7 [Book In Review] Chapter 1

If I could sum up my feelings in 1 word about this book it would be Fascinating.

But I'm a blogger with a head full of words so that's impossible. But really, all around, I just love this book so far.
The writer is vulnerable, witty and does not mince words with her intentions to follow Jesus.

In the following weeks, I will process my own thoughts about these chapters and be a smidgin less vulnerable than she. For some background, read this introduction.

Basic [Review]

To start off this review I thought it was necessary to tell you that the woman gave up coffee people! Four weeks, caffeine free while still living normal life and tending to daily responsibilities. My hat's off to her for that and for the smorgasboard of of other foods she fasted. During the first month, she choose 

7 foods to eat: chicken, eggs, whole-wheat bread, sweet potatoes, spinach, avacados & apples.

Her diary during these four weeks is hilarious and of course thought provoking. Because of her very real desire to become more like Jesus, I am considering a similar fast for the next seven days. I honestly can't remember the last time I fasted. I always have a very logical reason not to including pregnancy and nursing and the like, but I find my Spirit hungry for more of Him. When we empty ourselves and surrender to Jesus, He fills us. It's a clear cause and effect of fasting found in the Bible. I totally identified with this quote, "I'm at a place where 'well done' trumps 'well said'...Obedience inspires me. Servant leaders inspire me. Humility inspires me. Talking heads dissecting apologetics stopped inspiring me a few years ago." If you can relate to this, we are 2 peas in a pod.

Favorite Thoughts From The Author

·         “I am pierced by Ghandi’s astute observation: ‘I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.’” To become more like Jesus is to be the light of the world.

"I wept for all of my children tonight, my Ethiopian children orphaned by disease or hunger or poverty who will go to bed with no mother tonight and my biological children who will battle American complacency and overindulgence for the rest of their lives. I don’t know who I feel worse for.” This really hit home for me this morning. One of my sons was rejecting a bowl full of cereal because the milk just didn't look right to him. As my mind reviewed all that I had read, I was instantly frustrated because my children also fall into the category or overindulgent as do I. My son had no idea how much food he was wasting on the premise of looks because he had had a full belly all night as he slept. She gave statistics of just how rich we are in America and I need my thought processes revamped in a big way. I already have everything I need.

·         “The concept of reduction was never further away than my next meal. This held me fast to the heart of Jesus. Just as a forty-day fast inaugurated his public ministry, this month has paved the way.” As the author prepares herself for the next month of fasting, she expresses her gratitude that she started with the topic of food. Food is so woven into our daily lives that a person would be hard pressed to "forget" they are fasting. My heart of compassion was really stirred for my husband after reading this chapter. He was just recently diagnosed with multiple food allergies leaving meat and veggies on the menu. She reduced her diet for one month; his has been reduced permanently until God heals him.

Word(s) That Last

“He ate nothing during those days, and at the end of them He was hungry.” Luke 4:2

Jesus fasted for 40 days, I'm pretty sure I can survive on 7 foods for a week. Prayers accepted!

“You diligently study the scriptures because you think by them you possess eternal life. These are the scriptures that testify about me, yet you refuse to come to me to have life.” John 5:39-40

I can know all about a person by reading an autobiography, but I still wouldn't actually know their inner workings. In this same way, I believe I have know about Jesus for a very long time, but it's not until recently that I have come to relate to Him as an actual person who walked on the dirt of this Earth.

“Jesus, may there be less of me and my junk and more of you and your kingdom. I will reduce so He can increase.”

My Word For the Year of 2012

I'm participating in a link up party where we all share our thoughts on the same topic. We are focusing on ONE word for the year of 2012. This word will be a point of reference, a word to chew on and guide our decisions as we intentionally live life. Everyone's word is different. So, as I think about what I want for this coming year, and what I hope God does in my life, I deem my word to be...

I choose restore because that is what I am hoping GOD does in my life this year. We have had a few hard years as a family. We went through a really tough situation in 2008, and from that have lost friends, a job, and a church family. This shift in our life can only be described as God pruning our tree. In nature, trees need branches to be cut off periodically so that the tree as a whole is healthier, can grow taller and more mature. This is a healthy process, but it can be painful, and as a family we have been majorly pruned by God. As the drama has died down and the issues have been laid to rest, I find myself feeling very basic at the core. I am discovering new passions, simplifying priorities, and dreaming again. With all of this new hope for the future, I ask that God restores us. The Bible says He makes all things new.

