begins. Our foundation begins to sag from the weight of the oppression, fear and worry that collects in our spirit over time. Don’t you just wish sometimes that you could shake off those nagging things that occupy your mind that takes up space and robs you of your energy? The good news is we can give all our cares and burdens to God. It lightens our load. If we truly trust Him, we know He won’t forsake us. Wasted time feeling weighed down is fruitless to Christian living. Do the work to put aside the things you cannot change. Give it to God instead. Live according to His Word. Be grateful. Give and do unto Him. He will replenish us daily when we shelter ourselves in the glow of His Light. When we receive His Light, it is ours to share with those still in the darkness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-5248755421042387812?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5248755421042387812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/11/bodie-island-lighthouse_10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5248755421042387812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5248755421042387812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/11/bodie-island-lighthouse_10.html' title='Bodie Island Lighthouse'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TNr0UK8dT5I/AAAAAAAALdo/I2zCyAilPL8/s72-c/IMG_1230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-4234787640343567571</id><published>2010-11-03T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:56:52.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cottage Row</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TNGUN4KwWuI/AAAAAAAALdI/c9nviy0BznU/s1600/IMG_1119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TNGUN4KwWuI/AAAAAAAALdI/c9nviy0BznU/s400/IMG_1119.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cottage Row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 03, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will be the sure foundation for your times, a rich store of salvation and wisdom and knowledge; the fear of the Lord is the key to this treasure. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Isaiah 33:6 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke to find that the light of day was merging with the night sky to form pink swirls of light dancing in and out of the clouds at sunrise. It was the perfect setting for a morning with my camera to capture as many moments in the morning light as possible. In my opinion, there is nothing more that typifies the Outer Banks than the historic cottages of Nags Head. Known as the “unpainted aristocracy” they have weathered the test of time. These homes intrigue me and I find myself wondering what it must have been like to spend summers there many years ago. Many of the homes are still owned by the families that built them in the early 1900’s. Their appearance is what is known today as the “Nags Head Style” of architecture. The hip-roofed porches, gray shingles, wide railings, and shutters add to the charm of these majestic summer homes built on pilings. Parking my car across the street from this area known also as “Cottage Row”, I was hoping to get to the beach unnoticed so that I could take photographs of the morning sun casting light on the homes and sea oats. A kindly homeowner reminded me I was on private property as I made my way, but with my apologies, thankfully he allowed me to continue. I found a family sitting on their old porch drinking morning coffee. We exchanged greetings and a wave. I thought in a moment that they were truly “living the life”! The seagulls flying by were noisy and their commotion added to the sounds so familiar of the shore. These historic homes are not built in a row. They look staggered and some have dunes in front of them and others do not. A photographer’s delight is to capture the uniqueness of it all in a single shot but it is impossible. All homes have sand fences here and there around the property and near the beach to encourage the sand to build up and not blow away, offering more protection. The amazing thing about these cottages is the fact they are still standing. Don’t we presume to know more today about construction with all the knowledge, technology and tools available to us? Yet, with limited resources and simply good ideas and the work of one’s hands, wonderful homes were constructed to last and they have done just that. Over 40 homes are considered part of this historic district now, and each certainly has its own story to tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all in the intention, wisdom and knowledge, I believe. Our spirituality is much the same. Internet offers a whole world of informational resources to build our faith, if we are willing to search for it. On Sunday mornings, television is largely devoted to preachers of all faiths. Radio broadcasts and podcasts are free and available to anyone seeking. Bookstores have books on every subject to guide us through our life according to the Bible’s teachings and the authors’ interpretation. Yet, it all comes down to what we are willing to do ourselves. It boils down to the Bible, our relationship with God and what we believe. The single carpenter from Elizabeth City, Stephen J. Twine, who was the builder of the “unpainted aristocracy”, didn’t have the fancy tools of today that we believe we can’t live without, but he found a way and did it with excellence. The same is true of our faith…we often times don’t think to just sit quietly with our Bible on our lap and talk to God. We want to make it too complicated and then offer excuses that we couldn’t make time because we are so busy. Simple faith is all that we need to have as our foundation to live in this world. Much we don’t know or understand, but if we believe with all our heart and seek God, we can weather the storms that we certainly will endure in our time. I know from experience that He gives us hope when we are hopeless. He lifts us up when we are down. He loves us when no one else does. He is Everything. We might stumble along the way in our life’s journey, but like those old cottages, they have made it all these years though hurricanes and nor’easters because of how they were built. We can be assured if we do the foundational work to stay close to God and abide in Him daily, we will continue to stand tall and not fall, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-4234787640343567571?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4234787640343567571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/11/cottage-row.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4234787640343567571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4234787640343567571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/11/cottage-row.html' title='Cottage Row'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TNGUN4KwWuI/AAAAAAAALdI/c9nviy0BznU/s72-c/IMG_1119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-8511747557070706962</id><published>2010-10-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T08:33:14.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TML_-WGGYBI/AAAAAAAAK-s/Ss7Gqa70Exk/s1600/HPIM4365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TML_-WGGYBI/AAAAAAAAK-s/Ss7Gqa70Exk/s400/HPIM4365.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 23, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remain in me, and I will remain in you. -John 15:4a NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time my husband took me into a bait and tackle shop. It was years ago and he thought pier fishing could be something we could do together. I was game. It sounded fun. With each of us purchasing a brand new rod and reel and shiny lures of all kinds to place in our big new tackle box with pull out compartments, we were on our way. Early the next morning we went to the pier. Armed with a thermos full of coffee, we paid at the counter and asked the Nice Man what the fish were biting on….in other words…what bait should we use? As my husband talked to the Nice Man, I walked towards the pier to find a good spot for us to set up. When my husband walked towards me I could see he had a bag he just purchased. He said it was the bait. Still with enthusiasm, I got ready for my first pier fishing experience. And then I saw them…..a bag of BLOODWORMS. For me, the day was over before it began! Growing up, I was never a tomboy so the idea of playing with worms didn’t appeal to me then and certainly not that day on the pier! Within minutes, my role changed from fishing partner to fetcher. I fetched more coffee, got the newspaper when there was a lull in activity, I went back to the car for a wide brimmed hat for shade and more suntan lotion. Most of all though, I enjoyed seeing my husband happy and became his cheerleader when he reeled in his catch, one after the other. I realize by now you probably won’t be surprised if I tell you I had to turn my head when he took the fish off the hook! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One definition for the word “bait” is allurement or enticement. I can look back and see where I have been lured into things or doing something that wasn’t good for me in the end. The enemy can be quite convincing when he wants to take us down the wrong road. What I know is that sometimes wonderful things appear to be in our future. Is it “bait” from the enemy or is it God bringing us the desires of our heart and promoting us with his blessings? At times, it is hard to know. The best way to handle these decisions as they come before us is to put our hope in God, trust Him and walk forward. If God wants us to continue on, he opens every door and places a feeling on the inside of us of comfort and peace. But if it is not of God and we are being “baited”, we will know because there will be warning signs. Things won’t appear right. We won’t have peace. When we abide in God and He in us, then we can be confidant that we have all that we need on the inside of us to make important decisions and choices. So how do we come to a place where we “abide”? It is daily prayer and reading His Word. Growing spiritually helps us to recognize the difference between when God is leading us or when we are being lured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-8511747557070706962?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8511747557070706962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/bait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8511747557070706962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8511747557070706962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/bait.html' title='Bait'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TML_-WGGYBI/AAAAAAAAK-s/Ss7Gqa70Exk/s72-c/HPIM4365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-5943370584703131585</id><published>2010-10-20T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T08:14:27.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn It Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TL8HOPUqYLI/AAAAAAAAK8Y/xlgCabarwpI/s1600/HPIM6422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TL8HOPUqYLI/AAAAAAAAK8Y/xlgCabarwpI/s400/HPIM6422.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn It Around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 20, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you; he rises to show you compassion. For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for him! -Isaiah 30:18 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been fun for our family to wrap up the day by making a trip to the docks to see what the deep sea fishing boats have brought in. With every boat that leaves the marina and heads out to sea, it must at some point turn around and come back at the end of the journey. It's exciting to stand at the edge of the water watching the activity of the boats coming back into the marina, each taking their turn as only one can enter the opening at a time. Occasionally they will wave and we will wave back. The fishermen are dressed warmly and look tired and tanned, but content. People gather around to hear the days stories of the sea. A chill in the air is felt as the warm sun begins to fade on the day. The helpers scurry around with hoses to wash the salt spray n off the boats and to clean the decks in preparation for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went deep sea fishing once. Yes, I say once. I was hoping that the captain would turn it around and take me back to land ,which I was sure would cure my seasickness. Yes, I am one of those people!! But at least I have been able to capture some of the excitement of the sport from the docks at days' end since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week there has been a song in my heart. It is about asking God to turn things around. To open the doors of heaven and pour our blessings. Yes, that has been my prayer this week, as well. The upcoming change of season has always been a call, a reminder if you will, to clean things up and sweep out the door anything that is not of God. In essence, its an act of faith to come closer to God. Old sin habits, old ways of thinking and in general, an attitude that is fruitless is of no benefit to anyone and is useless to God. We have to be willing to take the first step to “turn it around” . When we humble ourselves before Him with our repentant heart, He willingly receives us. We are coming into the season of harvest. God has so much to give us, so much to offer us. God is a God who restores. He heals. He forgives. He performs miracles. He pulls us up and over. He is gracious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-5943370584703131585?