A Sister’s Hugs Blog is Back!!

New Blog is called “From My Quiet Place” – Thoughts from the Tub! Introductory Blog will be under the pics! Hope you enjoy this blog written by a senior citizen Grammie who loves the Lord Jesus!

From My Quiet Place
Catch up on the family!
From My Quiet Place…
thoughts from the tub!

“He reached down from on high and took hold of me; He drew me out of deep waters.” II Samuel 22:17

It’s been a while since I’ve written; Rick’s continued illness has changed our lives, we live in a new normal. I found myself sinking into the deep waters of depression, never realizing I was allowing my quiet time with the Lord to drift away. Why do Christians allow themselves to be so swept away by the world that we don’t hold on to the ONLY lifesaver we can always count on?
One morning as my husband was agreeing with the “expert” on the positives of meditation we were watching on TV, I began to pray about reestablishing a regular quiet time with the Lord. Sometimes it is tough to “get away” from the sweetly spoken requests for things he needs. Meditation didn’t seem to be my answer, the off/on button on my mind stopped working a long time ago. My mind kept rambling; “I can turn my brain off easier in a hot bath,” I thought. Bing… the light bulb went on!
The simple words, “I’m going to take a bath,” work for me… I take an old Bible that can get wet, I run hot water, and spend as much time as I need without any interruption. I truly don’t believe the Lord cares about where we meet Him, only that we do!!
All that being said, notice the new name of my musings! A new journey for Rick and me as we move into our new normal; come along with us!

From sinking sand, He lifted me,
With tender hand, He lifted me;
From shades of night to plains of light,
Oh, praise His Name, He lifted me!

Charles H. Gabriel, Public Domain

Unless noted, scripture is NIV ©1984 Int’l Bible Society
Hugs +/or ChIPS ©3/05 Eleanor J. Gale-Boone
Ministry website: http://www.asistershugs.org

About the Author: Eleanor Jean Gale-Boone lives in southern New Jersey. The eldest of six children from a close Christian family (50+ in total; 4 generations / country wide), her husband (Rick), her two children (Ed & Diana), her “in-loves” (Ed & Alyssa) and her three grandchildren (Mathieu, Emma & Amelia) are her greatest joys in life. She and her husband attend the Stagecoach Road Christian Fellowship Church in southern NJ where they serve as facilitators of GriefShare and on the Deacon and Deaconess Boards. El is also coordinator of TeknonKids! Although El suffers from Post Lyme Disease Syndrome, IBS, Fibromyalgia, and Diabetes – she serves God as He calls her, where He calls her, when He calls her – all in His power and strength. Through the power of the Spirit of God, she is learning to live in the calling of God to “be available” for Christian women seeking to find the “joy of the Lord in the mire of life’s mud”. She is a published writer, an accomplished vocalist, an ordained pastor, a Christian counselor, and maintains an on-line encouragement ministry, “A Sister’s Hugs.” This series of devotionals, From My Quiet Place follows other series, ChIPS from El, and is available 3-4 times per week on her website, at WordPress.com, dispersed through Yahoogroups.com and posted to Facebook on the page, A Sister’s Hugs Ministries. At the call of God, El has established Kitchen Table Christian Counseling Services; a pastoral counseling service for Christian women struggling on life’s journey. She schedules face-to-face sessions by appointment out of her home at ejg.boone@yahoo.com. Feel free to visit http://www.asistershugs.org. God willing, she will soon return to completing her master’s Degree in Theology and Counseling.



Part of a Lump

Part of a Lump

Does not the Potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for special purposes and some for common use?” Romans 9:21

        I am the eldest of six children; we have the same parents which means that the six of us are from the “same lump of clay” but we are VERY different. In fact, I could write a birth order article. Although I do tend to be the bossy, feel responsible, oldest child – my siblings don’t take kindly to my “birth given role.” There are some statics – we all ADORED our Mom and learned to love the Lord, eventually all accepting Jesus as our PERSONAL Savior, by osmosis and we all respected our Dad; loved them both dearly! But, there are also many differences ~ two of my brothers are law enforcement officers… the other is now a pastor after spending a career in the Coast Guard. I made most of the sporadic and ill-advised decisions; my two sisters are lovely women of God; one quietly serves the Lord and the other very publicly and wonderfully serves the Lord. The latter is our “baby.”