 Do you feel worn out, tired, used up, discarded? God can make all things new no matter how beat up they are and that's my word for this year... restore.


What is your word for the year? I am linking up to theLetteredCottage

When Weakness is an Asset

 We all have different responses to crisis. Some of us freeze, like myself, and start crying. Everyone has their own unique response. Rarely, our reaction is to trust, stop and pray, at least that's not my typical reaction. Now don't get me wrong, action is needed and I am thankful for all of the helping hands around us.  :)   But how does God respond to our crisis?

 "Remain calm; the LORD will fight for you." Exodus 14:14
 "He is my defender; I will not be defeated." Psalm 62:6
  "Is any of you in trouble? He should pray." James 5:13

 About 48 hours ago I was on the verge of a crisis. I had no idea it was coming of course, but this is what I have learned since then.  
When we are in crisis, God is fighting for us and the Holy Spirit is comforting us.

Two days ago my husband was covered in hives, having an allergic reaction to something unknown. He's never had one this severe before. We've never fought this battle before. His body was slowly shutting down, his blood pressure was dropping, he was experiencing anaphylaxis shock. As the ambulance wheeled him away and my adrenaline was pumping through my body my only prayer as I was driving to the hospital was, "Jesus, help me calm down." I hate the affects of adrenaline. Shaking, cold sweats, erratic thinking. We have this response as humans as instinct to protect ourselves from predators. My body was responding normally, but how many of us know how hard it is to pray when you are surging on adrenaline? Well, I may have gotten 3 words of that short simple hail Mary prayer right.
 Jesus - the source of all of our help, our comforter and strength in times of need
help - I recognized I was weak and not in control of the situation
calm - something in my spirit understood God works on our behalf and adrenaline was getting me nowhere

 Coincidentally, (except that I don't really believe in coincidences) I had been reading a book by Max Lucado titled, When God Whispers Your Name. The next chapter on my list yet to read was, The God Who Fights For You. (What, did you think I came up with this idea on my own? wink, wink)
 Mr. Max poses this question, "what is God doing when you are in a bind?" He gives 3 examples from the Bible. The first is when Moses led the Israelites out of Egypt by crossing the Red Sea. The second is when Moses and the people fought the Amalekites. In both situations, Moses stopped what he was doing and prayed. The last example is when King Jehoshaphat was fighting the Moabites, Ammonites and Meunites all at the same time. The whole nation went on a fast and prayed and received a word from the Lord that said to "stand still and you will see the Lord save you."

Yesterday, as I was talking to my Grandma on the phone, she reminded me that when we are weak, He is strong and it clicked. American culture values strength and independence. Not me, not anymore. I choose to believe God on this issue. If there's anyone I want on my team, it's Him!
So as my husband continues to have daily allergic reactions, my hope is that I remain calm and pray.

"Give me faith to trust what you say.
 That you're good and your love is great.
 I'm broken inside, I give you my life.
 I may be weak, but your Spirit is strong in me.
 My flesh may fail, but my God you never will."

 Give Me Faith from the Elevation Worship- for the honor

Update 01FEB12: The allergen that caused the anaphylaxis shock was pineapple. My husband had a skin test done and his allergens are numerous. Egg whites, soy, milk, yeast, all nuts, tropical fruits, oranges, all outdoor weeds, trees and grasses are the positive reactors thus far. Please pray for God's divine healing.

3 Gifts for Jesus

Last year we started a tradition and we really enjoyed it. I did not come up with this idea on my own, I admit, I was inspired by one of my favorite bloggers at Live Renewed. Her post is here.


 We decided to follow the tradition of limiting our Christmas gifts to our children. 3 gifts- that's it. It's based on the example from the Bible where Jesus receives 3 gifts from the magi who visit his birth.

Gold   This is the gift. The one that the receiver was hoping and praying for. The one on top of the list. The one that wow's them.
 
Frankincense   This is a gift that will inspire them spiritually. It can be a Bible, a devotional, a book, or my husband's favorite- worship music.

Myrrh  This is a gift for the body. Something to wear, eat, bathe in. Make up, lotions, candy, pajamas, socks or shoes.