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5943370584703131585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/turn-it-around.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5943370584703131585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5943370584703131585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/turn-it-around.html' title='Turn It Around'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TL8HOPUqYLI/AAAAAAAAK8Y/xlgCabarwpI/s72-c/HPIM6422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-8771293937044415313</id><published>2010-10-13T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T07:54:24.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Oats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TLXIAU9RbyI/AAAAAAAAKug/VcNmMwi4kWY/s1600/Sea+Oats+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TLXIAU9RbyI/AAAAAAAAKug/VcNmMwi4kWY/s400/Sea+Oats+(2).JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sea Oats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;October 13, 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;–Hebrews 11:1 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October is when the sea oats are at their most beautiful and majestic in my opinion. The stalks have grown tall and the oats are perfectly formed to create a mass of gold. They protect the dunes from erosion because their roots run deep into the sand. The dictionary says that the root of any plant is the part that develops and grows downward into the soil. It anchors the plant and absorbs nutrients and moisture, all necessary elements for life. While we enjoy the display of gold waving back and forth in the rustling autumn breezes, we are thankful that the root system is strong enough to produce the beauty we enjoy this time of year. We may not be able to see what is going on deep in the sand as roots reach out and anchor themselves to gain strength and stability, but we know the work is being done because of what we can see with our eyes above ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is something we simply can’t live without. It is our root system. The discipline of reading the Bible, going to church and saying our prayers is not in vain. We are being fed spiritually when we seek God and His Ways, which in turn builds our faith. You might go days, weeks, months or even years and feel like you are sailing along just fine and then suddenly your faith is tested. And that moment is when you know if you can weather the storm or not based on the strength of your faith. Do we understand why some things happen just because we have faith? No, sometimes things aren’t clear. Again, we need faith to accept the things we cannot change, the things we don’t understand. And more importantly, we need to live by faith so not to remain in that place of fear, crisis or concern. We need faith to rise up in order to move up and over the problem. Can anyone ever have enough faith? Just think of the root system of that swaying sea oat. It never stops working at staying alive. When that root system strives to stay healthy and alive, it thrives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-8771293937044415313?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8771293937044415313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/sea-oats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8771293937044415313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8771293937044415313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/sea-oats.html' title='Sea Oats'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TLXIAU9RbyI/AAAAAAAAKug/VcNmMwi4kWY/s72-c/Sea+Oats+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-3744776676455782731</id><published>2010-10-06T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T12:53:35.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TKzTqjZHjII/AAAAAAAAKuQ/ua6sJCq5Bpo/s1600/HPIM1851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TKzTqjZHjII/AAAAAAAAKuQ/ua6sJCq5Bpo/s400/HPIM1851.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ocober 6, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;–Psalm 28:7 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October is a wonderful time to be at the beach in my opinion. The days are shorter, the nights are cooler. Goldenrod is in full bloom with its mustard colored flowers growing wild here and there. Sea oats look rich in a golden amber hue as they wave back and forth on the dunes in the ocean breezes. Salt spray covers everything. Where tourists once sunbathed on the summer beaches, large flocks of pelicans and gulls have reclaimed those places as their own again. It is sweatshirt weather on most mornings. Pots of seafood chowders and stews are put on simmer all day for early autumn suppers to stave off the evening chill. October spells pure joy to me as it is the one month that everything seems to be just perfect on the Outer Banks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, I have collected everything I could find with the word “joy” written on it. Tree ornaments, plaques, magnets and more. I use these little messages throughout my home as a daily reminder to stay in joy and not complain or find fault with myself or others. I have learned that it doesn’t take much to get hooked into the emotion of complaining and grumpiness and that is a trap the enemy uses to steal our joy. We have to be on guard against this happening. My favorite definition of joy is “the expression or display of glad feelings”. Being filled with joy can cause us to want to do and share good things for those around us. It is like having a new song on the inside of us. When we can, I think we are supposed to spread our joy outward and see how God uses it to make positive changes in our lives and the lives of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-3744776676455782731?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3744776676455782731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/october_06.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3744776676455782731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3744776676455782731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/10/october_06.html' title='October'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TKzTqjZHjII/AAAAAAAAKuQ/ua6sJCq5Bpo/s72-c/HPIM1851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-2704382997598711910</id><published>2010-09-29T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:21:46.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TKN1hLqo1UI/AAAAAAAAKtc/DAEkw9ztIQM/s1600/Autumn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TKN1hLqo1UI/AAAAAAAAKtc/DAEkw9ztIQM/s400/Autumn.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autumn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 29, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though it is the smallest of all your seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and perch in its branches. -Matthew 13:32 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One definition for the word “autumn” is reaching maturity. Autumn is the time of year when the harvest comes in. The seeds planted in spring are ready to be harvested now. If summer droughts and disease didn't affect the plants and they made it through, then the harvest is to be celebrated. From just a tiny seed, so much is provided. This is a fun time of year to go to the various produce stands to see the pumpkin patch's, fruits, nuts and Indian corn. We have enjoyed decorating our home with a wreath of colorful fall leaves, nuts and acorns and miniature pumpkins. Each year when my children were little, we went to the country fields to walk the rows of pumpkins so they could each find their special one. We still laugh at the time I brought home a 75 pound pumpkin and had to strap it in the front seat with the seatbelt! Our front porch was always decorated with pumpkins, pots of mums and that handmade wreath. We even hung a cluster of Indian corn with a ribbon to the mailbox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our spiritual life, we can also enjoy the benefits of a harvest. But we do have to plant seeds first. So how do you do that? First it is the prayer of salvation that invites God into our heart. Making Jesus our Lord and Savior. Then it is reading the Bible to learn how to apply the principles to our life. Did you know the Bible will talk to us about how to have relationships, how to raise our children, how to be a light in the darkness? Probably the greatest thing any of us can do to strengthen our bond with God is to meet Him each day in prayer. Hopefully we should have a hunger and thirst for Him. Making time to do this is also an act of obedience and it is good discipline. It is as though we are showing up each day for our assignment from God. We can ask Him to mold and shape our day so that it glorifies Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying is like planting seeds. We know if we have done the work, the harvest will come. We know that in our prayer life, the harvest is when our prayers are answered with a solution or wisdom for being able to cope. Sometimes before we can plant seeds, we have to plow up the soil and amend it. The soil may not be good and if so, nothing will grow. That applies to us spiritually as well. Forgiveness and bitterness have to be pulled out by the roots. They are weeds in our garden. Letting go of anger and disappointment too. Again, more weeds. Only when the weeds are gone, and the soil is right can we plant our seeds with confidence. A harvest awaits us if we are willing to do the work. That is how we can begin to walk in spiritual maturity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-2704382997598711910?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2704382997598711910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/autumn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2704382997598711910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2704382997598711910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TKN1hLqo1UI/AAAAAAAAKtc/DAEkw9ztIQM/s72-c/Autumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-3733325365024306777</id><published>2010-09-22T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T13:44:27.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TJpqnZgUwgI/AAAAAAAAKrU/-cS7fQA5tCw/s1600/HPIM4408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TJpqnZgUwgI/AAAAAAAAKrU/-cS7fQA5tCw/s320/HPIM4408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Treasures&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 22, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding, and if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding, and if you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God. For the Lord gives wisdom, and from his mouth come knowledge and understanding. -Proverbs 2:1-6 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waves rolling in to the beach don’t come empty handed. Coming ashore, they bring shells, seaweed, driftwood and anything else that may be stirring up in the sea. We have come to count on the incoming tide to sprinkle the shore with little ocean treasures. Stuffing our pockets with shells of all sizes is a fun past time for beach goers of all ages. Every time I go to the beach, I always find something to bring home. These gifts of the sea find their way to my windowsills, jars and shelves, to bring our family a smile, and to remind us of a most pleasant time at the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling jars with varieties of shells is certainly a show of my ‘tangible’ treasures from the sea. But, there are many gifts we receive in life that we can’t hold and feel, yet our existence is incredibly enhanced because of them. One of them is wisdom. Wisdom is defined as ‘good sense, accumulated knowledge of life, knowing right from wrong, having good judgement and having an opinion widely held’. God has placed some wonderful people in my path over the years that have brought me great wisdom. Perhaps you feel the same way, too. I can’t seem to get enough of it. I would be most content to share an afternoon with someone who has wise knowledge and insight into the important things of life. Surprisingly though, wisdom doesn’t always come from the aged and mature, but the very young, too. It’s the clarity of mind, the simplicity and the love of God that can make a person of any age, wise to others. Wisdom and understanding go hand in hand. Nothing compares to it, not riches, wealth or possessions. The Bible is filled with it. It comes from God, but I do believe He speaks to us through people He puts in our life from time to time. I relish the days that I am in the presence of a wise person. Wise counsel and Christian compassion are given freely. Wisdom gives us new understanding and a better way to look at any situation we may face. We will be rewarded if we seek wisdom and apply it to our lives. We all need it but not everyone wants to receive it. The Bible tells us that wisdom is sweet to our soul. Proverbs 18 suggests that a fountain of wisdom is like a bubbling brook within us. A wise person always seeks understanding, instruction and knowledge. That way, they may pass it on. