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Because He Lives, I Can Move...Again

Is there a post you have written in 2011 that received more acclaim than others? You might want to join me in linking to Shanda's the Best of the Best at http://www.shandaoakleyinspires.com/ and repost your gem. The following is my post from back in March, 2011.


Because He Lives, I Can Move



I’m currently in one of those places where you lay out all the options and make the best decision. It seems, however, like none of them are fair or attractive. I know God will help me in my situation and his guidance is what I desire. I’m clinging to His Word which promises that ALL things work together for good for those that love God and are called according to His purpose, Romans 8:28.

I heard a great teaching this week about seeking God’s will and all the freedom it brings. We can know that God is bringing about a victory if we trust Him with each and every decision. The speaker illustrated his point with a painting.

The painting depicts a look of despair on the chess player’s face. He’s playing Satan and his soul is at stake. It looks like Satan is winning. Checkmate! When Paul Morphy saw this painting back in the 1800’s, he set up a chess board and aligned the pieces to reflect the painting. Being a world champion, he studied the board. His conclusion was that this painting should not have been titled “Checkmate.” Morphy found a last move setting the man free!

I’m praising God for Jesus. He defeated Satan when He died on the cross. He is going to show me the winning move and deliver me from checkmate. The game is not over as Satan wants me to think.

Comments

  1. I love it. He will show us the winning move and we don't have to figure it out on our own!
    Thank you for linking up and sharing this.

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  2. I can relate. I have felt that fog of uncertainty when I looked at the future. I'm so glad God is eager for us to find the right path. Thanks for visiting me at Doorkeeper. Come on back to join in the giveaway fi you have time. Wishing you many reasons to rejoice in the new year! Blessings!

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  3. I am praying for you, dear Mary... that out of all the possible options, one will stand out as God's way out for you.

    Mary, I couldn't let this year end without my dropping by here to let you know I am thankful to God for the gift of your friendship. I have no doubt that the New Year will usher in blessings of peace, joy, hope and provision for you and for me!

    Love
    Lidia

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  4. Love the analogy in this beautiful message!! So glad to have found so many wonderful blogs through Pause on the Path!! :-)

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  5. I'm so grateful for the freedom we have to make choices, though I agree that some choice-making is very, very tricky. Knowing a bit about your challenges, I have no doubt you'll decide righteously.

    Love,
    Kathleen

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  6. I'm SO glad you've elected to share this again!
    'Praying that this situation has improved, or at least provided you peace.
    May your new year be verrrry happy!
    Love,
    Myra

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  7. It is our decisions that help us determine the outcome of our actions. Perfect post for a perfect time of the year. Each day is a day lost if one doesn't know Jesus. Happy New Year sister and God bless.

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  8. I am so glad we don't have to rely on our own wit and intelligence for our salvation. Whew!

    Bless you dear Mary! Sorry I haven't had a chance to visit my friends out here in blogland.

    Love!
    Beth

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  9. An interesting painting, but not one that I would ever hang up in my home. hehe :)
    That was a great post. Although all of yours are. :)
    Happy New Year.

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