Friday, 27 April 2012

ANZAC Day!

An ANZAC poppy


Hi all!

Many of you, our dear readers, will probably be unaware that last Wednesday (25th of April), we in New Zealand commemorated one of the most important days in the history of our country. This is known as ANZAC Day and it is our way of remembering all those who have sacrificed their lives fighting for peace and freedom for our country. It marks the day that Australian and New Zealand soldiers landed at Gallipoli during World War I, where many of them lost their lives.

Well, I’m not going to go into all the history of that event (you can visit the New Zealand history website at http://www.nzhistory.net.nz/war/anzacday if you are interested), so I thought I’d just share a short story I wrote when I was about 13 in order to commemorate this event, which is so important to me and others throughout New Zealand and Australia. I haven’t had time to edit it so apologies for any errors or historical inaccuracies! 

God bless!

From,
Violet

Memories
A Story of the ANZACs and Our Nation

A little old lady sits perched on her chair, head gently falling on to her chest as she gradually falls asleep. The radio blares on, droning out news items which are of no interest to her “ . . . and three Victoria Crosses have been stolen . . .” Suddenly the old lady is wide awake, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She recalls a day in 1917, when her father was awarded a Victoria Cross posthumously. Her mind wanders even further back . . . 

1914. The old lady is now a little girl clinging to her father. “Don't go daddy!” she sobs.“Please George!” the girl's mother is pleading too, tears sliding down her cheeks. “I must go.” The man is trying to be brave but you can hear the tremor in his voice. “I must fight for our country like all the others. Be brave and please write to me. I want to hear all about our little one growing up.” He strokes the girl's hair and kisses the woman's cheek. Without another word, he turns and walks away, mingling with the crowd of New Zealand men destined to die. “Daddy!” the girl cries desperately one last time, but it is too late.

The old lady snaps back to the present with a shock and continues to listen to the news. “The museum's alarm went off sometime between midnight and 6am and staff soon realized that displays had been broken into. Our nation is shocked that such a thing could have happened, especially when you realize what the medals signify – the coming-of-age of New Zealand and the sacrifice of countless lives for our country.” The newsman turns to other events of the day: a murder, sport, the weather. With a shuddery sigh, the old lady turns off the radio and leans back into her chair. Slowly, she drifts off to sleep. . .

Loud bangs. Thudding feet. Guns drumming out continuously. A man is shot in the leg, another in the arm, one in the chest. Gasping. Shouting. George feels numb with the shock of still being alive. Just moments ago he killed a man. “The Turk was going to shoot me if I hadn't shot him,” he reasons with himself. More screaming. Sweat courses down George's face and drips on to his hands which are covered in blood. His or someone else's? He doesn't want to know. Blood is on the ground and the dead and injured lie side-by-side. The stench is overpowering. He trips over something – probably another body. He falls to the ground and tastes dirt mixed with sweat and blood. Something moves nearby. “Not a Turk!” he prays silently. He sees the flash of a bullet before it strikes his left thigh. Then another - this time in his chest. Faces swim before him - the triumphant grin of a Turk, his daughter and wife . . . Then everything goes black.

The old lady wakes up shaking. This nightmare has haunted her for many years, ever since her mother told her that her father died at Gallipoli. Tears stream down her cheeks as she remembers his kind face, gentle smile, rough fatherly hands. “He was proud to be a New Zealander,”she cries aloud. “I don't want his memory to be forgotten. ”

A few months later, the lady is again listening to the radio. She has almost despaired that the Victoria Crosses will be found again. But . . . “The Victoria Crosses stolen on December 2nd , 2007 have been recovered!” exclaims the news reporter. “Lord Michael Ashcroft of Nelson offered a reward of $300,000 and this week the missing medals were handed in to authorities. They will return home to the Waiouru Army Museum after security arrangements have been reassessed. New Zealanders from across our nation are gladdened by this good news.” The old lady gasps and breathes a prayer. “Thank you, dear God.” she murmurs. “The honour of our nation has been restored.”