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. James 1:5 NIV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-3733325365024306777?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3733325365024306777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/treasures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3733325365024306777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3733325365024306777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/treasures.html' title='Treasures'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TJpqnZgUwgI/AAAAAAAAKrU/-cS7fQA5tCw/s72-c/HPIM4408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-967399971425725373</id><published>2010-09-15T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:04:07.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TJFs-suX6uI/AAAAAAAAKhg/MP5Oj_VEuXc/s1600/HPIM8486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TJFs-suX6uI/AAAAAAAAKhg/MP5Oj_VEuXc/s320/HPIM8486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changing Direction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 15, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth Psalm 121:2 NLT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I recently walked the beach, I started to look for beautiful whole shells to bring home with me. Bending down and searching closely, there were just little pieces of broken shells littering the beach. I came across a broken sand dollar but decided to let it stay in its place in the sand and continued my search for a whole one. Usually when you find one you will find more. Soon I got tired of walking in the hot summer sun and decided to change direction and turn back. My pockets were still empty. I decided I would be happy if I could find that broken sand dollar on my way back. It would indeed be a real treasure after all. Almost giving up, there it was, in the sand, practically hidden because it wasn’t gleaming white, but was deep gray with tones of brown. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but I was thrilled to take it home. It would be a reminder of my day, when I consciously decided to change direction by shifting my focus and seeing with new eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard it said that God can use anyone. But sometimes we are not willing to be used by Him. Too many times we are busy at home and at work, careers, caring for family, rushing to and fro. When we are super busy and wrapped up in our own world, we often miss His voice. Daily living and personal interests all take time and God is set aside for another day. It is not intentional that we push Him aside like a broken shell, it just happens. But then, our whole world can get turned upside down when unexpected things happen that threaten our comfort, peace, relationships, finances, our life. The things that were once important have lost their meaning and value in our lives. It takes having a broken spirit and the choice to change direction to be able to see things with a new set of eyes. We learn quickly in our despair that all that matters is that God hears our prayers and helps us. While He has always been there, we consciously decide to make Him and our relationship with Him a priority. It is at that very moment that God can use us the most. Our relationship with God outweighs anything else that is happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to be at your lowest point for God to use you. But too often it takes being at our lowest to reach out and take His Hand. And when we do, He will help us. And He will use us. Our faith will build. We will want to share what we are learning and God will put us in places where He can use us. We can witness to family, lend a hand to a neighbor, provide encouragement to the young and old, or offer a prayer to a stranger, always sharing God and His Goodness. There is no limit to what God can do through us when we are willing to follow Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-967399971425725373?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/967399971425725373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/changing-direction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/967399971425725373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/967399971425725373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/changing-direction.html' title='Changing Direction'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TJFs-suX6uI/AAAAAAAAKhg/MP5Oj_VEuXc/s72-c/HPIM8486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-9077532470931527536</id><published>2010-09-08T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:35:56.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rip Current</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TIe7PADW_wI/AAAAAAAAKgo/eYX4QeskDKc/s1600/steps+in+thr+sand.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TIe7PADW_wI/AAAAAAAAKgo/eYX4QeskDKc/s320/steps+in+thr+sand.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rip Current&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 08, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the body is weak. -Matthew 25:41 NIV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rip current is often caused by a break in a sandbar, which then usually pulls the water offshore in a quick streaming path. Sometimes rip currents are temporary and more prevalent after storms, but some are permanent. With the rushing water going at a speed of 3 mph at times, the strength of a rip current can pull even a very experienced swimmer out to sea. The way to spot a rip current is to notice a change in the waves. If there is a choppy section of large waves where everything else is relatively calm, that may be a sign of this dangerous current. Water color is also an important clue to spotting rip currents. If the color of the water is much darker than the color around it, it could indicate a great depth, which could suggest a change in current. Of course, the idea is to avoid rip currents altogether, but if caught in one, the advice is not to panic, but to try to swim parallel to the shore in an effort to get out of the current. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When lifeguards and posted signs have informed beach-goers about the rip currents, sometimes swimmers continue to go in the water. It can be dangerous for everyone as the swimmer puts his life in danger and that of the lifeguard as well. The hope is that by knowing that danger is present, we should avoid it until it passes. The allure to enjoy a quick dip in the ocean is hard to resist, but to ignore the warnings is foolish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we live under a spirit of temptation, we find that we can quickly become out of control. Our focus can shift to finding short term pleasure, which we know doesn’t last. Then, we seek more pleasure and tempting thoughts and actions begin to dominate our minds and bodies. If we give in to it, it can cost us a lot, maybe even our life. God will strengthen us to say no. But, we must also do our part to stay on a straight and narrow path. He desires to fortify us with strong faith and strength to become overcomers, to live sensibly and to seek joy and contentment in our relationship with Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-9077532470931527536?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/9077532470931527536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/rip-current.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/9077532470931527536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/9077532470931527536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/rip-current.html' title='Rip Current'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TIe7PADW_wI/AAAAAAAAKgo/eYX4QeskDKc/s72-c/steps+in+thr+sand.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-6680199926315306500</id><published>2010-09-01T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:48:25.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TH6R3CHifvI/AAAAAAAAKFk/Rpq4mParlb4/s1600/HPIM3407+-Cropped.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TH6R3CHifvI/AAAAAAAAKFk/Rpq4mParlb4/s320/HPIM3407+-Cropped.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridges &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 01, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. I Cor. 13:4-7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that make the Outer Banks so appealing to me is the fact it is a string of barrier islands, surrounded by water, yet life is abundant and rich in many ways despite the remoteness of it. Over the years, bridges have been built to make the connection to the mainland easy. Now, on a hot summer day, those bridges are often congested with bumper to bumper traffic for those coming and going to enjoy the fullness of the area. The residents know that living on an island can be vulnerable at times when storms come through, but each person I have ever met that was a permanent resident wouldn’t trade living on the Outer Banks for anything! It is amazing that a bridge can be the connection to a different life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard people describe the term relationship as the bridge from one heart to another. How true. I reflect on my relationships and they are all different and unique, just like the people I care about, but the intention and feeling is the same…a desire deeply rooted in my heart to touch another’s heart with love. Love is a choice, not a feeling. The guidelines for how to love is found in I Corinthians. Some people we know adopted a daughter this week. They loved her before they ever met her! Our granddaughters were not born into our family however we couldn’t love them more. They were born from our hearts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are a two way street. Sometimes there are difficulties, silent treatment, distance and rejection. When we come across these occasions we are taught to continue to love and pray for the people we are connected to, then God sees our efforts and many times relationships are restored. It is important that we stay in prayer and focus on the good and not the bad traits of the person. Isaac Newton said “We build too many walls and not enough bridges.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the people in my life that keep me on course. How often to we veer off in another direction motivated by our wants and desires and make decisions that eventually make our life more difficult? Praise God for those that speak truth into my life, who are wise and can ask a simple question that causes me to stop and reflect. With love and strong ties that bind, those relationships are the ones I cherish the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineers often come to take a look at the underside of bridges, test its strength and proclaim it needs repairs or it is still a safe place to travel back and forth. Our relationships are like that. We must constantly make sure all repairs are done quickly, making sure the foundation is still secure and all surfaces are smooth and as much as it depends on us, live in love and peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-6680199926315306500?