In our highly marketable world, where Christmas is THE holiday to spend money, we  will try to use restraint. We may fail, but the pursuit of self control  (a fruit of the Spirit) is more valuable than the pursuit of more stuff. If 3 gifts were good enough for Jesus, then it is plenty good enough for my kids.

Christmas Is For Kids

In our house, Christmas is a really fun time. My kids like the lights hanging on the outside of people's houses in the neighborhood. They like the cookies, and the packages that arrive in the mail because all of our extended family lives out of state. They like hiding things in my stocking hanging on the window as presents to open on the big day. Kids like to be involved and in fact, Jesus told us to involve them.

 One day children were brought to Jesus in hope that he would lay hands on them and pray over them. The disciples shooed them off. But Jesus intervened: "Let the children alone, don't prevent them from coming to me. God's kingdom is made up of people like these." After laying hands on them, he left.

Matthew 19:13-15 Msg 

So this year, I'm going to try to involve my children more in the Christmas season. Preparations are for children. Holiday decorating is for children. Wrapping gifts and baking is for children. Engaging our hearts in the expectation of Jesus is also for children.

This nativity set is one of my kids' favorites. They were so excited to open it and play with all the people. It's kid friendly, but probably not kid proof. (We haven't had a broken piece yet?) I decided this year, Christmas is for kids! Play, play, play!

 This little tic-tac-toe game is also fun for them. We're learning how to be a good sport when we loose. Decorating the Christmas tree is also for kids. We try to quiet our critical comments while their hanging ornaments so that they enjoy the process and don't want away discouraged that they messed up the perfect tree.

My prayer this Christmas season, is that my heart would become more like my children's. That I would follow Jesus and that I would be one of those that God's kingdom is made up of.

 For more information on this nativity set, visit markethaiti

Ordinary

There are moments when messages are bombarding my brain and then there are moments when I say to myself, "I've heard this recently." When I notice that I continue to hear the same message over and over, I start paying attention to it because I believe the Holy Spirit is highlighting it for a reason. 

As I sat in a coffee shop, spending some much needed alone time with my Bible, journal and books, I read a message that made me pause and take note of the fact that "I've heard this recently." I was reading the book titled, The Applause of Heaven by Max Lucado. He speaks about the beatitude in Mathew 5 about the meek in spirit.  As I read, I remembered this post by a new favorite blogger and I started paying attention to His Spirit. She talks about mundane, ordinary tasks becoming some of our greatest moments because they are where we meet our Creator, the Sacred One. 

 Max Lucado talks about the shepherds in the field on the night Jesus was born. They were ordinary. 

"You won't find their staffs in a museum or writings in a library. No one asked their opinion on social justice or the application of the Torah. They were nameless and simple."

 Simple.

 Meek.

 Now that is an aspiration to have in OUR culture.

Today I thank God that my job keeps me humble. Today I thank God that I don't have a paycheck, a book in a library or even any devoted readers to this blog. I thank God because I believe His promise when He says,

 Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the Earth.

This Little Light of Mine

As Thanksgiving approaches I've been purposefully thinking about the things I'm thankful for. It might be a little bit motivated by all of the facebook posts, but let's be real here- we are supposed to think on things that are lovely, noble and pure right?

I'm thankful that my children's principal and office staff at their public school who know their names and genuinely care about them. 

Yesterday I was in the office checking my son in late for the school day because of a Dr's appointment. The nurse came up to me and congratulated me for having two "WOW note" winners in the same family in the same week. (The WOW note winner program at their school rewards good behavior with public recognition and small prizes.)

 She said there had never been two kids from the same family win all in the same week. I was kind of caught off guard and just kind of stood there and said, wow!
Is that really all I could think to say? 
 I give myself a little bit of grace here because I am a slow processor. My brain just takes more time than others to process and respond. So finally, this morning I have processed and calculated a response. What I really want to say to the nurse is Praise the Lord. 
I mean seriously, what I wish I would have done is given the credit to God. Somehow said something witty, or thoughtful to bring Him the praise for my children's good behavior.   Really I have no place to take credit, nor do I want to. It's the Jesus who lives inside of my kids' hearts that makes them different... Jesus' character, the Holy Spirit's guidance, God's love that changes them from the inside out. So as I catch up on all of my processing, I selfishly use this blog to finish the conversation I had with the Nurse yesterday. One of the favorite songs being cranked on our radio at home lately is 
We Are by Kari Jobe.

