Apr 30, 2013

Bree's Babble

Today is Tuesday. It's not as bad as Mondays. It's not as anxious as Wednesdays. It's not as awesome as Fridays. It's just kind of like that warm glass of hot cocoa with just the right amount of marshmallows on that not-too-cold but no-where-near-hot kind of sweater and jeans day. It's just.
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I wonder how some days my hair can look so good and then other days it can look so terribly when I do the same exact thing to it every day! How does this occur?
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Will I ever stop craving sugar? Seriously. When they perform an autopsy on me one day, they're going to open me up and pure cane sugar is just going to pour right out of me.
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I realized (but didn't) how having puppies would be so similar to having children. But seriously....it is ridiculously close. They poop...you have to clean it up. They throw tantrums, they break things, they hog the ENTIRE bed when they sleep with you...they dont go to bed when they're supposed to...and you don't know what you would ever do without them. The amount of love that you have for them & that they have for you - so unconditional - you wouldn't trade them for all the un-ripped-up socks in the world.
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I feel really smart, like "I need to wear glasses regularly" & go to Star Wars role-play-competitions-dressed-as-Chewbacca type of smart, learning coding. Mind you I'm learning the EASY, EASY stuff. But I can still pretend that I'm on a beach in Maui coding for multi-billion dollar websites, right?
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I wonder if I'll ever comprehend and grasp the whole "fashion" thing? The other day I went through my closet and started putting things together and realized....I have NO true fashion sense. I get lucky sometimes and I'll see someone wear something and so I'll try it and JACKPOT! I strut my stuff like I'm on the Red Carpet, stopping to pose & tilting my head back to laugh that wide-mouthed-laugh and pretend like I, Bree Reynolds, made this look happen!!! But then there are days, in between those fashionista's posts, when I must hunt for myself and I realize....that grass is REALLY tall...and that fashion-gazelle in REALLY fast....and I am REALLY unequipped to tackle it. And so I just hang my head low...take that polka-dot shirt, army pants and crocs off...and I trade them in for plain blue jeans and a black T and quietly go back to observing those beautiful, mysterious fashion lionesses who kill it every single time. So kudos to you, girls! Thank you for allowing me to partake in your glorious talents!

Apr 26, 2013

Friday Favorites

Happy Friday!!!

I had a bit of a rough start this morning. Actually, I wouldn't call it "rough". I would call it: "I wanna stay in my nice warm bed. PLEASE DONT MAKE ME GET UP!" kind of a start.
The problems in my life, right? :)

However, I am very happy that it IS Friday because I have a really fun weekend planned this weekend so I'm thankful this day has finally come! This weekend I am continuing my studies to learn coding! I started learning the basics of HTML coding last night. It was a lot of fun, actually. I didn't expect to understand a lot going into it but I find that my repetitive nature really enjoys writing and re-writing the "skeleton" of coding and I really enjoyed learning something new. So I'm excited to continue that tonight. Tomorrow the Monster and I (that's my nickname for my Hubby. Not because he's a mean, terrible, angry monster. It's just because he's so ornery. His love language is "pestering", he always says. He must love me a LOT! :) ) have a really fun weekend planned with friends tomorrow so I'm really excited for Saturday to come. Mostly because we get to go SHOPPING in the company of AWESOME new friends :)

So anyhow, that is my weekend! To start your Friday off right, here is my Friday Favorites post for today.

Today's topic - Favorite Fashion Obsessions

sparkle tights. Sick!!

Sparkle Leggings - Mostly because I just love ANYTHING sparkly, shiny or glittery!

Long Blouse with Leggings. - LOVE this!!!

Long blouses with leggings. I just think it's such an adorable look.

so cute.

Off-the-shoulder shirts and bandannas. I love the separate accessory items, as well as the combination of them together.

in love with this

Tribal! I am obsessed with this pattern this year. I have a pair of Aztec/Tribal leggings that I just want to wear every single day! But...apparently that's a big, flashing red NO NO in the fashion world. Boo...


Hats! I've had this obsession for a very long time. I've kind of adopted Fedora's as my signature fashion items. I own quite a few in different patterns, sizes and colors. But I really want to branch out and get different styles like this one that my lovely gal Brittany has:

 
 (check out her awesome blog here for many more trendy fashion ideas. She's a total fashion icon.)

And just about anything that this little hottie wears:


If you want to see what an awesome fashion diva this girl is, check out her life style blog on Tumblr:  //kerri . You can thank me later for all the wonderful ideas you'll get from her. (or you can thank me now. I'll accept it)

That's it for today! Have a FANTASTIC FRIDAY and a beautifully lovely weekend :)
xoxoxoxo

Apr 18, 2013

Spotlight - Ashley

When I read Ashley's story, it only took me a couple paragraphs for me to realize that I had some major demolition and re-construction to do in my heart. Reading her story, I was riddled with guilt and conviction (and thankfully, a large amount of deep, deep compassion). I have to honestly say, it has been a very, very long time since something has brought on such a drastic change in my life, my opinions, and my beliefs as her story did. Her story is one that is shared with the largest supply of strength, bravery and humility as any story I've ever heard told. It is a topic that is often so harshly & unmercifully ridiculed and judged - and yet her story is so humbly sprinkled with so much forgiveness and tenderness to it's readers.