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6680199926315306500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/bridges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/6680199926315306500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/6680199926315306500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/09/bridges.html' title='Bridges'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TH6R3CHifvI/AAAAAAAAKFk/Rpq4mParlb4/s72-c/HPIM3407+-Cropped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-7988282282379051599</id><published>2010-08-25T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:26:14.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seaweed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/THVEE1ZPuLI/AAAAAAAAKFc/3-0qjGUQFDw/s1600/285image1-Seaweed+Photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/THVEE1ZPuLI/AAAAAAAAKFc/3-0qjGUQFDw/s400/285image1-Seaweed+Photo.JPG" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seaweed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 25, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to you and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Psalm 30:11-12 NIV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seaweed is found in the oceans of the world. Even though seaweed has the appearance of being plant-like, it is a marine algae and not a plant at all. There are thousands of species of seaweed that are known. They are basically red, brown or green in coloration. Seaweed is very beneficial to us with many uses ranging from food to fertilizer. But they are primarily a food source for marine animals and even provide shelter for many fish. There are underwater forests dense with seaweed that are called kelp forests. Seaweed does not have roots but instead has a special anchor called a “holdfast” that keeps it in place. Sometimes heavy wave currents can break the anchor and send the seaweed to shore. I must admit that when I walk over the sand dune to find a shoreline full of seaweed, I am not overjoyed. Mounds of drying seaweed that litters the beach is an unexpected sight and it spoils the landscape. It means we have to step over it, walk around it or try to ignore it until it rolls out to sea in the next tide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen that attempt to spoil our joy on a daily basis. Little things and big things. It is inevitable. Disappointments seem to roll in to our life at times with the swiftness of an incoming tide. Sometimes we can ignore them but sometimes not. Before long we feel overwhelmed. Don’t let the enemy win! Focusing on our problems and circumstances can cloud our vision and rob us of our joy. God gives us a choice of how to approach these ‘twists and turns’ on the journey of life. We can choose to override the problems and face each day with a positive attitude and a heart full of gratitude. Or, we can complain and murmur and sink deeper into the problem at hand, taking loved ones with us in a downward spiral. Expecting a life free from challenges and problems means living unrealistically. But what we can expect is that God will show us ways to deal with and conquer the challenges we face today and those of the future. Our God is a God that helps, encourages, teaches, guides and comforts us in all times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-7988282282379051599?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7988282282379051599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/seaweed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7988282282379051599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7988282282379051599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/seaweed.html' title='Seaweed'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/THVEE1ZPuLI/AAAAAAAAKFc/3-0qjGUQFDw/s72-c/285image1-Seaweed+Photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-5661707068748931511</id><published>2010-08-18T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:47:36.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TGxiqhxiwnI/AAAAAAAAKE0/RVC-8y_Ms3g/s1600/HPIM3244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TGxiqhxiwnI/AAAAAAAAKE0/RVC-8y_Ms3g/s320/HPIM3244.JPG" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;School&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 18, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways –Psalm 91:11 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is that time again. Summer is coming to a close and it is time to buckle down for a new school year. The children will cross another bridge into a new adventure of learning and growing. I remember fondly the days of trying to understand my kids’ bus schedule, shopping for their back to school clothes, getting them fresh haircuts and packing their new backpacks with all the essentials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won’t be long and fall pumpkins will appear on doorsteps, the weather will chill and first report cards will be issued. Soon, refrigerators will be plastered with artwork from the little ones; and older students will start science projects with boiling lava that will dominate the dining room table for weeks. Chorus concerts and school plays will be added to the calendar, too. It goes by fast. W. B. Yeats said, “Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire”. How true! We want our children to be on fire to learn. To press forward with enthusiasm at their new discoveries and to spark an interest that develops into a lifelong passion. We as parents must instill in our children the knowledge that school is a place of opportunity and adventure. A place to learn, discover and try new things on for size. Apply your heart to instruction and your ears to words of knowledge. –Proverbs 23:12 NIV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is sometimes hard to let our children leave the nest for the big world. I wish I knew then what I know now. We can pray for God’s Protection over our children all day and all night. Now not a day goes by that I don’t ask God to watch over my children and their families. Psalm 91 is a Psalm of Protection and sometimes that is what I will read as my prayer for them. It is just as important as a good breakfast, getting to school on time and doing homework….in fact, it is vital that God hears our prayers for them asking that no weapon formed against our children will prosper. There will be bumps on the knees, visits to the clinic, hurt feelings and the occasional brush with the class bully, but it is our children’s hearts and minds that we are praying for, as well as their physical protection. And we might add to our prayers a blessing for the teachers. They are truly special people with a heart for our children and education. They deserve our appreciation, gratitude and support for all they do as teachers and important role-models.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-5661707068748931511?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5661707068748931511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5661707068748931511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5661707068748931511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TGxiqhxiwnI/AAAAAAAAKE0/RVC-8y_Ms3g/s72-c/HPIM3244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-8465952849635523509</id><published>2010-08-11T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T09:01:18.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Shells</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TGLJPm8tP2I/AAAAAAAAKEY/NEvvmhXzo0o/s1600/HPIM0730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TGLJPm8tP2I/AAAAAAAAKEY/NEvvmhXzo0o/s320/HPIM0730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sea Shells&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 11, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased. - Hebrews 13:16 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seashells come in a great range of size, color, texture and patterns. Some shells have features such as grooves, ribs and spines. They are made up of calcium deposits. The diet of the shell’s inhabitant also determines the color of the shell. Some shells are very rare while others are abundant. Depending on the type of water, wave action, current and water temperature available, these factors will determine what a shell collector will likely find during an early morning stroll by the sea. To find a perfectly shaped shell to tuck into my pocket for safe keeping is a joyful reward. Whelks, banded tulips, scallops and sand dollars top my list of favorites. Shells are a token of a visit to the beach. Rarely can anyone resist stooping down to collect a pocketful for the trip home. I think that shells are nature’s gifts, which are blessings from God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the many different kinds of shells that we collect on the beaches, we are very unique, too. He made us to be “one-of-a-kind” and there is something special and original about each of us. Each of us has been blessed with God-given gifts, talents and skills. But those blessings also come with a responsibility to use them and share them. Each day we can use what he has given us to make a positive impact around us. He has entrusted us with many things that we can pass down, and by doing so, our gifts can become someone else’s inheritance. And we are never too old to learn and experience new things ourselves. Maybe there is someone who is ready to share their gifts with us! God blessings are visible everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-8465952849635523509?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8465952849635523509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/sea-shells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8465952849635523509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8465952849635523509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/sea-shells.html' title='Sea Shells'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TGLJPm8tP2I/AAAAAAAAKEY/NEvvmhXzo0o/s72-c/HPIM0730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-3109854758582832963</id><published>2010-08-04T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:11:45.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TFnJdl1tHyI/AAAAAAAAKD8/ERtCeEKbPro/s1600/HPIM5714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TFnJdl1tHyI/AAAAAAAAKD8/ERtCeEKbPro/s320/HPIM5714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Limits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 04, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible." -Matthew 19:26 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our children were small we definitely had to set limits for them. At the beach, they wanted to wander off and take walks. We either had to go with them or when they got older we would say, “You can walk to the pier and then turn around and come back.” We would set limits based on what we knew and what we could see. Later, they understood limits were used to define what they could and could not do. As parents, there is no limit to our love for our children and because of that, we want to steer them in a good direction and down right path that will help them and not hurt them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limits and boundaries are great tools in raising children, establishing order in our lives and in the world, but not in our spiritual life. Have you ever set limits on what God can do in your prayers only to find out that He blesses you more abundantly that you could imagine? Faith is allowing God to do it His Way without the limits and obstacles we place in front of Him. It is simple really. We want to always be the one behind the wheel, steering by ourselves when we should defer to Him. Sometimes I think we actually hinder ourselves with our limited thoughts when we should surrender to Him, the one who knows no limits. Each time I have done that, I have realized that God delights in surprising me and giving me so much more than I ever expected. God’s love for us is limitless and so is His grace and mercy. He wants to bless us beyond and above all our expectations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-3109854758582832963?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3109854758582832963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/limits.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3109854758582832963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3109854758582832963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/08/limits.html' title='Limits'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TFnJdl1tHyI/AAAAAAAAKD8/ERtCeEKbPro/s72-c/HPIM5714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-4166953772031627990</id><published>2010-07-28T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T13:38:33.