        I’ve spent many years ~ erroneously and sinfully ~ envying my baby sister; she is EVERYTHING I am not. Like our Mom, she is instantly admired and respected by everyone she meets. She could walk through any high school and be mistakenly taken for a student. She was, deservedly, “Teacher of the Year” at her school last year. Please know, I am not, for one moment, glamorizing her life… she has fought many spiritual battles but she always appears to have life “all together.” She is in the process of having her first book published; I will admit to having spent the last month being disappointed that it is not me; one of my hearts’ desires, for many years, has been to write a book. However, neither that nor other things I’ve longed to do just don’t seem to be in God’s plan for my life.

        I haven’t posted for a while because I have been struggling with God on the question, “What IS Your will for me?” What does “be available” mean? Why did I go through the angst of college if You aren’t going to USE me? Not only is this a chronicle of God’s answer to me but also a public admission of my sin and a U-turn in my prayer life. My blogs may be on and off for a few weeks but please bear with me; I need to digest God’s answer.

        God has shown me that to “be available” doesn’t mean I will ever be recognized but it also doesn’t mean I will spend the rest of my life seeing the result of doing His will; I simply need to TRUST MORE in His call knowing that only HE may see the result. It means that I may serve Him in a check-out line or random social event with the woman sitting next to me or on a late night train returning from Quantico with the ill-attired, loud, yet sad looking woman who asks, “can I sit here?” This blog entry is already too long but to make a long story shorter, she had come from Albany, NY to Baltimore, MD to identify her twenty-two year old son who (after only a week) had hung himself in a jail cell. Allowing God to minister to her, through me, was God’s call to “be available,” I know that now! Sometimes God needs to SHOUT before we listen!!

God has given me the desire of my heart…

and I didn’t even know it!

I thought I’d find it in HIS public service…

but He had other plans to show it!

I’m blessed to be loved by a husband…

as I’ve never known before!

My illness allows me hours at home…

to rest but also to explore

His WORD. To “be available” to pray, to listen,…

to those online or face-to-face

To share a shoulder, an ear, encouragement, or the love of God…

comforting words or tales of His grace!

I may never be “successful” or recognized as “special”

But ~ thank You Lord; I’m blessed!

I’ve recognized the power of simply being me; the pot you’ve formed

From the lump of clay; so different from the rest!


Lord; for Your love, for Your molding; for Your forgiveness, and for a new tomorrow … THANKS!

Only One

“For there is one God and one mediator between God and mankind, the man Christ Jesus, who gave Himself as a ransom for all people.” I Timothy 2:5-6 

Easter, Resurrection Sunday, whatever name you give it; in my life it has also been a reminder of how God can always work a fresh start. Yesterday, in the church my brother pastors, a friend of his proposed to his girlfriend… a fresh start for them. Being a baseball fan, I often think of how often the start of the season comes around the same time as Easter.

My husband, grandson and I drove to VA for the weekend to spend time with our son and his family. We all attended church together yesterday; the sermon really touched my heart. The pastor had entitled it “Exceeding Expectations’ and based it on Mary Magdalene’s reaction to the fresh start she had found in Jesus and her response to His single word, “Mary…” in the garden of the tomb borrowed from Nicodemus. Her sorrow turned to excitement in a second; her expectations of completing the painful task of treating the body of her Savior became unnecessary and, the moment, amazingly joyful! Her vision of a bleak, uncertain future became a new start!!

I stopped writing after some painful memories of the writers’ block I’d struggled with when my Mom passed this earth and met Jesus. When my Dad left us and met her to begin their eternity in Heaven; I simply couldn’t face sitting at the keyboard with so much ambiguity of thought – sorrow, loss, confusion and uncertainty about future relationship with my five siblings, and a deep sense of urgency to point my grandchildren toward a life as a child of God. I’ve written a little but not with the desire to please God that I’d always felt; I’ve written in the attempt to give others reason to “fight the good fight!” Yesterday, riding home from VA, I could sense the voice of God speaking to my heart about a “new start” – in not only my writing but my desire to minister as called by my Lord!

“Lord, I love you and I know you are the one and only TRUE GOD… no matter what the world wants to believe! I don’t always understand the paths to You but I know they must ALL go to Calvary and accept the sacrifice of Your Son, Jesus Christ. I sense so much adversity in the world that You have given up to Your enemy. I am a wife, a Mom, a Grammie, a sister, an aunt, a friend and so many other “people” but I AM YOUR CHILD; willing to carry YOUR name to the world!! In JESUS NAME, Amen.” 

