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    Wonderfully Made: Devotional Thoughts on Becoming a Beautiful Woman of God
    Wonderfully Made: Devotional Thoughts on Becoming a Beautiful Woman of God
    Wonderfully Made: Devotional Thoughts on Becoming a Beautiful Woman of God
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    Wonderfully Made: Devotional Thoughts on Becoming a Beautiful Woman of God

    By Michelle Medlock Adams, Ramona Richards and Katherine Anne Douglas

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    God’s Word has much to say to women about our importance and worth. Wonderfully Made offers biblical encouragement about true beauty, confidence, and happiness. Authors Michelle Medlock Adams, Ramona Richards, and Katherine A. Douglas share devotions especially for women ages 25 to 45, who often struggle with the unrealistic physical demands of today’s culture. With its theme verse of Psalm 139:14 (“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made”), this devotional unveils God’s secrets of true beauty, confidence, and happiness for every woman—and the grace that transforms everything around it.

     

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBarbour Publishing
    Release dateDec 1, 2012
    ISBN9781620296561
    Wonderfully Made: Devotional Thoughts on Becoming a Beautiful Woman of God
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    Michelle Medlock Adams

    Michelle Medlock Adams se graduó en periodismo en la Universidad de Indiana y empezó su carrera como reportera para un diario, obteniendo muchos galardones. Hoy es mamá a tiempo completo y escritora por cuenta propia, colaborando en numerosas revistas tales como HomeLife, American Cheerleader, Light & Life Magazine y Writer’s Digest. Reside en Bedford, Indiana, con su esposo, Jeff, sus dos hijas adolescentes, Abby y Allyson, y sus tres dachshunds miniaturas: Maddie, Miller y Mollie Mae.

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      A Beautiful Aroma

      God thinks of us as a perfume that brings Christ to everyone. For people who are being saved, this perfume has a sweet smell and leads them to a better life.

      2 CORINTHIANS 2:15–16 CEV

      She breezed in and sat down in front of me at an Indiana University basketball game on that cold February night. She was an older woman, dressed in a navy business suit, with a red-and-white scarf tied stylishly around her neck. Her silver hair was neatly tucked behind her ears in a classic bob, and her lipstick was a perfect IU crimson color.

      I would have guessed her to be in her early fifties—probably an IU professor. As she settled into her seat, a wonderful aroma filled the air. It broke through the smells of stale popcorn and overcooked hot dogs and filled my nostrils. I inhaled deeply and said, Mmmm.

      Do you smell that? I whispered to my mother.

      Yes, it’s marvelous, she answered.

      There was no doubt. The wonderful aroma had wafted in with the classy lady in front of us. As the halftime buzzer sounded, I leaned forward and tapped the woman on her shoulder.

      Excuse me, ma’am. You smell so wonderful. Could you tell me what you’re wearing?

      Thank you, she said, then told me the name of her perfume.

      I shared the information with my mother, and we each made a mental note about our next perfume purchase. I wanted to smell just like the classy lady with the silver hair.

      You know, the Bible says we are the aroma of Christ. When we enter a room, we should carry His fragrance with us. His aroma should be so pleasing on us that people will tap us on the shoulder and ask, Excuse me, ma’am. You smell wonderful. What are you wearing? With that opening, we can share Jesus Christ with every person who notices our Christlike aroma.

      Maybe your fragrance smells more like those overcooked weenies or stale popcorn. If so, you just need a smell makeover. Ask God to replace your human smell with His divine fragrance so that you will be a witness of His sweetness everywhere you go. Ask the Lord to fill you with His fragrant love so that it enters the room even before you do. He will. He doesn’t want His children to go around smelling stinky. After all, we are the aroma of Christ, and that’s better than the finest perfume. (MMA)

      God Rejoices in Your Confidence

      I rejoice therefore that I have confidence in you in all things.

      2 CORINTHIANS 7:16 KJV

      But God wants you to have confidence!

      Those words echoed in my head as I tried not to hyperventilate. Stage fright was making my palms sweat and my knees quiver. Waiting to be introduced, I fought to stay calm, remembering those words of support from a woman in my church. I loved Ann dearly, and she had been a spiritual mentor—and mother—to me. When I’d been invited to speak for the first time at a church, I had sought her out.

      I don’t know if I can do this. Even the thought of standing in front of all those people does all kinds of weird stuff to my body.