"So wake up sleeper lift your head, for we were meant for more than this.
We are the light of the world. We are a city on a hill."

How wide... How deep

Sometimes when I read people's writings I really just want them to get to the point so here it is, God healed me. 

It's taken me an entire month to process and let it sink in which is why this post is so late. I always imagined that if I experienced a full on miracle of healing I would be yelling from the rooftops, but it takes me awhile to process. I was fearfully and wonderfully made that way.
 
Here's the time line, here's the recounting, here's the absolute honest truth:
 
October 2010 
Jesse and I apply for life insurance because we decide to be responsible parents :) When you apply for life insurance they take blood, urine and other vital information. My urine analysis was positive (+) for protein. The nurse comes back to my home to take 2 more samples in one week. Both were (+) for protein. The insurance company advised me to "see a doctor" and rated me as high risk therefor charging me more for less coverage than my husband who had a normal rating. Did they find something that made them think I was at risk for premature death?
 
November 2010 
I make an appointment with a family physician. Initial quick urine test is (+) for protein. The Dr. explains a healthy young individual should not have any protein at all. They asked for a 24-hour urine analysis which was (+) as well. I was advised to wait 3 months and retest to see if this was a fluke thing that my body would correct eventually. I decided to see a specialist because after 3 babies and countless urine tests from my OBGYN, I have never had protein in my urine.
 
January 14, 2011
 After anxiously waiting for the appointment with the nephrologist, (kidney specialist) he reviews the lab results from the insurance company and says, "it's a very good thing that you came in." I was leaking 800 mg of protein. He said the kidneys are in bad condition when 1-3 grams are being spilled. (1000 mg per 1 gram) A young person my age should not be spilling this much protein and he asks about family history, specifically focusing on the disease called Lupus. I told him I did not know of anyone in my family having Lupus and he asks for more blood tests, a kidney ultrasound, and "oh we might have to do a biopsy." I'm thinking... a biopsy? You want to stick a long needle in my back? Oh this is not good.

Over the course of that week, I give blood, urine and have an ultrasound. I also talk to my Mom who gives me the family history I was missing. My great-grandma had Lupus. I look up the disease and begin to see similarities in my symptoms. One of the most common ways Lupus is diagnosed is by kidney failure and protein spillage. It's a multi-system disease affecting major organs and largely not understood by the medical community. 80% of the time it affects women ages 15-45 and there is a genetic inheritance factor.

Totally unrelated, the next week I had an appointment with my midwife for an annual check-up. I informed them of my ongoing tests. They took a urine sample and said it was (-) protein.
 
February 4, 2011
After three weeks of waiting for the test results from the specialist I had a follow-up appointment. I prepared myself for that appointment and expected to hear that I had Lupus. The Dr. came in to the room and said, "as far as I can tell, you're fine. All of your blood tests came back normal." I was shocked, asked him to explain himself again and laughed out loud. It felt great to laugh. He laughed out loud with me and said, "I know, I'm trying to make sense of it myself. I told you you might need a kidney biopsy the last time I saw you." He actually turned the computer screen towards me to show me the blood results to help me understand I was fine, that's how in shock we both were. I told him I had found out there was a genetic link to Lupus and he said, "it's not Lupus." He was totally undone as far as doctors go. He really didn't even know how to end the appointment or what protocol was for sending home a healthy patient because most of the time specialists only see the really sick people. He said, "I guess I would advise you to get an annual physical and make sure they check your kidney functions in your blood work and your free to go." I'm free... I'm free... I'm free after thinking I had Lupus, this was a total mind shift.