Unless noted, scripture is NIV ©1984 Int’l Bible Society

Hugs +/or ChIPS ©3/05 Eleanor J. Gale-Boone

Ministry website: www.asistershugs.org

Women in the Lineage of Jesus – Sarah

First in the Series “Chosen Women in the Life of Christ

“The LORD had said to Abram, “Leave your country, your people and your father’s household and go to the land I will show you.” As he was about to enter Egypt, he said to his wife Sarai, “I know what a beautiful woman you are. When the Egyptians see you, they will say, ‘This is his wife.’ Then they will kill me but will let you live. Say you are my sister, so that I will be treated well for your sake and my life will be spared because of you.” Genesis 12:1, 11-13

Not too long ago, I was asked to write a series of Bible studies for a woman’s group to use during Christmas. I prayed about it, said “yes,” prayed about the topic, and began research. As I attempt to do much in an organized manner, I am also using the topic for my college paper and our devotionals beginning today. I’m not sure how this will all “pan out” as I am laying it at the feet of God but … the first in a series of Chosen Women in the Life of Christ, Sarah.

Sarah isn’t mentioned in Matthew’s genealogical listing of Christ and I wondered why. This is my theory – she was the mother of a direct line of deception (DLD) to gain one’s own way; ending with the generation of Joseph. The final woman in my theory is Tamar, coincidently the first woman mentioned by Matthew.

(Side note – A long neglected chorus is called I’ve Discovered a Way of Gladness, lately (and much later than I care to admit) I I’ve Discovered a Way of Finding Answers; search the Word of God! For many years, I have wondered why Abram took his nephew Lot along with him when God told him to move (Genesis 12:1) ~ I’ve even thought that Abram was wrong – I was the one who was wrong! After the death of his father and grandfather, although only the nephew of Abram, Lot (in Jewish custom) became Abram’s “son” and his responsibility.)

As a young man with his father, Abram (later to become Abraham) began a trip to Canaan but they stopped in Haran. In Genesis 12:1, God speaks to Abram and says (in the El version) “Continue to Canaan” promising the land to him and his descendants. I find no instruction by God but, Abram leaves Canaan because of a famine and goes to Egypt where the DLD begins:

1. Abram tells Sarai to lie, resulting in their banishment but God protects them.
2. Sarah takes matter into her own hands, resulting in Ishmael but God blesses them with Isaac.
3. Isaac is not permitted to marry a Canaanite, resulting in Rebekah and God blesses them with twins
4. Rebekah tricks Isaac into blessing Jacob, resulting in him running from his brother but God blesses him with safety
5. Jacob works for Rachel, resulting in him being deceived into marrying Leah but God blesses him with Rachel
6. Rachel’s son are shown favoritism, resulting in the sale of Joseph into slavery but God supplies food in Egypt
7. Joseph continues in DLD to bring Jacob and Benjamin to him, resulting in the Israelites being in Egypt but God blesses them there
8. Judah, son of Leah and brother of Joseph, lies to Tamar resulting in the birth of Perez but God blesses her lineage as from her seed comes David.

Many years, many lies and much deception occurred from God’s command to Abram in Genesis 12:1 “Leave your country, your people and your father’s household and go to the land I will show you.” We can only wonder how history would have been changed had Abram trusted God to care for him and his family in Canaan but, only God knows because He did not. We know after many more years the Israelites returned there, for the land of Canaan is a name denoting the country west of the Jordan and the Dead Sea, and between those waters and the Mediterranean; given by God to Abraham’s posterity, the children of Israel, and still live there today.

God has proven that He can be trusted, over and over again. Yet, I still struggle with trust issues, how about you? My road toward intimacy with my loving God would have been without many of the detours and many of the potholes had I learned much earlier, how to fully trust, would your road be the same or different? I wonder?

“Lord of Abraham, Lord of David and Lord of my life, teach me to trust. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Unless notes, all scripture is NIV, copyright 1981 International Bible Society
Hugs and ChIPS copyright 03/05 Eleanor J. Gale Boone
Visit my website: http://www.asistershugs.org


“But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. For in the days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day Noah entered the ark; …” Matthew 24:36-39 

        TV News has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. As children we couldn’t watch TV at noon or after dinner; Dad watched the news and we knew to be quiet and allow him to do so. Each family seemed to have its favorite; we were an ABC family and still are. Ironically, while we watched channel six in our home, my husband’s father was an engineer at channel six. The credit “Rick Boone, Engineer” probably appeared on our television hundreds of times before Rick and my paths crossed.