      Ann laughed. But this is a gift, an opportunity from God to give your testimony, to tell those folks what He’s done in your life. You can’t turn your back on that.

      What kind of testimony will it be if I make a fool out of myself?

      You won’t. Pray about it. He gave you the story, led you to live it. He’ll certainly give you the confidence to share it. Remember what Paul wrote to the Corinthians, once they’d straightened themselves out and were back on the right road. They’d gained confidence in their faith, and Paul rejoiced in that. She hugged me. God wants you to be confident!

      I took another deep breath and let it out slowly as I heard the hostess winding up her introduction. Okay, God, I whispered, let’s get me through this, and we’ll both rejoice. I stepped up, thanked the hostess, and gripped the sides of the podium as if it were going to flee from the room. My voice trembled, but as my message began to flow, I relaxed.

      God got me through it, of course, that day and many times since, mostly because Ann’s words made an impact that has never lessened. God wants us to be confident—in our faith, in our gifts, and especially in Him, and He rejoices when our trust in Him gives us the confidence to tackle whatever challenge He puts before us. (RR)

      Giving Birth

      Do not fear what they fear, and do not dread it.

      ISAIAH 8:12 NIV

      Go to any baby shower and sooner or later the birthing stories start. Comparisons run the gamut from the most nervous husband to the longest labor. I’m personally intrigued by the unusual places infants choose to be born, giving little thought to their mothers’ inconvenience or modesty.

      My aunt June birthed one of her children in the elevator on the way up to the hospital delivery room. Pat’s husband was adamant that his wife not deliver their child in his new Cadillac. (They couldn’t make it to the hospital in time.) So Pat delivered their bundle of joy on their kitchen table. Grace’s story may top both Pat’s and June’s.

      Grace and her husband, Bill, were bush missionaries in Indonesia decades ago. Their second daughter was born in their lodging with Bill as the delivering doctor. Bill wasn’t a physician, a nurse, an EMT, or a paramedic. There was no 911 in those days, least of all in the jungle. But Bill read up on delivering a baby. When the time came, he and Grace and their little newborn just did it.

      What amazes me about these three women and their colorful stories is their lack of panic in their situations. Each one decided she would simply do what it had come time to do—push! June and Pat didn’t plan their unorthodox deliveries, but Grace did. Most of us would fear delivering a child miles from any kind of medical help or facility. Our comfort is tied to the familiar—to the known standard of care. Grace’s peace was tied to her God. She was confident that she and her husband were doing what God had called them to do and where He had called them to do it. When her delivery date arrived, she had spent a lot of time in preparatory prayer. She was ready.

      Grace is now in her nineties and has had many difficult moments in recent months. Bill’s Alzheimer’s has taken him from her in many ways. Grace’s health fails, too. She had to have a leg amputated. As I talked with her one evening, she rubbed the leg that now ends at her knee.

      I never thought this would happen to…, she started. She sniffed back her threatening tears and held up her head. God is faithful. He’s taking care of me. We’ll get through this together. Grace has never been one to indulge in self-pity—not when she was delivering a baby in the jungle and not when she lost a limb. Her serenity is no secret. Her LORD is a God who knows (1 Samuel 2:3 NIV), and she is content. (KAD)

      Pink Promises

      I am sure that nothing can separate us from God’s love—not life or death, not angels or spirits, not the present or the future.

      ROMANS 8:38 CEV

      After my father died, my sister and I helped our mom go through his personal items. I couldn’t wait to get into Daddy’s special drawer—it was the one drawer in his nightstand that he kept off-limits to us kids. I remember once trying to ease open the drawer to sneak some quarters from his big bowl of change (I wanted to feed the Pac-Man game at the local arcade), but as I started to reach my hand inside, I heard Dad’s voice: Michelle Leigh Medlock, get out of my drawer! He didn’t mind giving me money for Pac-Man; he just didn’t want me in his special drawer.

      For years I wondered what could possibly be in that forbidden treasure trove. Why was he so protective of it? Now I would finally know. As I searched through Daddy’s things, I found very ordinary items. His comb. Fingernail clippers. His money clip. Pictures of the family. Lots of change. His special calculator he used in business. And a lockbox. When we opened it, we found important documents like his and my mother’s marriage license, birth certificates, and the hospital bracelets for all three of us kids—two tiny pink ones and one small blue one. The wording had yellowed over the years, but I could still read Medlock Girl and my birth date on one. I held that tiny pink bracelet close to my heart for what seemed like hours. At

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