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TFCVLnUqjRI/AAAAAAAAKC0/kOF2Ze_B6k0/s1600/HPIM4266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TFCVLnUqjRI/AAAAAAAAKC0/kOF2Ze_B6k0/s400/HPIM4266.JPG" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heat Wave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 28, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord watches over you— the Lord is your shade at your right hand; -Psalm 121:5 (NIV)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent heat wave charted record heat as the thermometers have soared. Extremely hot weather can be dangerous, it is definitely unwelcomed and most definitely uncomfortable at the least! On those sweltering days, there doesn’t seem to be a respite from the heat. Swimming pools feel like bath water, umbrellas offer little shade, and trying to stay hydrated seems to be a full time job. Early morning walks on the beach can be the most pleasant time of the day, and a slight evening breeze can be cause for celebration. And yes, to pray that the air conditioning continues to work is something we can do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a thermostat within us. Our temperature is regulated and most everyone’s is 98.6 degrees. If something is out of kilter, if we are sick, it may register higher. That is one of the first things that a medical professional will do to evaluate a patient is to take their temperature. When everything is “normal”, we feel fine. If not, our body reacts with a change in the temperature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever stop to think that we have an emotional thermostat as well? If all is well, we are light-hearted, laugh easily, and we are good company for someone. Our mood is steady and neutral and we are at peace with everyone and everything. If we are having our own “heat wave”, if we are angry and worked up, it shows in our emotions and actions. We don’t mean to, but we can allow our bad mood, our frustration, our anger to spill over to spoil the mood for everyone else. A crowd of people can be affected by the actions of just one person. For instance, the boss comes in the office in a bad mood and everyone scatters. But a warm, friendly receptionist can be the first smile of the day and it sets the tone in the office. Not only can this principle apply at the office, it works for home, school and church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is within our power to become a godly thermostat wherever we go. We can choose to shake off anything unpleasant and walk into a room with a cheery hello, a compliment, offer a kindness, or give a smile. There are numerous things we can do. One person can make a difference. Sometimes all it takes is for one person to reflect the heart of God and the tide of the day will change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-4166953772031627990?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4166953772031627990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/heat-wave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4166953772031627990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4166953772031627990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/heat-wave.html' title='Heat Wave'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TFCVLnUqjRI/AAAAAAAAKC0/kOF2Ze_B6k0/s72-c/HPIM4266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-3190920797778832536</id><published>2010-07-21T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:36:48.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TEdMO8eNB0I/AAAAAAAAKCY/GbZkyeW7AX0/s1600/HPIM4362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TEdMO8eNB0I/AAAAAAAAKCY/GbZkyeW7AX0/s320/HPIM4362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Decisions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 21, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps. -Proverbs 16:9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do with today? That is the question before us each morning. Decisions must be made each day. Big ones and little ones. Important ones and those that must be made just to get through the day. If you are on vacation, you have a multitude of things to do from going to the beach to sightseeing, fishing, climbing dunes and more. If you are going about your daily life, you are probably a creature of routine and like me, can get bored occasionally with the same things. God gives His Children free will. There is no reason to keep doing the mundane when we all, no matter what our age, our financial status or our health, can make decisions for ourselves. School kids on summer break, who are used to being taught and disciplined by teachers, often find difficulty getting self motivated. Being told what to do by teachers and parents, they forget how to think for themselves and miss out on a lot of summer creativity and fun. The same applies to older folks. They have done the same thing at the same time each day for so many years, they don’t think to rearrange their time and do something different to give their spirit a lift. Whatever decisions we make, it is important not to offend God with our choices. He allows us the free will to please ourselves and we can tailor many things we do to our personal likes and dislikes while staying obedient to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a plan. Every day matters and so does our life. God lets us live here because He has something for us to do. Everyone, at any age has been given gifts, abilities and 24 hours each day. It is up to us how we use what God gives us and how we can glorify Him at the end of the day. We strive to reach our goals but then we can get sidetracked because our circumstances or our surroundings have changed and we must change our plan. Being adaptable is good because sometimes when changes seem to “mess up our plan” it actually turns out for the best. Part of a plan is to have our list made, the priorities reviewed and our agenda mapped out. That is our part. Then the most important part is to lift it all up to God for His Review. If God agrees with us, He makes a way. He sets the path and He walks with us along our journey. We are never alone or left to our own. God stands besides us all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-3190920797778832536?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3190920797778832536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3190920797778832536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3190920797778832536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TEdMO8eNB0I/AAAAAAAAKCY/GbZkyeW7AX0/s72-c/HPIM4362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-7306226652755396659</id><published>2010-07-14T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:29:53.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Second Chance" Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TD4QJlK8hoI/AAAAAAAAKB0/3KCyizSDGDE/s1600/HPIM1773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TD4QJlK8hoI/AAAAAAAAKB0/3KCyizSDGDE/s320/HPIM1773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Second Chance" Garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore&amp;nbsp;Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 14, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease. Genesis 8:22 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I decided to subscribe to the saying, “Bloom where you are planted”. There are a few things about my life I wish I could change. Some things are within my control and some things are not. But I determined that there is good in every situation and I should not miss an ounce of it. We are seven months into the year and I have been pleased with my progress. I have tried new things, enrolled in a class that interests me, become more conscientious about taking better care of my body and losing some unwanted pounds. There is just something spiritual about watching plants and flowers grow. So we decided the tackle a backyard garden. I researched books and seed catalogs, talked to other backyard “farmers” and decided it was something I could do. Herbs, okra, tomatoes, peppers and cucumbers were planted and it seemed we had enough for not only our dinner table but for the neighbors, too. What a great feeling of accomplishment and to enjoy the generosity of sharing with others! Our intentions were good and honorable but then something went terribly wrong. Downpours of summer rain flooded our garden and disease set in quickly. I couldn’t bear to watch our garden slowly die so there was only one thing to do, we pulled it all up. We may be inexperienced but we are not quitters! Hopefully our persistence will pay off. We were able to find a few remaining vegetable plants still healthy at the garden center that needed a home. We planted them in large well draining containers where we can move the tender plants in and out of the intense sun and any more deluges of rain when necessary. We are calling this our “Second Chance Garden”. What is the lesson? To keep trying. Not to give up. Go for another chance at success. If we don’t cultivate there is no harvest. If we planted absolutely nothing, we would have nothing in the end. It is that way in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is biblical about the parable of sowing and reaping. It isn’t enough to want something and simply pray for it and expect God to do all the work. He gives us time, talents, skills, abilities, wisdom and common sense. Those are our tools. He also gives us desires and wants. We can take the tools He gives us and we work our life like it was soil. We should be careful about the seeds we let take root in our life. Meaning, keep things in our life good and pure, honest and with good intentions. If we water our seed regularly which translates into daily prayer, then we can expect, no, we should expect to see sprouts coming out of the ground and before long a true harvest springs forth. Whatever we are hoping for, we should search our heart and seek God’s direction and make sure we are doing our part to plant the seeds for the abundant harvest we desire. If whatever we have been doing is unsuccessful or has failed, we must find another way. There is an old proverb that says, “I dreamed a thousand new paths... I woke and walked my old one.” That doesn’t have to be us. God will bring us ideas and creativity so we can truly “bloom where we are planted”… even if it takes a second planting to get it just right!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-7306226652755396659?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/7306226652755396659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/second-chance-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7306226652755396659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/7306226652755396659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/second-chance-garden.html' title='&quot;Second Chance&quot; Garden'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TD4QJlK8hoI/AAAAAAAAKB0/3KCyizSDGDE/s72-c/HPIM1773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-8218515359002436033</id><published>2010-07-07T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:06:28.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pea Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TDS0Bm2pYwI/AAAAAAAAKBc/hE7szVdPfQU/s1600/Clouds.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TDS0Bm2pYwI/AAAAAAAAKBc/hE7szVdPfQU/s320/Clouds.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pea Island&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 07, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. - Psalm 18:2 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pea Island National Wildlife Refuge could also be called paradise. The refuge was established in 1937. It is one of the few places on the Outer Banks that appears untouched by man. The natural beauty of the changing dunes, grasses and vegetation is the perfect setting for the many ponds, flats and marshes found throughout this 13 mile stretch of land. With over 5,800 land acres, it is located north of Hatteras Island and 10 miles south of Nags Head. This is home to approximately 365 bird species. To be able to enjoy Pea Island today and all its inhabitants, we are grateful to those that had a vision many years ago to preserve this area for years to come &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful beaches and serenity has always made Pea Island a favorite place for our family. A place to soul-search and be still. The beaches are perfect for long walks. It is important for each of us to have a special place to go. It is when we are quiet that we can hear God’s voice on the inside of us. He recharges us and breathes new life into us. When we become stale and stagnant, He gives us a push and guides us. He uses our times of solitude, meditation and worship as an opportunity to reveal things to us. Pea Island is a perfect place to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life to take time to enjoy the beauty He has surrounded us with. With just the sound of a distant bird, the ocean waves lapping the shore and the coolness of a summer breeze, Pea Island can be a refuge for us too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-8218515359002436033?