Acknowledgement of Sources:
  • “Victoria Crosses stolen from museum” Oskar Alley, The Dominion Post, Sunday, 02 December 2007 (www.stuff.co.nz)
  • “Stolen military medals recovered” www.stuff.co.nz Saturday, 16 February 2008

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

The Camp of a Lifetime! Part 1: The Journey to Camp

Violet and Daisy before leaving on the
bus!! 
(Written by Daisy and Violet while travelling home from it)

Well, we are back! We’ve been away for almost a whole week, up at a camp in Northland, New Zealand (approximately 8 hours away from where we live, so an exhausting journey)! Daisy’s mum drove us up to it, and on the way, we had lots of stops for photo shoots! So, as we didn’t take any photos during the camp itself, we’ll fill this post with lots of neat pictures from our photo shoots.We hope you like them! :)
Violet enjoying her fluffy 
Daisy outside Brown Sugar
cafe
Our first stop was at a cute little cafe named (appropriately!) Brown Sugar Cafe. This “sweet” name suited the place so well, as Violet soon discovered while enjoying her lovely warm fluffy. We both so much liked the decorations in this cafe, that we couldn’t help but take photos of every flower we liked there!!

We had a few other photo shoots along the way, and arrived at last at the home of a friend of Daisy’s mother, where we stayed the night. That evening, we took a lovely stroll out to see some glow-worms behind the house (in a central city forest!) which inspired some potential story ideas which we hope to post in the future.

The next day (Monday) we had a quick beach walk, which resulted in our favourite photo shoot of all (we particularly love this one of Daisy with her arms outstretched, standing on a rock)!  Then we headed off to the bus station where we were to meet with the other campers – Daisy’s younger brother came too. We had a quick bite of Subway and then our adventures began!

The bus trip took about an hour to take us further North. We both chatted together nervously yet excitedly, still unsure but recognising some faces from previous camps. On the boat trip, however, we began making new friends and reacquainting ourselves with old ones. Violet loved this boat trip, as always – with the lovely scenery and sea spray! Finally, we arrived at the camp location and unloaded the boat. There was great excitement as we were all sorted into teams, though we were sad to discover that we were not in the same team, nor the the same cabins. :(
  
Daisy's team - Silver Foxes
Each team was set the challenge of designing a team name, flag and chant based on their colour and the camp theme of “agents”. Daisy was in the silver team which was dubbed the “Silver Foxes” because foxes are fast and smart (although Daisy found it hard to see how that related to being an agent for the Lord)! Daisy’s younger brother and Violet were in the gold team, which was called the “Gold Finger” after a James Bond movie (Violet found this likewise hard to understand, having never a watched any Bond movies). The other teams were green – “Le Frogs” (connected to the French resistance) and Lilac (“00 Lilac”).
Violet's team - Goldfinger 

Then it was time for dinner, followed by our duties which we were rostered for according to our groups. After that we had our first sermon for the camp. The preacher this year was Mike Beck from Gracenet Community Church in Wellington (visit their website at http://www.gracenet.co.nz/, and his pastoral blog at http://gracenetblog.wordpress.com/). We both felt really encouraged and inspired by his messages, and we hope to each do a post on what we got out of his sermons at some point, with the prayer that it will also help you in your walk with Christ.

However, that is more than enough for one post, so, Lord willing, we will tell you more about our camp adventures soon!

Monday, 23 April 2012

A Little Bit More Sunshine...

Oh dear... it seems I am becoming a little obsessed with doing posts like this - but I hope you will enjoy them!! :) These photos are mostly from photoshoots which Violet and I have taken over the course of the year. Quite a few of them are also from our recent trip up north!! :D Anyway, hope ya like it!!! :)
 
"When you feel close enough to God, you know you are not close enough. Those closest to God always aim to be closer." ♥
 
"Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairytale." :) 
  
"The world can be amazing when you're slightly strange." 
   
"Don't let someone who gave up on their dreams talk you out of going after yours!" 
  
