tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77096098547301040042024-03-13T01:09:51.503+01:00LIFE's LESSONSHand in Hand we learn...Alone we stop.
As I experience each day - I am learning - from my husband, my children, from my church, my community, the world, and ..........most importantly from MY GODNoeline Clare-Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021693605117006095noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709609854730104004.post-67352398913993923892012-09-05T06:38:00.001+02:002012-09-06T09:02:09.829+02:00Prostitute - Judge? Love?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today I had the privilege to meet with a young woman who was brave enough to share with me that she had lived the life of a prostitute for many years. She shared with me how she had grown up not knowing the value of family love, of a nurturing family, but she did say that while she was growing up and while she was working as a prostitute she prayed. She prayed that God would show her another way. To take her out of her situation. Gently but positively she gave her life to Jesus. She did not have a huge mighty revelation of His love and forgiveness she just came to a better understanding of His love. Her love of her new life is infectious and inspiring. She taught me so much today. I am humbled and I am so much better off for having met her.
Speaking to her today and reminding her that Jesus used a prostitute to teach us about judging others and their lifestyles made her smile. He loved her through every encounter she had with paying clients, He wept with her each time. He never left her.
My prayer for her is that as she shares her testimony that folk who listen do so cautiously and take care to not look at her in any way different. I pray that they love her with the love of Christ as He taught us. I pray that she is never hurt by anyone judging her and her past. I pray that she finds a valuable job and does not have to go onto welfare, I pray that her daughters are protected and she is able to look after them as she wants to. I pray that she is never tempted to accept another call from a "John". In Jesus name I pray for protection.Noeline Clare-Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021693605117006095noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709609854730104004.post-79154178440995319812012-08-29T04:36:00.001+02:002012-08-29T16:36:04.440+02:00Choice, circumstance, LIFE?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOiDoLJG0mU/UD4oDh5eN9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nBwLtzvGAyk/s1600/Venice%2BBeach%2BDrs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOiDoLJG0mU/UD4oDh5eN9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/nBwLtzvGAyk/s320/Venice%2BBeach%2BDrs.jpg" /></a>
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Venice Beach, California.
Beautiful beach, bodies, sand and sun. Seems the ideal place. A place everyone wants to be. Yet I left there with a very sad heart. So many folk walking around, laying in the sun, or just sitting who are so high I wonder if they know where they actually are.
A young girl sitting on the boardwalk with a sign that simply says "HUNGRY, will take any of your left overs."
I counted 6 shops advertising "Medicinal Marijuana" from U$30 to U$40 at discounted prices. Sage leaves being sold everywhere and some shops advertising "Salvia" this causes strong hallucinations and out of body experiences.
As I walked around I was wondering to myself, "Could I ever allow my child to end up like some of these people who live here, on the beach, or around the corner out of the sight of the police only to return as soon as the sun is up to start their day again?" No matter what our children do to us or to society or to themselves I could never imagine allowing this to be where they end up. The sadness around this beautiful setting is tangible.
As we gave this young girl a pizza slice from our "left overs" I looked her in the eyes and said God Bless you, she looked away. I gave her a bottle of water and again said God Bless you. I should have done more.
I feel guilt at missed opportunity, I feel sadness for these young and old who have ended up in a situation like this.