I have intentionally left out the best part of the story; the encounter with the Holy Spirit. The morning of January 14th, I was awake at 5:30 am and nervous. I had never seen a specialist for anything and I had a sinking feeling something was very wrong. I was reading a book called Walking With God by John Elderedge. I had just read an entry about God's love. How wide, how deep? I decide to invite God into my circumstances for the day. I ask him to be present in my life, to go with me to the appointment. I ask for his love to invade my heart so deeply that I can feel him with me because I'm scared. I'm longing for his love. I'm asking to hear his voice, to be my very real and present help in times of trouble. As I'm sitting in my Lazy boy recliner I begin to feel my body relax. You know those dreams where you are falling but there's no bottom and you just keep falling. It's a feeling of depth. I'm experiencing that as I am fully awake sitting in a chair. I recognize his love, his Spirit's presence and invite him to go deeper. I keep asking him to go deeper with his love. After an hour had passed which felt like minutes, I begin wiggling my very relaxed fingers and toes and I feel refreshed and ready to face the specialist and the tasks of the day. At the time, I didn't recognize this as my healing, I only recognized his love and presence in my time of need. Did He heal me deep down to the cellular level, yes, I believe He did. Only God knows what He fixed and what He healed because he did it before the diagnosis. He did it before the Dr's even had time in their busy schedules to see me. He did it before the Dr. could shove a long needle in my back. Did I have Lupus, I will never know. What I do know is that He is my Father, who knows what I need before I ask. I didn't know I needed healing on the deepest of cellular levels, but He did. He doesn't impose himself, He waits for our invitation and He acts out of intense love for us. There is no formula for healing, there is no special guru to go to to be prayed over. There is only the One living God who loves his kids and wants to give to them generously. Oh how I love Him

I want to know you,
let you Spirit overwhelm me,
let your presence overtake my heart.
-Jesus Culture featuring Chris Quilala

And now, one month later, as doubt begins to creep in and my fallible heart begins to process it all I ask, will the disease come back? Will my body fail in this way again? 
I choose to believe not.
 

Psalm 139

It amazes me how different each of my children are. I mean logically, one would gather that they come from the same two sets of DNA, and therefore they would be similar in many ways. In my short observation of Ainsley and Ashden this is so not true. They are so different and this is not even taking into account Balin who is still developing a little personality. For example, this morning Ashden wakes up at 5:30am with me. He's my morning bird, ready to chirp his little song and wake up the rest of the flock. Ainsley loves to stay up late but Ash has been known to ASK us if he can go to bed for the evening. When it comes to food, Ashden will eat any piece of fish I make, and loves meat in general but I really have to basically bribe him to eat 3 green beans. Ainsley loves vegetables, she even asked for more fermented sauerkraut the other day, but I have to bribe her to eat the fish and bread on the plate. We have this rule in our house that we all need to eat the same dinner- no special orders- this is to keep the cook sane and keep the dishes to a minimum. As the cook, I have to cook a balanced meal or else one of my children will not be eating for the night. When it comes to vitamins, Ashden will take anything, even fermented cod liver oil! Ainsley will not. I guess the reason behind this post is that I am in awe of God's creation this morning at 6am.

He's so creative. Psalm 139 bears witness to this when it says,
"Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother's womb.
I thank you, High God- you're breathtaking!
Body and soul I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration- what a creation!"

God's masterpiece took place inside MY womb. As a mother, this is a high honor. I will continue to look at my children as a masterpiece unfolding before my eyes. With each passing day, I get to watch God's creation blossom in it's unique way. We all have a desire to be unique, different from the crowd, and today I worship the Creator in adoration of His work.

One Step Closer

Ashden has been a terror this week! Absolutely on my nerves in every way not to mention the cussing. Yes, he's been saying Dammit. We don't know where he heard this from. What's a mom to do? He had his cartoons taken away for it and we've had plenty of talks with him. Never the less, it's been a frustrating week until today. While we were waiting in the van outside of Ainsley's school I was casually singing the song, "You can come as you are" and Ashden asked the question, "can I come to Jesus anytime, even if I'm good?" I said, yes Ashden, you can come to Jesus anytime. Do you want to come right now? He said, let me think about it. As I'm patiently waiting and praying that his answer is yes, he says, "I'll do whatever you choose to do. Do you want to come to Jesus?" I said, yes I do and I already have. Do you want to come to Jesus? He said yes, after a long pause and I said, "actually Ashden, I think Jesus comes to us but we have to pray and ask him to come." So Ashden took the initiative and bowed his sweet little head and said, "Dear Jesus, thank you for this food. Ooops, sorry I messed up. Dear Jesus, Can I come to you? Amen." And then he said, "Jesus said yes in my brain. Did he say yes to you?" I smiled and hugged him and than we talked about how we will be able to see Jesus and go to Heaven when we die. He said, "I'm not going to die soon, not until I'm a big man."
So, the little boy who did almost everything wrong this week has taken one step closer to Jesus and my heart is full of joy.