"Remember, happiness is a way of travel, not a destination."  ~Roy Goodman~
  
"We must meet the uncertainties of this world with the certainty of the world to come." ~A.W.Tozer~
 
"The wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere. Peace makers who sew the seeds of peace with reap a harvest of righteousness." ~James 3:17-18~ 
This picture is a bit random, I know, but Violet and I took it
whilst up in Auckland, and its so pretty I just HAD to share it :D
"Life is like a mirror - you get the best results when you smile at it." ~Anon~ 

 
"Yet this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. I say to myself, "The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for Him."
The Lord is good to those who hope in Him, to the one who seeks Him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord." ~Lamentations 3:21-26~

Well, I'm afraid that is all I have time for now, but I'm sure I'll be back with more pictures and quotes soon!! :) Hope you enjoy them!! 
God bless, Daisy ♥ xoxox 


Friday, 20 April 2012

The 100th Anniversary of the Titanic



The RMS Titanic: drawn for my book by a friend (thank you!)

I know that it has been the 100th Anniversary of the Titanic this month, though I am a bit late in posting about it. We really ought to take the time to remember the Titanic, and those who perished in this event. I could easily go into more detail about the Titanic, having researched it a fair bit (I did a project on it for home-schooling, and later a massive internal on it in school for history), but as the event is well known, I feel that it is better simply to remember and learn from this tragedy. I found this article which is really worth reading as we commemorate the event:


This event really reminds me of this verse: 

“Let not the wise man boast of his wisdom or the strong man boast of his strength or the rich man boast of his riches, but let him who boasts boast about this: that he understands and knows Me.” - Jeremiah 9:23-24 

I always find it a little hard to write about sad events like this, as I am aware that they really happened and really did affect people in such terrible ways. However, we need to remember that God is in control even in terrible events like these, and they should serve as a reminder to us to turn to Him, rather than always looking to ourselves and our own strength, or even the strength of others. He is the only way to Salvation. 

When I was 12, I was inspired to write a story about the Titanic after learning about it for a home-schooling project. It was centred around the lives of three girls: Margaret, a privileged upper-class British girl; Beth, a middle-class French girl; and Elsie, a lower-class Irish girl. They all become friends while aboard the Titanic, despite their diverse personalities, and were each affected dramatically in different ways (Ironically, soon after writing this story, I became firm friends with Daisy and Hyacinth and it is funny how much like the imagined characters we are!!! I am very much like Margaret, Daisy is like Beth and Hyacinth is like Elsie). Now I know not everyone is into reading book excerpts (I certainly find it frustrating as I don’t have the rest of the plot and so find it a little boring!) so feel free to skip this section. I have tried hard to find exciting parts of the story which should hopefully make sense provided you know a little bit about the history of the Titanic. Bear in mind that it was written when I was 12, so it is not fantastic and very little editing has been done to it, so my apologies for any mistakes! :) There are also undoubtedly some historical inaccuracies, and so if you spot any feel free to comment and tell me as I’d love to be able to improve it!

(As an aside, I'd appreciate you not reproducing this or the picture anywhere else. Thanks!) :)

Excerpts from:
 A Titanic Story

Elsie's Story
April 14th, 1912,  
Late evening,  
Aboard the Titanic

When I got back, Timothy [postscript: I should mention here that he is Elsie’s older brother and they are looking after their younger siblings as their parents are dead] jumped up, a worried expression on his face. “What took you so long? I was worried sick!” he exclaimed. As we didn't want to wake the young 'un's with our loud voices, we went up on deck. Few people were out at this time of night. Timothy stroked my hair. “After Mama and Papa died, I didn't want to lose you or the young 'un's either,” he began. 

It was then that I saw the iceberg. It was just a hazy white blot, glistening a pale white in the moonlight. And the ship was heading straight towards it! 

“T-timothy...” I stammered. 

“...So don't go off like that again, little sister,” he continued, ignoring me. “What did you say?” 

“ICEBERG!” I shouted. He turned around just in time to see it slice into the side of the ship. There was an ear-splitting, grinding sound and suddenly the Titanic gave a shudder. Gradually, the ship slowed down and came to a halt. I opened my eyes again. Bits of ice were strewn about the deck. I looked up at the first class decks and there I saw the Captain Edward J. Smith. He had a worried frown on his face, but a calm poise. Slowly, he turned away. Third class passengers appeared on the deck, all asking the same question: 

“What has happened?”

I turned to Timothy.

“I'll get the young 'un's.” I said.