Where are their parents, children, siblings? The unseen?Noeline Clare-Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021693605117006095noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709609854730104004.post-14871251196618339422012-06-28T20:28:00.003+02:002012-07-02T12:54:39.766+02:00PRIDE OR SERVICE<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">This last
week has been "<i>tough</i>"...I have had to take a very long look at
myself, my motivation and my work. I have always worked in projects, community
or something "<i>good</i>" for others. This last week God has been refining
me - we normally call it "<i>refining fire</i>"...I can tell you the heat
was put to maximum...we have been taught that the "<i>hotter the fire</i>"
the more perfect the result...my word....it was difficult and hard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I had to
examine myself and why I do what I do. While pondering this and wondering about
all the blessings and failures I came to realise that I had to change a lot
about me. The main one being my "<i>prideful</i>" attitude. I love to talk
about what I do, the projects I am involved in and the blessings we have
received. I talk to anyone I meet taking every opportunity and I have justified
this in my own mind that when I speak to them about what "<i>I</i>" do I ask
them if there is anything they can do to help us (donations, time, etc) - so
justifying my "<i>prideful conversation</i>". God guided me to the scripture
below..I have quoted it in two different translations:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Matthew 6: 3
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">NIV - 3 <i>But
when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand
is doing,</i> 4 <i>so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father,
who sees what is done in secret, will reward you</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Message - 2-4"<i>When
you do something for someone else, don't call attention to yourself. You've
seen them in action, I'm sure—'playactors' I call them— treating prayer meeting
and street corner alike as a stage, acting compassionate as long as someone is
watching, playing to the crowds. They get applause, true, but that's all they
get. When you help someone out, don't think about how it looks. Just do
it—quietly and unobtrusively. That is the way your God, who conceived you in
love, working behind the scenes, helps you out.</i>"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I spoke to a
very trusted spiritual friend and explained to her what was going on in my mind
and heart and told her that I look at her and her peaceful attitude and
generous heart and I would love to be more like her and less like me...and she
told me that she struggles with exactly the same. Did this make me feel
better...no...this was my journey and if we share a path then I know that at
least I am not alone in this and I felt comforted and not as condemned as I had
been feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I know I am
loved unconditionally, I am righteous in Christ, I just need to take care that
the God I am serving is my God, Lord and Savior and not my work. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I thank God
that He is constantly REFINING me .... I thank God that He has opened my eyes
and ears to His teaching. I thank God that He has made me brave enough to share
this with folk who I have been "<i>boastful</i>" to....I thank God that I am
forgiven and loved by Him. I ask you for forgiveness if I have been boastful
instead of humble.</span></div>
Inspiring blogger:
<a border="0" href="http://www.leavingalegacyblog.net/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r87/mmoo1978/ShariBtn.png" /></a>Noeline Clare-Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021693605117006095noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709609854730104004.post-61840046519954898812012-06-18T20:51:00.001+02:002012-06-19T20:09:43.764+02:00POVERTY - HIV - TWINS?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is Fikile she is the mom of Phindie and Phindile...the twins I have messaged about before. Phindile is the little one who is having glasses fitted to try and rectify her very severe squint.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Fikile is HIV positive and I have her permission to publish her </span><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">photo and her story. Her CD4 count is below 300 which is terminal. She gets a monthly grant from the government of R560 which is US$73 PER MONTH.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is the only income she has. The father of her children threw a lit paraffin stove at her when she confronted him about the fact that she had tested positive for HIV - he had never disclosed his status to her....her burns landed her in hospital while pregnant with her twin girls. He is in jail serving a 5 year sentence. She has tried to find work but struggles due to her scars - people turn her away. She is dedicated to her two little girls and does not eat unless they have eaten - she does not take her ARV's as she does not eat often enough and the doctors have told her not to take the medication unless she has eaten. This is one of the stories from our school....she has asked me if she can come and work for me so that when she dies I can look after her twin daughters - who do not carry the HIVirus - Praise God. I am not able to employ her as I have folk working for me already. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The reality of being poor - unsupported - uncared for by a social system that is falling apart - this is just one story - there are 100's more. Please pray for this family that somehow we are able to help her with monthly food parcels, clothing for the children and her and their basic needs. Thank you.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you would like in any way to support them even if it is a written message to Fikile that I will give to her - please do so and God bless you as you hopefully remember them in your prayers. Our PayPal account button is published on the BLOG. </span><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thank you....</span></div>
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<br /></div>Noeline Clare-Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021693605117006095noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709609854730104004.post-28744484862270997482012-06-01T09:02:00.001+02:002012-06-01T09:02:06.991+02:00JUDGEMENT?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have a confession. I was asked
to help with a cause that looked after endangered children.
Obviously I jumped at the opportunity – it is what I do. BUT – the brakes were
quickly put on when I realised that the custodians of the cause were a married
couple – they were two women. Everything in me said no this is not right, this
is sinful, and this is so far removed from the will of God. I even asked
counsel from trusted spiritual friends and all but one told me about unequal
yoking, take care not to get involved, etc. One of my very wise friends Hayley invited
me to coffee and she allowed me to discuss my feelings and together we realised
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Yes homosexuality is sin – but so
is lying, deceit, adultery, murder, rape, abuse, not paying taxes.</div>
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Who am I to judge these two women
– this is an opportunity for me to confess my immediate judgment of them and to
ask them to forgive me. Am I any better than them? Am I perfect in my walk with
Jesus? Absolutely not. I fall every day. I struggle with stuff. But my stuff is
more than often hidden from the world it is secret stuff…the outward me looks
all put together – but you don’t know my struggles – I hide them well. If you truly
knew me and my struggles would you also say “Oh no, I cannot be with her, she
is a sinner?”</div>
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We are all sinners – I do not believe
that there are levels of sin. I believe that we have opportunity to minister to
anyone no matter what their confession is. I know we are instructed in the
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that is in conflict with the nature of God and His will is sinful. His nature
and will are revealed plainly in the Bible, and as such those things that are
contrary to Him are plain as well. There is an objective standard. We can know
the difference between right and wrong. And after determining the
difference, we ought to be careful to avoid all sin. Paul's question in 2
Corinthians 6:14, is a rhetorical one. He states, <i>"Do not be unequally yoked together with unbelievers. For what
fellowship has </i><i>righteousness
with lawlessness? And what communion has light with darkness?"<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i><span style="background: white; color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Matthew
28:18-20 “Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the
name of the Father and of the Son and of the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>Holy
Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I
am with you always, to the very end of the age."<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #333333; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">This is the foundation for evangelism and cross-cultural missions work in Christian
theology. Because the Lord's instructions were to go to<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><b>all nations</b><span class="apple-converted-space"> and that He would be with us until
the<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><b>very end of the age</b>, Christians of all generations have embraced this command.