Love always Hopes

One of the action words to describe love in the Bible is the word hope. It seems to be a theme lately in our home. It's the beginning of November 2010 and we've had some words floating around here lately... cancer, diabetes, ADHD, life insurance... not fun words. More regarding these topics soon to come, but right now we are faced with dealing with the emotions that come with them because that's all we can do. The word hope has gained significant meaning lately. I have hope that my kids lives' will be better than mine because I love them, and love always hopes. In this time of uncertainty, worry has no place. Hope gives us the ability to take one day at a time.

Red Felt Pen

Yesterday was the first day Ainsley came home with homework and a worksheet she had done in class with a "grade" on it. A grade, meaning, "-1" on the top corner of the paper. I find my reaction kinda funny now that I think about it, but at the time I was like, "what? negative 1. Isn't that little harsh? This is kindergarten." Well, I will address this line of thinking later, but Ainsley also happened to have a tough day and her clip got moved from the blue face to the green face. On the kindergarten scale of behavior, this means she got into trouble. Blue, green, yellow and red is a call to the parent. When I asked her what happened she said she got into trouble for talking during rest time. Her friend, Lilly, was making her laugh while they were supposed to be quiet and Ainsley felt like it was unfair and wanted the clip to move back to blue.Well, of course I'm coaching her through this drama, and she tells me that her clip moves back to blue tomorrow. And I hear in my head, "your mercies are new every morning" a song by Nicole Nordeman and I think to myself, yeah, this is good. This is the way God works. We sin, ask for forgiveness and His mercies are new every morning. I'm glad Ainsley's teacher is implementing this kind of behavior modification technique. So then I tackle the worksheet with the negative one on the corner when Jesse gets home. His immediate reaction is that it's good because he wants Ainsley's teachers to be hard on her. He knows she's smart and she needs to be pushed. My conclusion is that it is good. It's good to have an adult in Ainsley's life who genuinely wants her to excel and learn and who is OBJECTIVE at the same time about her progress. Me, I'm totally not objective because I'm her Mom. I have a subjective view of my children and probably always will because they are MY kids. I need a plumbline, a standard, an objective observer to tell me where they are missing the mark at times. And doesn't this so reflect our relationship with Jesus... I can go about my business thinking I am on target, when really I'm missing the mark. I have selfishness, impure motives and flat out sin in my heart. Just when I think I'm ok, is when I need Jesus to come in and give me that objective correction of a "-1" because He is the plumbline, He is the standard in which to judge by as God's son. God loves me, and as his child He wants me to get straight A's on all my papers, but that's impossible. So when I fall short, His mercies are new every morning.

"The day we were peniless"

Officially one year has passed since "the day we were peniless" aka, August 12, 2009.

Am I relieved, yes, but mostly thankful because God brought us through it. As a tribute to Him, I wanted to share this post. "The day we were peniless" has come to mind this week especially because I just talked to a family who is currently jobless and my heart went out to them. We were there, exactly a year ago. Let me explain what "peniless" actually meant for us.

1. Selling insurance for 100% commission was not going so well. We had no definite paycheck coming to look forward to.
2. Our credit card was maxed out. We could no longer buy groceries or gas.
3. Our refridgerator was very vacant and we had minimal canned goods on the shelf.
4. Our checking account balance was $1.67
5. The van's gas light was on "E" empty
6. Ainsley was starting school and we did not have enough money to pay for her school lunch. ($2.05) We dug out change from the fishing jar and our cars to pay for one lunch and then applied for the free lunch program.
7. We were 2 college graduates with student loans and no way to pay for all of that worldy wisdom we had acquired.

Why does this week remind me of "the day we were peniless"? Because yesterday I was able to put $20.00 into Anisley's lunch account. I was so thankful for that moment. It's been a long road since the day we were peniless, but I thank God for it because we have had a major shift in our thoughts, attitudes and contentment of the heart.

One year ago I wrote this in my journal and I can still agree in my heart,
"All of my life you've been faithful- my Savior, my King and my friend. All of my life I will lay down to love you with all that I am. Help my heart, mind and soul to be satisfied in you. Come be glorified in me."