Margaret's Story
April 15th, 1912, 
 Early morning,  
Aboard the Titanic 

As we sat hopelessly at the cafĂ©, I looked desperately around for a familiar face. I soon spotted Stuart. He made his way towards me. His usually jolly face was grim and straight away he said in a firm voice, “Margaret, go up to Boat Deck and get on a lifeboat now.” 

“But why...?” I asked, but he had already walked away. I took a deep breath and turned to face my parents. “Stuart says we must get aboard a lifeboat – and fast.” 

“Stuart?” Father frowned and looked as if he was about to ask a question, but I interrupted him by saying, “Mother and Father, please listen to me. The ship is obviously in danger of sinking!” 

Mother stared at me for a minute, then blinked and said in a husky voice, “The Titanic cannot be sinking - she is unsinkable. Let me have a cup of tea to calm my nerves.” 

“But Mother -” I whispered urgently. She gave me a look. When Mother gives you that look, you don't argue, you just obey. 

Mother had her cup of tea, sipping it daintily, watching me over the the rim of the cup. She seemed to have woken up out of her shock, so at least that was a good sign. Mother sipped her tea ever so slowly that I thought she'd never finish, but at last she gave a contented sigh and lay back in her chair. A band was playing jumpy, happy, tunes that I could almost believe nothing was amiss. But, once on Boat Deck, I immediately realized the full extent of our situation. The Titanic was on a slightly slanted angle, and I assumed she was taking on water – and fast. There was no immediate panic – a few passengers strolled around as if nothing was wrong. One man even smoked his pipe calmly! The panic seemed to have subsided a little – for the moment. A few lifeboats were being lowered.

All at once, Father dragged Mother and me over to a lifeboat.

“Get in one,” he said firmly.

“But, dear, what about you?” Mother had gone pale.

“Can't you hear?” Father said, sounding a bit irritated. “It's women and children only. No, Barbara, you and Margaret must go alone. I'll meet up with you when we are rescued.” He tried to look reassuring but I could tell from his face that he would probably not be rescued. For the first time, I realized how much I really loved Father.

“Oh Father, don't leave us!” I cried, and burst into tears.

He embraced me. “Margaret,” he whispered fiercely, “You must be brave for the sake of your mother. Now get aboard that lifeboat now.” I nodded obediently as if I was but a child, dried my tears and let Father lead Mother and me to the nearest lifeboat.

“Get in Charles, please!” Mother pleaded.

Father shook his head firmly. “My place is here,” he said. He and Mother had one last kiss, before Father turned to me. “Be brave,” he whispered, kissing me softly on the forehead.

A crew member helped Mother into the lifeboat, and then me. The signal for the lifeboat to be lowered was given and the ropes were let down by the crew until I thought they would snap from our weight. I looked up. Father stood there, the words 'Be brave' still on his lips. I closed my eyes for a moment as if this was a horrible nightmare that I would wake up from. There was a dull splash as we hit the water, and then we were away.

Beth's Story
April 15th, 1912,  
Early morning, 
Somewhere in the ocean

Almost as soon as I thought that we would just have to sit around and wait to die, the Titanic gave a sudden lurch and started to move. Annie and I grabbed onto a nearby pole. People were sliding down into the sea, screaming as they went. Annie gave a sudden scream of, “Bethy, help me!” as she slipped and fell in the bitterly cold water. 

“Don't worry, Annie, I'm coming!” I shouted after her. Taking a deep breath, I let go. 

I landed with a splash. I started swimming fast for the Titanic had started to slide into the ocean. I felt the water around me sucking, trying to drag me under the sea. I held my breath, and I could feel the very life within me fading away. Fortunately, it was my life jacket that jerked me back up to the surface. As I coughed and spluttered, I looked around frantically for Annie. My teeth started chattering as the water was ice cold, and I could barely call her name. At last I saw her. She had turned blue and was crying uncontrollably. Next to her was a corpse but it was not just any old corpse. It was Papa's dead body! I felt faint with grief. 

A piece of wreckage was floating near us, and I made a grab for it, but another girl got there first. She turned to face us and I saw that it was that girl, Victoria, whom Margaret had introduced to me only a few hours ago! 