As many have said, it's not "The Great Suggestion." No, the Lord has
commanded us to put our<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>faith in
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I will value your comments. I am going
to meet with these ladies, confess to them my judgment, ask their forgiveness
and then show them the work of Jesus that was done for ALL of us. <o:p></o:p></div>Noeline Clare-Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021693605117006095noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709609854730104004.post-81969130198023163582012-05-23T17:42:00.002+02:002012-05-23T17:48:39.050+02:00END TIMES? A CHALLENGE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We are constantly hearing sermons about "End Times" and the coming of Christ, warned about the "anti-christ". So much music being written today is so full of hatred, deceit, and being accepted by our children as "cool" "great beat", "don't worry mom it is just music," "get with the times, it is today's music" etc etc.<br />
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In a previous blog I wrote after attending a funeral of a very loved lady - I asked the question about making sure you do not wait for a funeral to let the person you love know how much you love them, how much you are amazed by them, how proud you are of them, etc.<br />
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Now my question is what are you doing about "End Times"? Are you preparing your life for it, and are you doing enough about your family to prepare them for the time Christ returns? Are you serious about reconciling with estranged family? My sister and I with our 2 brothers are in a time of enormous hurt. She is not speaking to any of us due to a misunderstanding that I do not actually understand however she is determined not to allow any form of reconciliation at all. My heart is broken, I have tried everything I can to try and understand her comments, have asked her to forgive me if I am the cause of her pain (that she says she is feeling), begged her to allow reconciliation before it is too late. But she is determined to remain silent, distant, hurt.<br />
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I ask you what you are doing and I am in a crisis of my own. So I have to ask myself the same question.<br />
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We are called to the Great Commission - with time shortening each day - are we making an impact on our world?<br />
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IMAGINE IF IN ONE DAY - EVERY PERSON OF THE WORLD SMILED AT SOMEONE THEY DID NOT KNOW. WHAT A HAPPY DAY THAT WOULD BE - and who knows it may open a door to be able to minister to that person. Will you take the challenge and smile at someone you do not know, and see if it allows for you to say hello as well, to tell them your story, to tell them the story of the love of Christ.<br />
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ARE YOU WILLING TO TAKE UP THE CHALLENGE?Noeline Clare-Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021693605117006095noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709609854730104004.post-58956579658526764972012-05-15T22:03:00.000+02:002012-05-15T22:03:01.053+02:00Children's angels see the face of God<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">This young boy joined us for a week of fun and fellowship at our Kids Week project held in the middle of Hillbrow - a part of Johannesburg city that is notorious for drug dealing, prostitutes, gangs, gun fights, murder, etc etc. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">One morning we witnessed the murder of a pedestrian who was walking past the church. He was randomly shot by a passer by. This was a normal occurance for the children who were with us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These children learn from their environment. Rape, assault, abuse, etc. All part of their normal day. We offered them a safe place and showed them how to touch each other in a loving way, how to play like a child, how to be silly doing action songs, how to laugh, how to trust someone who used to be a stranger, and we showed them a little of what Jesus was to us. As much as they learnt from us as a team - we learnt so much more from them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We as adults have such a responsibility to children especially those vulnerable ones - the Bible is very cautioning to us with this regard. I pray that you take the time to get to know a vulnerable child and show them the love of Christ.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">“See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that their </span><b style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">angels</b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven." Matthew 18:9</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" />Noeline Clare-Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021693605117006095noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709609854730104004.post-30895059789791010782012-05-10T08:26:00.001+02:002012-05-10T08:26:16.973+02:00How wrong could I be?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This is my husband Hugh and our first grand child, Keagan. We have been married for 30 years and I have to confess that I have failed miserably in some of the most important aspects as a wife to this man. I did not trust him to take charge of our family as the spiritual leader so I did it. He did not confess his faith in the way that I thought was RIGHT, so I denied him his rightful place. Being the quiet gentle person that he is - he just stepped back and quietly continued his relationship with God. Yet I complained all the time that I wanted him to be the head of our home, I wanted to be lead, I wanted to feel vulnerable and guided...all a lie.<br />