        TV News didn’t seem to be as depressing when I was a kid; all of the “evil” seemed separated from our area of southern New Jersey. We lived far away from “the cities,” places like Camden or Newark or Philadelphia; we walked anywhere without fear or anticipation. Today, however, safety is VERY elusive and the world is SO much smaller. Evil and sinful behavior seems to surround us everywhere we are; its existence is broadcast into our lives 24-7, into our own pockets and purses. “As it was in the days of Noah,” sinful behavior is celebrated, for evil reigns.

        Since we know so much of the cultures between Noah’s days and ours, we know God will protect His people (that’s us) and judge the world’s wickedness. That doesn’t mean we should simply sit in our living rooms, confident in God’s protection over and love for us. We must listen for the voice of God, as Noah and his family did, and act as the Lord desires. If He says, “speak up,” we need to use our voices for Him. If He says, “help out,” we need to use our hands, feet, and wallets for Him. If He says, “pray,” we need to carry the world’s burdens to Him and lay them at His feet. We need to live according to His principles and teachings; He has not left us without His Spirit and His servants to open the scriptures to us when we are confused or lack full understanding of His Word, the Holy Bible! 

Just as “up to the day Noah entered the ark,” God is caring for His children!! 

Unless noted, scripture is NIV ©1984 Int’l Bible Society

Hugs +/or ChIPS ©3/05 Eleanor J. Gale-Boone

Ministry website: www.asistershugs.org


“To the angel of the church in Smyrna write: These are the words of Him who is the First and the Last, who died and came to life again. I know your afflictions and your poverty—yet you are rich! I know about the slander of those who say they are Jews and are not, but are a synagogue of Satan. Do not be afraid of what you are about to suffer. I tell you, the devil will put some of you in prison to test you, and you will suffer persecution for ten days. Be faithful, even to the point of death, and I will give you life as your victor’s crown. Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches. The one who is victorious will not be hurt at all by the second death.” Revelation 2:8-11 

        Persecution and martyrdom were prevalent in the early church age. John transcribed the book of Revelation late in the first century; church history guesses between 70 A.D. and 96 A.D; already some of the apostles had been put to death for their faith. Others, although not killed, were beaten or imprisoned; John was writing this book from the Isle of Patmos where he was banished and, again according to church tradition, died of old age. Here we read Jesus’ words to the church at Smyrna that warn them of persecution, possibly leading to death.

        However, before the warnings, Jesus praises them for their faith in spite of adversity. Apparently, the congregation at Smyrna included materially poor people some of whom were afflicted either physically or mentally. Yet, Jesus affirms that they are rich; I believe we can safely assume that these riches were in love and faith. As many churches are today, the church of Smyrna was being badmouthed and lied against by a neighboring congregation that is called by Jesus, “a synagogue of satan.” Nice neighbors, huh? Jesus praises the church for its today, warns them against their tomorrow, and promises them a bright tomorrow! 

“Whoever has ears, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches. The one who is victorious will not be hurt at all by the second death.”


Unless noted, scripture is NIV ©1984 Int’l Bible Society

Hugs +/or ChIPS ©3/05 Eleanor J. Gale-Boone

Ministry website: www.asistershugs.org


“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.”Psalm 139:13 

        It’s not easy writing an entry about mothers since losing mine from a rare strain of breast cancer on 12/14/10. To describe her in just a few words is impossible; she was incredible! However, looking back I must thank her, first and foremost, for pointing me to God. She didn’t just take the six of us to Sunday school; my Mom LIVED her love for the Lord, her trust in His teachings, and her knowledge of His faithfulness through all things. There was not a time I can remember that I went to her with a problem without talking about the Lord and His consistent goodness! 

        It’s also not easy writing about mothers without recognizing that not all women who have given birth to children are good mothers. There are children born every day with mothers who are addicted or emotionally ill or dulled to love by poverty or inhabited by uncontrolled anger. As a young mother with two little ones who always seemed to have the sniffles or something, I looked out the window to see the four children across the street playing in puddles without coats in the icy rain. Nothing made sense so I called Mom; her answer was, “Sweetie, all you can do is pray for those children. All kids aren’t born with good mommies; the Lord takes care of those ones.” 