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8218515359002436033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/pea-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8218515359002436033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8218515359002436033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/07/pea-island.html' title='Pea Island'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TDS0Bm2pYwI/AAAAAAAAKBc/hE7szVdPfQU/s72-c/Clouds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-3022790036228984408</id><published>2010-06-30T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T08:07:56.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TCtdtb6l4nI/AAAAAAAAJz0/18w0XKphItI/s1600/HPIM4254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TCtdtb6l4nI/AAAAAAAAJz0/18w0XKphItI/s320/HPIM4254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore&amp;nbsp;Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 30, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now learn this lesson from the fig tree: As soon as its twigs get tender and its leaves come out, you know that summer is near -Mark 13:28 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenes of summer are everywhere. Lots of traffic converging to the Outer Banks as vacationers arrive with great anticipation. Vegetable stands, one after the other, line the journey to the shore with some of the first harvests of the season, squash, cucumbers and tomatoes. Rows of colorful umbrellas dot the beach for as far as the eye can see. Brand-new beach towels hang over the rails of rental cottages along the Beach Road. Where the full time residents live, the landscaping is manicured with splashes of color from beds of daisies, day-lilies and the occasional hydrangea, my favorite. Some driveways are bordered with shells collected from the winter, along with piles of gray conchs casually placed at the base of brightly painted “beachy” mailbox posts. Backyard grills come alive with the smell of hot dogs and hamburgers that linger in the early evening air. Neighbors, families and friends gather for annual crab feasts and corn on the cob, while catching up with each other. Summer is the time of year when everything seems to come together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, I am not the only one that feels so carefree and happy at the beach. The salt air seems to wash away my problems and concerns. The sand between my toes doesn’t annoy me…instead it lets me know I am “home”. The smell of suntan lotion evokes many childhood memories. Perhaps my favorite summer memory is recalling my grandmother’s fig preserves with lemon. Only she could make it her own special way, from her small tree in the backyard, surrounded by a single row of bricks. I love July. The sky is still blue with wispy clouds circling overhead before the hazy gray days of August rolls in. I cannot bear to be indoors this time of year. I don’t want to miss any of God’s beauty and creativity. I will praise Him for these beautiful and bountiful blessings, the sights and sounds of summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-3022790036228984408?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/3022790036228984408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3022790036228984408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/3022790036228984408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/july.html' title='July'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TCtdtb6l4nI/AAAAAAAAJz0/18w0XKphItI/s72-c/HPIM4254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-2114448776876680551</id><published>2010-06-23T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:36:22.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TCI2WPvsZqI/AAAAAAAAJzo/blJPBJys4a8/s1600/Front+Porch.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TCI2WPvsZqI/AAAAAAAAJzo/blJPBJys4a8/s320/Front+Porch.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 23, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography by Liz Brown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: Ecclesiastes 3:1 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer season is here! This week, the calendar changed from spring to summer but it feels like summer has been here much longer!! The hot, lazy days of summer brings all kinds of memories to mind like the excitement surrounding the last day of school, summer babysitting jobs to make money, watermelon eating contests, and family picnics at church softball games. And things like Sunday ice cream socials using the old homemade ice cream machine and tree-picked peaches, the smell of fresh-cut grass, the sweet fragrance of a summer rain, homemade lemonade and packaged Kool-aid. Best of all were those great memories of swinging on a porch swing and going barefooted til September. A great season for great times! I have come to realize that whatever season I am in I seem to love it the most! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go through seasons in life and it seems once we get used to something, the season changes and we must adapt and reshape our thinking, and perhaps our life to accommodate the adjustments. Summer is the season when many families pack up and move to another town for a better opportunity. Kids are packing for college; kids are coming home from college. Summer weddings in June are plentiful. So many life changing moments and events seems to happen during this time of year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we handle the changes in the seasons in our lives? How do we teach our children how to adapt? Do they see us frantic and resistant to change as we try to maneuver our way through life? Hopefully, we know from our Christian walk that God has already supplied us with the graces to deal with anything that comes to us or happens to us. His mercy and grace gives us the enthusiasm to accept things we cannot change, the peace to move forward, the joy for a new adventure and overall contentment for where we are. So much of our joy is tied to our contentment. God does not make mistakes. He has placed us in every season of our life. We can look back, not with regret, but with gratefulness. We can look forward, not with fear, but with confidence that we have all we need. There is no reason why we couldn’t prosper in whatever season we find ourselves. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers. – Psalm 1:3 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As empty nesters, my husband and I had an adjustment to make and it coincided with a move to another state over 2000 miles away. I did have regrets and sadness, but now know it was wasted time. If we can accept willingly where we are and do our best to be obedient to God, we can expect to see good things revealed in our future. So much energy can be lost through deferred contentment such as thinking, “I will be happy when I can move back home”, or “I will be happy when this happens or that happens”. We can have joy and contentment now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saint Francis of Assisi once said, “A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a 99 year old woman the other day that was upright, walking on her own and we shared a bench together for a brief visit. I asked her what did she attribute her long life to and she said long ago she chose to be happy. That was what I needed to hear that day. Was that just a coincidence? No. Was it another divine appointment? Yes, I believe it was. Another reminder that how we approach life can have a profound effect on us regardless of the season we are in. Happy Summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-2114448776876680551?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/2114448776876680551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-reflections-by-sea-betsy-ore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2114448776876680551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/2114448776876680551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-reflections-by-sea-betsy-ore.html' title=''/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TCI2WPvsZqI/AAAAAAAAJzo/blJPBJys4a8/s72-c/Front+Porch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-4441305742960106549</id><published>2010-06-16T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:48:00.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TBmMrNlZ9HI/AAAAAAAAJzM/FFNVzwO_BJw/s1600/Flag+Windsock.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TBmMrNlZ9HI/AAAAAAAAJzM/FFNVzwO_BJw/s400/Flag+Windsock.JPG" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father's Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 16, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the Lord delights in a man's way, he makes his steps firm; though he stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand.- Psalm 37:23-24 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father’s Day came about in the early 1900’s when a young girl listening to a Mother’s Day sermon wanted to also honor her father. In 1924, it became a national idea and President Calvin Coolidge supported the idea. It was President Lyndon Johnson that established the 3rd Sunday in June as Father’s Day in 1966 and President Richard Nixon signed it into law in 1972. We all have a father and we count ourselves grateful if we had a godly father that brought us up to know our Heavenly Father. Especially this time of year we each may reflect and reminisce a bit on how our father helped to shape the life that we enjoy today. We also want to honor and remember the many wonderful men that have been mentors to us and shown fatherly wisdom and guidance when we needed it. And never to be forgotten are the mothers that have stood in for the father for whatever reason to keep the family going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this Father’s Day, many fathers are serving in the military away from home. We pray for their family, their heavy hearts and for their safe return. General Douglas Macarthur described how he wanted to be remembered. Not as a soldier, but as a father. He said, “But I am prouder - infinitely prouder - to be a father. A soldier destroys in order to build; the father only builds, never destroys. The one has the potentiality of death; the other embodies creation and life. And while the hordes of death are mighty, the battalions of life are mightier still. It is my hope that my son, when I am gone, will remember me not from the battle field but in the home repeating with him our simple daily prayer, 'Our Father who art in Heaven'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We offer thanks today for the fathers that we celebrate in person, in our hearts or in our memories. Most of all, if there is anyone of us that is lacking a fathers’ love, our Heavenly Father can shower us with His Love in rich abundance and fill all the empty spaces to overflowing. There is no greater gift that a father can give, but of himself. Inheritance, riches and possessions don’t measure up in the end. Remembered are those precious times, when father and child sat side by side, and talked of everyday things, the future and of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-4441305742960106549?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4441305742960106549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4441305742960106549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4441305742960106549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TBmMrNlZ9HI/AAAAAAAAJzM/FFNVzwO_BJw/s72-c/Flag+Windsock.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-5222964931549185036</id><published>2010-06-09T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:48:59.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TBBSWzAXkuI/AAAAAAAAJvQ/Gz0DEZdlh8A/s1600/HPIM0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TBBSWzAXkuI/AAAAAAAAJvQ/Gz0DEZdlh8A/s320/HPIM0106.