We went through some really tough times - not surprising. I had to get to a point to forgive him for some stuff - in the mean time it was me who had to ask him to forgive me. When I finally opened my stubborn ears to the whispering of God - I think by now He was yelling at me, shaking me - to gently go forward - to ask him for forgiveness - God restored a love in my heart for this man that is so overwhelming, sometimes suffocating that I feel so blessed, so warm, so loved, so needed, my husband is my rock, he is my everything - thanks to God who placed him there all those years ago - knowing that I needed refining and He needed to give me a strong man who would put up with my stubbornnes.<br />
I have finally learnt that when we are doing as God asks us - it all just WORKS OUT. I had to STOP doing it....it is not about "JUST DO IT" it is more about allow it to happen the way God wants it to.<br />
The priest in my home has now started a short dedication time in his morning meetings with his staff. What more can I say? Was I holding him back all these years? Lord forgive me.Noeline Clare-Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021693605117006095noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709609854730104004.post-60225804394705180362012-05-08T16:10:00.000+02:002012-05-09T04:26:33.867+02:00PANIC? PAUSE & PRAY?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>This bull elephant came around the corner saw our vehicle, did not like us and charged us...he came so close to our car the next photograph I took was completely out of focus. Very frightening experience. We definitely panicked, paused and certainly prayed.</i><br />
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How do you deal with situations? The last two weeks have been extremely traumatic for me personally and some situations for my family as well.<br />
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My son asked me this morning - "What on earth is going on, why is everything going wrong, people dying, etc, etc."<br />
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My answer to him was this time the events are having an effect on us because we are so close to the situations. Just think how the folk felt with the devastation of their countries through war, earthquake, terrorist attack, and the enormous death tolls.<br />
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In the last 10 days I have experienced the death of a dear friend and mentor, the death of a very good friends baby, 2 funerals both with children of the mother who died and the sisters and brother of the baby crying out loud, the death of a very loved elder in our church whose wife found out 2 days before he died, that she was pregnant after trying for 9 years to fall pregnant, the relapse of a 7 year clean from drugs pastor - he ended up in ICU and is still there fighting for his life - he is a brand new dad as well. What is going on?<br />
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Do we question God? Do we panic? I HAVE to pause and pray this is the only way I know that I can get through all this STUFF. The enemy is on a rampage. We have been given a commission - to win souls for the Kingdom...the more days that go by and we have not undertaken to help change someones life is a wasted soul in this crazy world. The souls that die and have not received this promise and assurance of a new life as we know through Jesus Christ is our responsibility. Are you willing to take this responsibility? The enemy is defeated we all know that he has no authority - then why is there death, suffering, relapse, tears. We have to take charge, we have to win souls, we have to win this WAR. We have to hold hands together that will link up to our Lord and Saviour whose Hand is always outstretched. Amen.Noeline Clare-Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021693605117006095noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709609854730104004.post-80779652843810742512012-05-06T08:28:00.000+02:002012-05-06T08:28:07.611+02:00TOO LATE?Yesterday was a day of so many emotions. Attending the funeral of Charlotte Galela in the morning and then celebrating the birthday party of my son's girlfriend.<br />
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Charlotte's funeral was a celebration of her life that she DID WELL. She served her daughters unfailingly, her church faithfully - when there was a shortage of funds she would use the last of her money to cook, bake and sell the produce and give all the profits to the church and it was always just the right amount they needs, serving in her community for years - with soup kitchens, community support and then opening a FREE BY FAITH pre-school in a squatter camp. Every message that each person gave was a message of love, everyone telling the congregation what an amazing, generous, kind, loving, upstanding woman of God they saw her as. So many tears for our loss of this incredible woman. Even her pastor confessed to us that he argued with God pleading with him not to take her the night before she died - because we needed her - the community needed her, her young daughters needed her.<br />
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Do we wait for the funeral of a loved one to tell everyone else how important they are to us? Do we wait for the funeral to sing the praises of this person? Do we spend enough quality time with the most important people in our lives? Don't wait until it is too late. You will regret every second when they are gone. Heaven is not a place to say sorry I did not tell you how much I loved you, appreciated you, was amazed by what and who you are, was proud of you, will miss you when you are gone - that is what should happen here NOW, every day.Noeline Clare-Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021693605117006095noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709609854730104004.post-32229877354468970852012-05-03T21:06:00.001+02:002012-05-03T21:06:32.275+02:00EncouragementI have been encouraged to continue with my blogging...this is extremely daunting but I am going to give it a go. I know that God uses me to speak to folk...is that obnoxious...I hope not. I love ministering to broken people, being able to share STUFF from my life that has equipped me to share is what makes me excited and sharing what God has done in my life is such a privilege. I will carry on with this giving a little history of ME...so you get to know me...and then lets see where God leads me....would love feedback.<br />