        To reword the common phrase, opinions are like noses, everyone has one but few are alike (or those relatedly similar), Mothers are like noses, everyone has one and they are all different. I knew 2 of my grandmothers, had at least six aunts who were all mothers, had one mom, have two sisters who are mothers, and have one daughter who is a mother.  Each one was different; most displayed the love and caring we expect from mothers, a couple did not but amazingly the Lord provided to every child a precious mother figure! How blessed we are as children of God; those of us with wonderful mothers can rejoice with them and for those who do not, He provides an army of Godly women! 

Unless noted, scripture is NIV ©1984 Int’l Bible Society

Hugs +/or ChIPS ©3/05 Eleanor J. Gale-Boone

Ministry website: www.asistershugs.org

“I the Lord do not change.” Malachi 3:6

          When my husband were dating and began making plans for the future; there were a few things that concerned me. As we spoke about the changes that would take place in each of our lives, one by one my concerns dropped “off the radar.” Aside from the difference in our ages which has a funny story all its own; I remember two discussions. The first was about “families.” I am the eldest of six children with an 80+ yr. old father, five “in-loves,” two married children, 2 grandchildren, 11 nieces/nephews complete with a few spouses, and (at the time) 10 grandnieces/nephews. We have since added one “first daughter-in-law,” a new granddaughter, and 4 grand-nephews. Rick has one sister, one brother-in-law, and one nephew. The second discussion was about living arrangements; he was renting, I owned a home. Although it sounds simple, it was not as the ceilings in my home were only 6’6” and Rick is 6’3.”
           To make a long story short; we have made the adjustments and have a wonderful life but, along the way, made one big mistake!! Possibly because he had no kids or grandkids and always wanted both OR possibly because it was so much fun for me to share parenting/grandparenting with someone … we have totally spoiled the kids and grandkids! As painful as we know this can be, we realize it is time to “pull in the reigns.” This change is occurring as, not because we do not love the most adorable, wonderful, three grandchildren in the world but because we do, we have created three little material stuff monsters!!
           Change … no matter how necessary … is never easy! In some ways, change is like lying … it takes little effort to “do” but lots of effort to “remember.” I am so happy that God never makes mistakes and never changes!! He loves me with the same love that was showered on Moses, David, Elijah, Simon Peter, and the apostle Paul! God’s grace is the same for me as for you! His kindness, comfort, and peace is consistent; it is never based on my behavior or whether I “please” Him! Hip, hip Hooray!

He never changes
He’s always the same
Through all the ages
He always remains

Forever constant
Forever a friend
Forever faithful
His love knows no end
(Artist: 4Him)

Unless noted, scripture is NIV ©1984 Int’l Bible Society
Hugs +/or ChIPS ©3/05 Eleanor J. Gale-Boone
Ministry website: http://www.asistershugs.org

Looking for a Hero

We wait in hope for the LORD; He is our help and our shield.  In Him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in His Holy name.  May Your unfailing love rest upon us, O Lord, even as we put our hope in You.”  Psalm 33:20-22 

I know very little about Ben Stein but I know from the things I’ve read that he’s amazingly insightful.  He has recently resigned from writing a very successful syndicated column.  I thought I’d share this column with you; it definitely made me think about who I admire and, even more, who I encourage others (including the children around me) to admire. In the week we commemorate as Jesus’ last on Earth, we recall how His life is worthy of love and “Hero-worship.”

How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today’s World?

As I begin to write this, I “slug” it, as we writers say, which means I put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is “eonlineFINAL,” and it gives me a shiver to write it. I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end.

It worked well for a long time, but gradually, my changing as a person and the world’s change have overtaken it. On a small scale, Morton’s (Morton’s is a famous chain of Steakhouses known to be frequented by movie stars and famous people from around the globe), while better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie. But Morton’s is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.

Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to.

How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today’s world, if by a “star” we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model? Real stars are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese girls do their nails.

They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer. A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit, Iraq. He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets. Instead, he faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world.

A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of Baghdad . He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him.

A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded ordnance on a street near where he was guarding a station. He pushed her aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad.

The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists.

We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our magazines. The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.

I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who is eating at Morton’s is a big subject.

There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament…the policemen and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children; the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards.

Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center as the towers began to collapse. Now you have my idea of a real hero.

I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters. This is my highest and best use as a human. I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve Martin…or Martin Mull or Fred Willard–or as good an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them.