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Grandparents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 09, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. "Honor your father and mother"— which is the first commandment with a promise— "that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth." Ephesians 6:1-3 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the book of Ephesians in the Bible. Six short chapters but filled with guidelines and the “do’s and don’ts of Christian living. For me, it is the book of the Bible that puts in all in order. We are guided as to our relationship and obedience to God, our relationship to the church, our spouses and children. Chapter 6 begins by telling the children to obey their parents for it is right. In my youth I tried to do what I was told but didn’t always like it. I thought that my parents enjoyed controlling my actions and my thinking. And I was quick to dream of what it would be like when I could do what I wanted, when I wanted to do it. Well, that is overrated. ‘Know that now - ‘didn’t know that then!! Actually this command to obey our parents is part of God’s law. Children need wisdom, guidance, structure, discipline and most of all a good, godly example to follow. Anyone that attempts to undermine this most important relationship between parent and child is going against God. Grandparents sometimes do this and it teaches the child to be disobedient or to not trust their parents. It plants seeds of doubt in the mind of the child. God set up the order of things and we are to follow if we are to be obedient. We are blessed to have grandparents that honor parents and love the children. That is how it should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, it was my relationship with my grandparents that sustained me at times. Our time together was short but the memories everlasting. I always knew that when I could be a grandparent, I would model myself after my dear grandmother that I called, Nanny. She taught me about God, we drew pictures of Jesus from old church bulletins, she walked with me along the beach and we picked up sticks of driftwood for the evening fire. It is no wonder I love the beach so much. It represents unconditional love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am a grandparent myself I must choose my words and actions carefully. To not cross boundaries, undermine the parents’ authority, to respect them and their parenting and to be silent when things may not be my business. I raised my children and am proud of what my husband and I did. It is now my children’s turn to raise their families. I must always remember my place and that is one of support to both parents and grandchildren. My grandchildren are loved, adored, disciplined and encouraged to be the best they can be. I am excited to know that one of my granddaughters will be flying out for a nice visit this summer. We will cook, bake, swim and talk. We have morning devotions; we enjoy Starbucks and adore ice cream. My granddaughter and I love to play in the pool until we are waterlogged! “Sunday morning donuts before church” is the #1 item on her “to do” list when she visits. We will attend church and I will swell with pride when I see her sing her heart out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents are the most trusted and cherished group of people ever!! It is with good reason. Grandparents love without condition. They overlook the latest trend, trying to see the person inside that is searching so hard to find an identity. They give freely and expect nothing. They offer serenity and a peace that only comes with experience and wisdom for the years that they have lived. Grandparents can be the towering lighthouse in the family with the light of love and God that protects everyone. I believe our only job as a grandparent is to be sure our grandchildren see God’s Light shining through us in the way we love them and honor their parents, treat them, and care for them and nurture their family. Is there any grandparent that has never prayed with their grandchild? Do it. It is the sweetest voice in the world to hear a child talk to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-5222964931549185036?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/5222964931549185036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/grandparents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5222964931549185036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/5222964931549185036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/grandparents.html' title='Grandparents'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TBBSWzAXkuI/AAAAAAAAJvQ/Gz0DEZdlh8A/s72-c/HPIM0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-6406358691037481720</id><published>2010-06-02T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T14:43:34.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TAbQMQcqEhI/AAAAAAAAJug/rWesrt3PCUM/s1600/HPIM4260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TAbQMQcqEhI/AAAAAAAAJug/rWesrt3PCUM/s320/HPIM4260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 02, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much Luke 16:10a NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is nearing when many families will begin coming to the beaches for their summer vacations. The beach will appear festive from the vivid colors of the umbrellas that take their place in the sand. Bright colored beach towels and plastic beach balls will also be a part of the landscape at the beach. It reminds me of travelling to the Outer Banks when we were children for our week of vacation each year. There was such anticipation and excitement that surrounded that time. We learned to find enjoyment in every day. It was a good lesson to learn at a young age. We cherished the sunny days and played hard in the surf and sand. On the rainy days, we caught rainwater with our newly purchased pails and shovels and built sandcastles, under our cottage, held high on stilts. When we had too much sun on our tender skin, the family would take a day trip in the car to see the sights. At night there were card games, skating at the roller rink or family tournaments of putt-putt. No time was wasted, yet we returned home from vacation very rested and content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking what we had and making the most of it, is a philosophy that has stayed with me through the years. I have observed some people that have very little, yet they live so rich. They use their talents and skills to create a contented, charming lifestyle and God seems to bless them with more. And then there are those folks that seem to have everything, yet they are disgruntled and greedy for more. I think God would have us enjoy each and every day that He gives us. There are hidden treasures in each day and it is our job to find them. Making the most of what we are given is showing our grateful appreciation to God for the many gifts and opportunities He has given us, and continues to give us daily. The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy. Psalm 126:3 NIV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-6406358691037481720?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6406358691037481720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/6406358691037481720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/6406358691037481720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/06/vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/TAbQMQcqEhI/AAAAAAAAJug/rWesrt3PCUM/s72-c/HPIM4260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-1726819835875136095</id><published>2010-05-26T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:24:08.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/S_2RQqU23CI/AAAAAAAAJpw/I7aqbvjPfcg/s1600/HPIM7531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/S_2RQqU23CI/AAAAAAAAJpw/I7aqbvjPfcg/s320/HPIM7531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lifejacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 26, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will lift my eyes to the hills – From where comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1- 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Memorial Day weekend will be a busy time on the waters. Boaters will take extra care and special precautions to ready their boat to be sure it is seaworthy and equipped with everything needed to ensure a great experience. Lifejackets are required to be on board. No ifs, ands or buts. It is a must. It is the ultimate backup plan to protect those on the boat if there is trouble aboard or on the water. I like the idea of a lifejacket. It makes me feel secure, safe and gives me confidence to venture to places I’ve never been. It is nice knowing there is something to help me if I need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually, this is a good question to ask, “Where do you turn to for help when you need it?” I know for certain that we can find help in the Bible. The Bible is filled with love, direction, wisdom and guidance. We can ask for help and it will be revealed on the pages. While God may send help we don’t have to be powerless while we wait for it though. We can seek it and find it. It is the greatest source. I bought a little book recently and it contains all of God’s Promises. For anyone needing help and wisdom in what to do, how to react, what to believe, we can find His Promises in His Word. It is like clothing ourselves in a spiritual lifejacket! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have heard of several people that are hurting whether emotionally, physically or spiritually. Life isn’t easy. Things happen. Each circumstance has been an occasion for calling out to God for help. And He hasn’t failed. Whatever your need is, whatever your concern, take it to God. Is there anyone that can go it alone? No. Would you walk by yourself in an unfamiliar place, in the dark not telling anyone where you going? Of course not. It is too risky, it is unsafe. But there are so many that will travel the roads of life without anyone to help them, guide them or light the path. They try to do it by themselves. Our help comes from Him. So does our strength and our ability to keep going. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cast your cares upon Him, for He cares for you. -1 Peter 5:7 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out to someone that has crossed your path that needs to lean on you a little bit. Help to make their time of trouble a little easier. Share a prayer, a scripture or just a simple smile. Offer them a lifejacket of hope and help. Let God show through you to them. God will finish what you have started. And when you shift your focus from your own problems over to helping someone else through their trials, you may find that your own burdens and worries don’t seem quite as heavy anymore. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. - 2 Corinthians 1:3- 4.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-1726819835875136095?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/1726819835875136095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/lifejacket-reflections-by-sea-betsy-ore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1726819835875136095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/1726819835875136095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/lifejacket-reflections-by-sea-betsy-ore.html' title=''/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/S_2RQqU23CI/AAAAAAAAJpw/I7aqbvjPfcg/s72-c/HPIM7531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-6603979998240982808</id><published>2010-05-19T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:01:31.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Fences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/S_QZLQv2SaI/AAAAAAAAJpU/729UYw5rGSk/s1600/HPIM0204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/S_QZLQv2SaI/AAAAAAAAJpU/729UYw5rGSk/s320/HPIM0204.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Broken Fences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 19, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for everyone – for kings and all those in authority that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. I Timothy 2:1-2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people that hurt our feelings with their unkind remarks, gossip and tales. Sometimes it is not even a word that is spoken, but a roll of the eyes, a smirk or a gesture. It only takes a moment, but the effects can be lasting. Perhaps a long-time friendship isn’t strong enough to overcome repeated assaults on individual taste, character and personal opinion. Some people feel it is their obligation to “speak the truth” no matter how hurtful it may be, particularly when imposing their beliefs or views. Some things should be left unsaid and only a wise person knows that. In everyday living, don’t you know people who tear down the self-esteem of others without remorse? Often we can adjust our lives to avoid folks like this because of the destructive impact they have on us. Then there are occasions when we have to endure being in their company. Being a Christian does not shield us from being in situations that are uncomfortable. But, what to do about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture today of the fence shows that it is twisted and broken. The people that stir up the commotion and leave behind them a trail of hurt reminds me of that broken fence. There is something missing in their life that they can inflict such hurt on others. Rather than scorn them, I believe God wants us to pray for them. It’s still okay not to want to be in their company very much, but we should double up the prayers asking God to do a work in them, starting with the way they treat us. Our understanding of his power to make changes in anyone’s life is limited, but we must have faith. I know this works. God hears us. God can rebuild a fence better than it was to begin with. He is the mender, the fixer. Have patience as God is doing His work. Hand God all of the broken fences in your life and then wait….and pray. The reward is peace, godly peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-6603979998240982808?