“Go away, i-it's mine!” she said in between chatters. 

“A-alright, but p-p-please let A-annie on.” I was starting to feel numb with the cold. I didn't actually expect Victoria to grab Annie and help her on, but she did and then she helped me on. We huddled together for warmth and stayed like that, drifting in and out of consciousness, listening to the many calls for help. 

When most of those cries had died away, Annie whispered in a feeble voice, “I-I see a l-light coming our w-way. H-have we r-reached heaven?” 

Margaret's Story
April 20th, 1912, 
 In a hotel

I was beginning to get worried. Every day, Mother refused food and she wasn't sleeping well as there were huge black circles around her eyes. It was almost as if she blamed herself for the whole disaster, the death of Father and wanted to die! After three days of this nonsense, I'd had enough. Walking into her room, holding a tray laden with pastries and other mouth-watering delicacies, I shouted, “Mother!”

She looked up and lost her dreamy state for a moment, but soon her eyes returned to their hollow look.

“There is no point living,” she moaned.

“Oh yes, there is,” I said firmly, then in a gentler tone, “Mother, the Titanic sinking was not your fault, nor was Father's death. It was the good Lord's will.” Reaching for my Bible, I read aloud to her the story of the Tower of Babel.

“I think we were all like this,” I continued. “We all claimed that the Titanic was 'unsinkable' without any real proof. People said, 'God Himself cannot sink her.' So what did God do? By sinking the Titanic, He showed us that nothing we can create will ever be as almighty as Him.” I paused for a breath. “Mother, you must keep living, for me and for the sake of dear Father.”

I waited for her reaction. Slowly, with trembling fingers, she reached for a pastry. A small move, yet a big one. She was going to live.
~

Anyway, I know that this has been an awfully long blog post, but I think I can safely assume that if you have got to this point, you are probably as obsessed with this disaster and the lessons it can teach us as I am! So I’ll leave you with a few more links about the Titanic for your interest: 


The blog Unsinkable has some really interesting Titanic facts on it.

I REALLY want to read this book from over at the Living on Literacy Lane blog: 'Violets are Blue' by Elizabeth Rose, (character summaries from the book). :)

The In the Bookcase blog has been posting a lot of historical information on the Titanic which is worth exploring if you are interested.

God bless and remember Him this week! (As an aside, check out these posts by Gracie over at the It's a Beautiful Life blog as they really were a good reminder to me: Where is God when I'm Hurting?, Honesty).

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Chin Up! :)

A song for when you’re feeling blue. It’s from the old animated Charlottes’ Web movie, and always brings a smile onto my face!


And if you hadn't already gathered by the posts on this blog, we adore music and so we love to post all the neat tunes we find. And through other blogs, I have discovered an amazing piano composer called Brian Crain. I confess that upon hearing his music, I have fallen in love with it!!! So I just couldn't wait to post one of his tunes to share with you all. This one has to be my favourite currently, though it is so hard to choose a favourite as he has so many lovely tunes. Anyway, enjoy listening! 

Friday, 13 April 2012

Stranger



I heard this song by Anthem Lights the other day and really enjoyed it! I love the lyrics, speaking of how we are only strangers in this world - in the world, but not of the world!  We are just travelling through, our real home is in Heaven with the Lord. :D

Don't wanna settle in
This place is not my home


I am a stranger in this world, just passing through
Waiting on the Son to come down
Waiting on the Son to come down
I know that I will be on my way real soon
Waiting on the Son to come down
I won't be home 'til I'm with You

Here's a verse in the Bible that speaks about something similar:

Romans 12:2 "And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect."


With love,
Hyacinth ♥♥

Saturday, 7 April 2012

True Beauty

Violet and I are off to a Christian camp next week (we are so excited, by the way!!) and I was planning to get a post about beauty written before then. But today, I felt moved to write about a different sort of beauty. 
"Greater love has no man than this, that a man would lay down His life for His friends." ~John 15:13~ THAT kind of beauty.  

