ramona meek
  I have been a member of ChristianBlog.Com for 9 years, 1 month and 5 days.

  I have published 44 blogs and 246 comments.

 My most recent blog was published: Oct 25 2009 06:58:41pm

 I currently live in: United States.
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Professor asks, "what 2 scriptures made a difference and why?"
Ramona Meek
published . 4 min read
There are many scriptures that I think of as favorites, but in narrowing this plethora down to try and pinpoint a couple of those helpful in situations of crisis or emotional need ... the first one that stood out in my mind was the following: Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you. (Matthew 6:33) This particular scripture means so much to me, because through the horrendous ups and downs of some of my perilous choices in life, I would turn back, periodically, to God and would try very hard, for a time, to "be good", but it wasn't until I became a felon and was forced to live in a homeless shelter that I found myself finally giving ALL of myself to Him. I made a decision to stop trying to live my life for myself, and......
Blessings2me ... my visit with b2y
Ramona Meek
published . 1 min read
What can I say? Our brother, B2Y, is a lumberjack of a fellow, with a warm smile, a bearhug, and a golden heart full of the love of Christ. What a true treasure in the gem-mines of God's glory here on earth. His heart breaks for others, and his desire to help, encourage, instruct, feed, witness and fellowship with others is evident. His concern for winning souls to the kingdom is worn on his face and on his sleeve. What a blessing it was for me to meet him. This is undoubtedly the shortest blog I've ever written, but that's only because there are no proper words for me to describe the blessing that comes with knowing this Christ-warrior in person. There is a small corner of my heart, once only dimly lit, that now has a special candle brightly burning. It burns for the dream my......
God's lessons revealed by the green and leafy
Ramona Meek
published . 4 min read
I have a friend named Boston; she is a beautiful, fringy fern I bought from Home Depot a few months ago upon moving into a new apartment with a lovely window that screamed for an inhabitant such as she. I stood in the store's garden center, staring up at her as she hung gracefully before me in all her glory, and remembered another gal just like her who I once thoughtlessly killed through neglect or overbearing love ... I'm not sure which, now, as the memory of those details has grown fuzzy. I only am certain that I did, indeed, kill her. So I pondered, shall I try again? I'd sure hate to re-commit the same crime against nature. Perhaps I should stick to the easier to raise Philodendron ... they require so little of me and still thrive gorgeously. But Boston continued to lull......
How can i make your life better?
Ramona Meek
published . 1 min read
This morning, just as I was opening my eyes from sleep, God spoke to my heart and asked me the strangest question. "How can I make your life better?", He queried. I lay there, enveloped in the weirdness of this moment ... trying to shake the argument in my reasoning mind that this was simply a dream ... but knowing even as I tried, that it was not a dream. It was simply a question, and I literally woke to the mental impression of God whispering those words in my ear. "But my life IS good. I've not had any complaints about my life, really, at least none that I can think of, Father", I replied. Again, as clear as day, the question came back, rushing over me in a renewed flood of strange ... "How can I make your life better?" I lay there in silence for a......
My little taste of heaven
Ramona Meek
published . 1 min read
If I were a little girl again, I’d talk to Jesus more I know I’d ask Him a lot more things than I ever did before I were a little girl again, I’d stay right on my knees I’d say a lot more thank you-s and use a lot less "please?" For now that I’m a lady, all grown and getting old I’ve learned that what He wants from me is talk that’s rather bold He wants me to tell Him what makes me hurt, the things that make me sad He wants me to ask about everything, whether it’s good or bad He just wants the chance to talk with me, to show me the way to go And it’s clear if I’d let Him, when I was young, so much more now I’d know If I were a little girl again, I’d run, not walk, to Him I’d jump straight up into His......
Prisoner of hope
Ramona Meek
published . 1 min read
I am locked in a prison of hope. I like it here! This is where I want to be. I want to be so faithful to the hope and expectation of all the amazing promises to me in God's word, that I cannot possibly be discouraged or less than absolutely SURE of all the great and wonderful things He has planned for my life ... even when I can't yet see all of them clearly. In Psalm 33:22 David says something very interesting. He says: Let Your mercy and loving-kindness, O Lord, be upon us, in proportion to our waiting and hoping for You. (Amplified) In proportion to how I hope for Him and wait for Him ... He will come. In proportion to how I believe my life to work out for the better, that's how it will work out. In proportion to my faith in God, He blesses me accordingly. Isn't that......
Jumpin' jesus!
Ramona Meek
published . 3 min read
It was the coolest thing! Jesus jumped out of my mouth this morning and introduced Himself to a complete stranger, (well, to me, anyway), my new, young-twenty-something, next-door neighbor, with whom I'd never yet spoken. I had parked at the curb, and opened my door, but had not yet turned off the engine. I was gathering my things, as ladies will do, and rockin' out to high-decible "I will give you all my wor ship ... I will give you all my prAAAise. You alone I long to wor ship ... you alone are worthyyy Uhh-vf my praise", when I looked up and saw him sitting on his porch five feet away. Bless his heart. I quickly turned the music down a little bit, and said, "Sorry dude, didn't see you sitting there, but you know how it is when you get caught up in a good jam,......
The gift is the job ~ just do it
Ramona Meek
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I always thought I would do something great. I never knew for sure what it would be, but even as a kid, if you had given me an opening to talk about whatever form the dream was taking, that week, the story, no matter how it went, would have ended with me being something great. I guarantee it. And I was right. One day, I will be something great. Because, see, that's part of my gift ... to see myself ending up as something great. That is my job, because it's my gift. Yup. I finally see it. And why shouldn't I be? Why shouldn't you? Aren't we meant to be great? Fabulous? Cut from the same cloth as our Father? Is there any greater cloth than God-cloth? Do you understand what I mean? What do you do well? And I don't mean the thing you do well that you hate doing; I mean......
Even in my sleep ... how cool is that?
Ramona Meek
published . 3 min read
This morning, when my eyes opened, I was already hearing the voice of the Lord in my brain. The words were these: with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, and with all your mind ... or was it might? I think both. This made me smile, because as He so often does, He was speaking with my heart before I was even awake. I love that. Just a couple of days ago, I was in the chair of an oral surgeon getting a couple of bad teeth cut out. I don't remember if it was as I was going under or as I was coming out of general anesthesia that the funny thing happened, but it doesn't really matter. The great thing is that I remember it at all. I was very groggy, and don't remember anything else about that moment, but I do remember asking the attending nurse or assistant......
Daddy's little girl and hebrews 4:16
Ramona Meek
published . 4 min read
My good friend, Bethy, and I were praying together the other day, as we so often do, and something she said struck me so simply and beautifully, that I haven't been able to get the words out of my head ever since. I don't even remember exactly what the entire sentence was, but the important part is embedded in my brain forever, now, I am sure. I think it went something like this: "Thank you, Jesus, that I can come to you, my loving Father, with the confidence of a child who wants to talk to her dad." This would have been a very lovely sentiment, in my mind, anytime, but I believe it struck me so deeply, now, because only two weeks ago, my earthly father passed away, and while I am thrilled for him, that he is now with Jesus, my heart is very sad for me, as I already miss......
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