But I could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and, above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me. This came to be my main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister’s help). I cared for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.

This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York. I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.

Faith is not believing that God can. It is knowing that God will.

Lord, You are the object of my devotion … Do I reflect that to others? I love You.  In Jesus’ name, Amen


Unless noted, scripture is NIV ©1984 Int’l Bible Society

Hugs +/or ChIPS ©3/05 Eleanor J. Gale-Boone

Please visit my website at http://www.asistershugs.org

Change is Coming

“Six days before the Passover, Jesus came to Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. Here a dinner was given in Jesus’ honor. Martha served, while Lazarus was among those reclining at the table with Him. Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped His feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. But one of His disciples, Judas Iscariot, who was later to betray Him, objected, ‘Why wasn’t this perfume sold and the money given to the poor? It was worth a year’s wages.’ He did not say this because he cared about the poor but because he was a thief; as keeper of the money bag, he used to help himself to what was put into it. ’Leave her alone,’ Jesus replied. ‘It was intended that she should save this perfume for the day of my burial. You will always have the poor among you, but you will not always have Me.’ Meanwhile a large crowd of Jews found out Jesus was there and came, not only because of Him but also to see Lazarus, whom He had raised from the dead. So the chief priests made plans to kill Lazarus as well, for on account of him many of the Jews were going over to Jesus and believing in Him.” John 12:1-11 

        If every Christian, living on the earth right now, was sent a message directly from God with the question, “What is your favorite passage of scripture from My Holy Word and why?” How would you answer on the postage paid, reply card? My guess would be that not one card would be repetitive of another. Not only that, I believe that if we had sent a card back at age 20, another at 40 and another tomorrow; few, if any, of us would have the same choice all three times. One amazingly awesome fact about the Holy Word of God is that it is not a dormant piece of literature. The Holy Bible is a living tool for the Christian and pre-Christian; one can read it over and over again with the verses speaking to our hearts and souls differently every time.

        When I was a young teen, our Sunday School teacher asked us to choose a life verse; he gave us two weeks to prayer about it, write it down, and bring it back to class. I can remember struggling with this choice until I came upon John 3:30, in the NIV the words of John the Baptist are translated as “He [Jesus] must become greater; I must become less.” I have held to the teachings of that verse since the day I committed to it yet, in the last couple of years, 1 John 3:1a, “See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!” is possibly the verse I quote most. Your guess for my favorite book of the Bible would probably be John, right? BOOOOP; wrong… Old Testament is Habbakuk and New Testament is Luke. However, for the next few days, weeks, or months (this is devotional #975) as I approach the 1000th devotional I’ve written, I’d like to use what I believe to be the most moving and meaningful chapters of the Holy Bible, John 12 through 17.

        As usual, there is a method to my madness. I’ve alluded to the fact that I am diligently praying for direction from God; In my mind, I want to write a book. However, I will not begin without my mind, soul, and heart being in one accord and knowing it is in the will of God. If God points me in this direction, it will consume the time I use now to write this blog/devotional. While I will never abandon the blessing of praying for all those who read this or have contact with me through http://www.asistershugs.org, Facebook, e-mail, etc., nor will I discontinue the encouragement, journey-counseling ministry God has called me to, nor the honor of being Rick Boone’s wife, John Gale’s daughter (and therefore sibling/auntie/great-auntie), or Mom/Grammie; I will suspend ChIPS from El which I began writing in March of 2005. Stay tuned…

        My life during these 10 years has taken many twists and turns, detours of my own making, and quiet periods when no words were forthcoming but now I feel like Mary in John 12. I believe it is time for me to pour out, in sacrifice to the Lord, one of my greatest earthly treasures, the words of my heart and the revelations God has opened to me. Mary’s sacrifice of the nard wasn’t the reason for her mention in the scriptures; she was a friend of Jesus and a princess, for she was a daughter of the King of kings! I am no one outside of who I am in God! 

Like oil upon Your feet

Like wine for You to drink

Like water from my heart

I pour my love on You

If praise is like perfume

I’ll lavish mine on You

Till every drop is gone

I’ll pour my love on You

(lyrics: Phillips, Craig and Dean)


Unless noted, scripture is NIV ©1984 Int’l Bible Society

Hugs +/or ChIPS ©3/05 Eleanor J. Gale-Boone

Ministry website: www.asistershugs.org