Created beautiful we were, in His own image - in the image of the Creator God. That is so special, to have been created in His image!!! 
But we ruined it all. Sin came along and stole the essence of our beauty - both internally and externally. We went as far away from God as it was possible to get, and no matter how hard we tried, we could not get back. 
But God loved us so much that, insignificant and undeserving as we are, He sent His only Son, His beloved Son, His perfect and holy Son, to die for us, to wash clean those who truly repent. Jesus died for us, so that we wouldn't have to be without Him. We are so unworthy and undeserving, yet He died an innocent death to save us. That is really beauty. 
And it wasn't just an innocent death - it was death by crucifiction - one of the cruelest and most horrible, torture filled deaths invented by the Romans. Jesus, the Son of God, the Prince of Peace, was beaten, tortured, ridiculed, hurt, and killed for us. He loves us so much that He chose to save us. He put up with all of that, for us. He forgave those who did it to him. He forgave all of us whose sins He bore. That is true beauty. 

"We can be mirrors that brightly reflect the glory of the Lord. And as the Spirit of the Lord works within us, we become more like Him." ~2 Corinthians 3:18~
What beauty can we, as Christians, show, if only we seek to be of the Lord!! Even a mere reflection of God's glory must be something beautiful to behold!!!!! Don't let sin "fog up" your mirror. Stay close to the Lord in prayer and worship, and focus on the beauty of the heart for that is true beauty. 
Sorry, just had to put this one - isn't it cute?! 

Have you ever noticed that the most beautiful people are Christians? They have a light in their eyes shared by no one else. That is true beauty. 
Don't be caught up in the world's cheap, counterfeit version. Store up your treasures in heaven, for that kind of treasure will last forever! ♥

As Easter Sunday dawns tomorrow, meditate on God's word and truly think about what Christ has does for us.
~His love is the only true beauty. Be a mirror. ~

God bless,
Daisy xox

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

God’s Creation–isn’t it amazing?

It’s when I see videos like this that I am once again reminded of the wonderment of God’s creation – and the way that He sustains us all on a daily basis without us ever fully comprehending it! And isn’t the creation story just amazing! God could have created it all in the blink of an eye, but He chose to spend time making it – making us. How often I forget this and become so wrapped up in my own little world, questioning God when things suddenly don’t go my way and becoming all too quick to blame him for it. At the moment, I more than anyone else need to be reminded of His control over our lives and His daily provision for us (I think this calls for me to re-read the Genesis account tonight!!!)

Whoever you are, your prayers for Daisy and I (as well as Lily and Hyacinth!) would be greatly appreciated, as we (just as everybody else!) go through difficult times in our lives, where it is easy for us to forget God or to begin to blame Him for things. And likewise, our prayer for you is that God will use this blog to draw you closer to Him.

I’m sure that there was more I was meaning to write, but I must confess that I have reached a blank so I’ll leave it at that for now (probably a good thing, or I’d begin to ramble)! And homework is calling . . .

Your sister in Christ,
Violet

Sunday, 1 April 2012

Romans 7: A Description of Myself

I was once having a conversation with someone, soon after I was converted which was during a difficult stage in my Christian walk. I was trying to explain my daily battle with sin, but I couldn’t put it into adequate words. Fortunately, the person I was talking to put it into words for me!  “You mean, like in Romans 7?” 

Of course, not having a very good memory for Bible verses and such things, I had to go as soon as I could to look it up and find out for myself what the verse said. And the Lord really used the words to work in my heart. Ever since then, I have felt that this is a perfect description of myself. While it demonstrates the true nature of our hearts, it also gives us lots of hope that we must be trusting in Christ to help us fight our sinful natures. I hope the Lord will use this to work in your life as He used it to work in mine (I have used the ESV translation and only parts of this passage, so for the full effect of theses verses, find it in the Bible!): 

Romans 7:15-24 (ESV)
“. . .  For we know that the law is spiritual, but I am of the flesh, sold under sin. For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate . . . For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out. For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want, it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells within me. So I find it to be a law that when I want to do right, evil lies close at hand. For I delight in the law of God, in my inner being, but I see in my members another law waging war against the law of my mind and making me captive to the law of sin that dwells in my members. Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, I myself serve the law of God with my mind, but with my flesh I serve the law of sin.”
 
I pray that the Lord would bless you all, on this His day!