God bless you all.<br />
IN HIS SERVICE<br />
<br />Noeline Clare-Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021693605117006095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709609854730104004.post-9085839953639302752011-10-03T19:40:00.000+02:002012-05-04T01:34:59.358+02:00CONNECTION BETWEEN JEWISH HOLY DAYS AND THE GESTATION OF A HUMAN BABY – FROM CONCEPTION TO BIRTH<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">"Looking at a series of photographs of the miracle of conception.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">1. The first photo is of the sperm and the egg - On the 14th day of the first month, the egg appears </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">PASSOVER Starts on the evening of the 14th day of Nisan (first month of Jewish religious year)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">2. The egg must be fertilised within 24 hours, or it will pass on</span></div>
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OF UNLEAVENED BREAD Starts 24 hours after Passover. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Represents
seed/grain that fell into the ground and died in order to produce a
harvest, the first fruits of which was presented to God
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">3. Within 2 to 6 days, the fertilised egg attaches itself to the wall of the womb and begins to grow</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">FEAST OF FIRST-FRUIT Festival of planting - is observed from 2 - 6 days after Passover </span></div>
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Picture embryo (arms, hands, fingers, legs, feet, toes, a head and
eyes - all seen at 50 days - embryo takes on familiar form of a human
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">PENTECOST 50 days after Passover - new creatures were made </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">5. On the first day of the 7th month the baby's hearing is developed</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">FEAST OF TRUMPETS First day of 7th month was the date for the Feast of Trumpets </span></div>
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10th day of the 7th month, the haemoglobin of the blood changes from
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> DAY OF ATONEMENT
The blood made acceptable, when the blood was taken into the Holy of
Holies - 10th day of 7th month </span></div>
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15th day of the 7th month, lungs become fully developed. If born
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Shekinah glory or Spirit of God on its own New Testament Greek term pneuma, normally translated as "breath" is applied to the Holy Spirit. Tabernacles is also called the house of the spirit. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">HANUKKAH Feast of redidication or new life starts. 9 months and 10 days after Passover </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">CIRCUMCISION Hanukkah runs for 8 days" </span></div>
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HUMAN BEING COULD HAVE POSSIBLY UNDERSTOOD THE GESTATION PERIOD 3500
YEARS AGO. THE ESTABLISHMENT OF THE JEWISH HOLY DAYS WAS GIVEN TO
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<i><span class=""><span class="caption">Safe in His Hands....."before I formed you I knew you" Jeremiah 1v5</span></span></i></div>Noeline Clare-Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021693605117006095noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709609854730104004.post-64826824861945620652011-09-18T22:41:00.000+02:002012-05-04T00:41:29.839+02:00A typical day?<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">How often have we read messages from friends or family about things that have happened during the a normal day that was definitely not predicted? My friend Kathy from the UK often posts the funniest stories of mishaps that occur from Howard almost blowing up the garden shed while he and Grace do their science experiments or in one day Faith cutting her own fringe and Grace changing her password and then forgetting what the new one is. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My comment to her was a typical day......but it isn't. If we all put together our own personal little mishaps in one place imagine the smiles we could make of peoples faces when they read especially if their child has just done something unbelievable that they are convinced that no other child has ever done or that no other mother has ever experienced?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I remember Roxanne when she was about 2 years old and ate a handful of rattex pellets.....twice.....can you imagine what the doctors thought of me the second time we rushed to emergency rooms? Also my brother cutting my hair off when I was a little girl. My brother and our cousin painting my uncles brand new landrover with enamel green paint. etc etc.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">All in a typical day of being a mom.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So I encourage all of you who have had a typical day change course by something hilarous, strange, scary, unbelievable......share with us let us laugh with you, cry with you and unburden ourselves.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">God bless</span>Noeline Clare-Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03021693605117006095noreply@blogger.com0