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/6603979998240982808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/broken-fences.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/6603979998240982808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/6603979998240982808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/broken-fences.html' title='Broken Fences'/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/S_QZLQv2SaI/AAAAAAAAJpU/729UYw5rGSk/s72-c/HPIM0204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-8208092441316101459</id><published>2010-05-12T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:28:19.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/S-tHjXQS9NI/AAAAAAAAJeo/ZQ2HCFjyYxk/s1600/HPIM7772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/S-tHjXQS9NI/AAAAAAAAJeo/ZQ2HCFjyYxk/s400/HPIM7772.JPG" width="253" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking Care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore&amp;nbsp;Glass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 12, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life. -Proverbs 4:23 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was not able to spend time in the company of my children for Mother’s Day due to distance, we did the next best thing. We spent our day sending pictures back and forth on the computer, opening cards, unwrapping gifts and chatting on the phone. It was a beautiful day to be remembered and to remember my own Mother as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about the role of the mother in the family. While all families are different one thing remains the same: the mother is truly the heartbeat of the family. She is the center and provides the nourishment, order, structure, discipline, love and care on an everyday basis. This doesn’t diminish fathers at all, as we couldn’t do without them, but just for today, we are going to focus on the mothers. If she is the heartbeat of the family, she basically sets the tone in the household, as well. If she is happy, everyone is happy and if she is not, nobody is! My adult children love to tell the story now, but years ago when they were young teens, if I had to discipline them, they were quick to call their Dad at work. They would tell him I was all stressed out and attempted to warn him, failing to mention they hadn’t done their chores or homework, which was the justification for the discipline in the first place! My husband and I laugh now at how crafty they thought they were. When those phone calls came in about “Mom being hard on them” he knew it was rightly deserved and he never let on until years later. I find it quite humorous that my adult daughter is now dealing with the same issues with her daughter! Yes, I guess history repeats itself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers can handle a lot of things but they are not immune to stress. If the mother is taking care of everyone, who is taking care of her? Mothers can give so much at times that they become depleted, overworked and stressed. It can take a toll and then the whole family is affected. This past week, little stresses started to multiply within me, until all of a sudden my heart rate was high and it wouldn’t slow down. Doctors can prescribe medications and that is the easy part. The hard part is to control the emotions and stresses that can overtake us at times. Being overwhelmed can happen to anyone, even those with a mild temperament. It turns out I need to do a better job of “sweating the small stuff”. I have heard it said that stress isn’t something that happens to us; rather it is our response to what happens. We just have to be aware that we have a choice what we let in to our spirit and what we reject. I’m working on it, and I can tell you that prayer helps a great deal and I couldn’t live without it. Specifically asking God to pour out His Peace is a great start. Staying positive, in faith, with hope, expectation of good health and having a grateful attitude is the only place I want to be. God will help us to filter out the unimportant and negative things than take up unnecessary space in our heart and instead, He can keep us in joy and peace with gladness. He is always there, taking care of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-8208092441316101459?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/8208092441316101459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/taking-care-reflections-by-sea-betsy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8208092441316101459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/8208092441316101459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/taking-care-reflections-by-sea-betsy.html' title=''/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/S-tHjXQS9NI/AAAAAAAAJeo/ZQ2HCFjyYxk/s72-c/HPIM7772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-4061692996875078793</id><published>2010-05-08T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T07:18:22.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/S-VyoW-AGFI/AAAAAAAAJeA/ELlIz2aasLc/s1600/Carnation.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/S-VyoW-AGFI/AAAAAAAAJeA/ELlIz2aasLc/s320/Carnation.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Remembering Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea © Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 08, 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guide you in the way of wisdom and lead you along straight paths. –Proverbs 4:11 NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned of a tradition associated with Mother’s Day when I was just a little girl. If you wore a white flower on your dress, in your hair or on your lapel on Mother’s Day, it meant that your Mother had passed on; and if you wore a red flower that meant that your Mother was living. As little kids we mostly wore the red roses we tore off the rose bushes that were on the church grounds on our way to Sunday school. Lots of the grownups did the same thing, but many of them gathered around the white rose bush. That memory is so vivid, yet so long ago. I remember being glad then that I could wear a red rose, and I am still glad of it today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave each of us a Mother. Our relationship with our Mother changes and evolves over time. The first smile we saw was our Mother’s. Then spending years of nurturing us through childhood, she equally dispensed kool-aid and band-aids. Teaching us and learning from us all at the same time. Molding and shaping our teenage thoughts with a healthy dose of discipline and love to smooth over the hurts we encountered along the way. Cheering us on with each milestone and letting us go when it was time to start our own life. Then, being available anytime, just in case, and offering advice tenderly when she sees us making a wrong turn. A Mother knows to choose her words carefully because they are being stored up on the inside of her children. Whether your Mother is here today or in heaven, know that God blesses us with the sound of her voice in our ears and hearts to continually guide us along our path. That is a gift from God to have our Mother’s wisdom to hold on to forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978715247179779915-4061692996875078793?l=reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/feeds/4061692996875078793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/remembering-mothers-day-reflections-by.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4061692996875078793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978715247179779915/posts/default/4061692996875078793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsbythesea.blogspot.com/2010/05/remembering-mothers-day-reflections-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Betsy Ore Glass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15589137058738898488</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/S-VyoW-AGFI/AAAAAAAAJeA/ELlIz2aasLc/s72-c/Carnation.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978715247179779915.post-338958436577060240</id><published>2010-04-28T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:12:52.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/S9iIWL-EtzI/AAAAAAAAJcw/-o1W9yJMCno/s1600/Forward.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYr8FJw5kI/S9iIWL-EtzI/AAAAAAAAJcw/-o1W9yJMCno/s320/Forward.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflections by the Sea by Betsy Ore Glass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 28,2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He trusts in the Lord; let the Lord rescue him. Let him deliver him, since he delights in him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Psalm 22:8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boat ride can be fun, and in order to really enjoy the experience I think that having trust in the captain is all important. I want the captain to know the boat, know the water, understand the weather and be familiar with the navigation charts. It makes for an easier ride if there are no worries and the captain is fully experienced and capable. I would hesitate to take a boat ride with a captain that showed inexperience. The depth finder and radar are so helpful, but ultimately it is his skills that come with experience that will help the captain guide the boat because of his knowledge and ability to handle the vessel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of each day lies before us are all the choices and decisions we must make. We may not have the great skill and knowledge of a professional boat captain to apply to our life. We may be navigating uncharted waters as we deal with choices before us. Some days can seem a bit overwhelming at times with so much facing us and many people depending on us. We wonder what is the right thing to do. Often we will poll our family and friends for their advice, only to come away more confused than ever, even though they love us and mean well. Those decisions that simmer day after day on the back burner eventually have to be handled. They can’t be put off another day. But what if you don’t know what to do? God says we are to trust Him. God has a way of directing our paths and we are not aware of it. If we go down the wrong path we will surely know it because nothing about it will work out. We will come across too many obstacles which sometimes is God’s way of telling us we have veered into the wrong direction. Just as soon as we make the correction, we get a “knowing” on the inside of us that we are where we need to be. When we are in God’s Will everything seems to fall into place. It is by His design because He has been working behind the scenes to line up the right people, right circumstances for our situation. Basically, He has made a way. And what if you want something so bad and have prayed so hard for it and it isn’t happening? Don’t despair. Perhaps God’s Timing and our timing are not in sync. It doesn’t mean it won’t happen, it will only happen when God anoints it to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions face each of us. Big ones and little ones. Life-changing decisions and the simple ones that are easily forgotten by the end of the day. To keep from wasting steps and time, consult God before each decision. His wisdom is ever abundant and He always has our best interest at heart. And if you feel like you haven’t heard from God about what to do, start moving in the best direction and make the best decision you can. God likes to see us use the wisdom He has given us. And if it is to be, God makes a way. And if it isn’t, God will stop us with delays, cancellations, and a whole string of situations will stand in front of us that will prevent us from moving forward. He has the plan. He knows what is best. We don’t have to explore uncharted waters alone. 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