It is my absolute privilege, and quite honestly my honor, to feature Ashley as my April
"Spotlight Feature".


Ashley - from Sweetly Worn


"If I actually hit send on this one, just know I've completely put myself out there, and please have grace. I suppose everyone has their deep secrets.  This is mine.  In fact I'm so adverse to talk about it, I don't think I've ever shared my testimony (to a group) and included this part.  It's a huge part, but I can't go there.  And even now I am hiding behind my computer screen trying not to imagine the faces of people reading this.

Today is the 40th anniversary of Roe v Wade.  40 years and its still a pretty charged topic.  Christians rarely let up on the pursuit of right to life, and that's good.  But to be honest with you, I often cringe when Christians shout 'murderer murderer' in reference to any girl that's sat in a Planned Parenthood room.  6 years later and those words still sting- and it doesn't take much time in a church to hear them with regularity.

No one ever thinks of the face of the girls there.  Maybe because no one knows their faces.  You have to actually be getting one to even get in.  And so in that sense, I get it.  But the thing is, that waiting room is not full of haughty eyes and rebellious women.  It's full of lonely and scared women who don't realize that Jesus is the one in whom they find their self worth.  I'm sure some women are the 'cold blooded murderers' portrayed by pro life stances.  But it really isn't the majority.

There are a lot of reasons I say this.  For one thing, 80% of college women will experience date rape.  80%  Please wrap your head around that statistic.  Out of 10 girls, 8 of them will experience date rape.  And based on my own personal life experience and people I've talked to, that is an absolutely correct statistic.  Most of these women will never come forward.  In fact I've known between 10-20 personal friends experience this and I know of one who pressed charges.  (the legal system failed her, btw)  Rape is one of the singularly most traumatic things a girl can experience.  There is nothing that will more shatter her self worth than that.  And often, when you find out a girl was raped, the story follows the same pattern. The girl proceeds to allow herself to be used by anyone.  Now if 80% of women in college have experienced this, it stands to reason that a LARGE percentage of college age abortion getting women are there because they were raped.  Does that excuse their action, no.  But do you really have the heart to look at a heart that broken and call her murderer?

Or what about the high schoolers.  The high schoolers I saw were brought there by their parents.  Do they even have a choice?  I can't imagine the fear of going against my parents at 16 to raise a baby they don't want to raise.  And these girls are just kids.  They are just kids.

Or how about the fact that 1 in 4 American girls are victims of sexual abuse.  How do you know how many of those millions of girls getting an abortion aren't suffering the anguish of such a trauma.  If rape shatters a girl in one act, I cannot imagine what a girl who has been repeatedly raped by an adult thinks of herself.  Does that give her the right to have an abortion, again no.  But you have to understand that the women who have entered these clinics are hurting.  They are hurting, yall.

There is a saying which goes "guys use a relationship to get sex.  girls use sex to get a relationship."  And here is my guess where you find the majority of women.  I know that is where I found myself.  It was never like I set out to get there.  But I wasn't a very strong Christian, and certainly not a strong person, and I had on 2 occasions almost been part of the 80% and I just didn't think I was worth much.  I honestly would think things like there was some invisible brand that suggested to all men that I was worthless and he could push me as far as he wanted.  Literally thought that exact thing.  And I didn't want to break up with said guy, because I thought if I just stayed with him it would sort of make up for it.  And maybe one day we would get married (which we did-nightmare) and then it would alleviate my own sin and I would actually be ok.  But in between my giving in and marriage, I did end up in that clinic.  And I hated every second of it.  I never once thought it was ok.  But I had so much pressure from him to go through with it.  And I knew that if I didn't that would be the end.  And I couldn't wrap my mind around it ending, because then I would really just be a sinner.  I so desperately wanted to make our relationship work because I was so fixated with fixing my sexual worthlessness.  And I did it.

And for the next several years it tore me up.  There were very few years where anniversaries and due dates didn't flash across my mind.  To this day, I don't think a week that goes by I don't think of it.  I don't think a month goes by where I don't wonder what will it be like to see that child when I go to heaven?  Will they hate me?  I call Jude my atonement child because from the day I entered that clinic I never felt I deserved motherhood.  What kind of mom does that?  I actually struggled a lot when I first started teaching because what kind of teacher does that?

When I found out about Jude, I was both relieved and afraid.  I was terrified of a miscarriage as God's way of punishing me.  Throughout my pregnancy, God began the process of showing me he really did love me.  And he didn't save me and expect perfection.  And that there was grace grace grace.  I picked the name Jude because I love the Beatles song.  And the idea of taking a sad song and making it better is really the story of my life.  But I also loved that it means 'praised'.  My heart has praised God everyday for my atonement child.  The one who showed me that God's grace was inexhaustible.  Unfathomable.  Covered it all.  He has used Jude to save me from a sense of worthlessness, from a bad marriage, from giving in to the depression and anxiety from my marriage failing, and 1000 other ways.

I share this from the darkest corner of my soul.  And I don't want to even think about what this will mean in relationships with people.  I guess I can't imagine grace from others very well.  But it occurred to me that this isn't my story.  It's God's story.  He's sovereign over it all.  And far be it from me to hold back.

If you remember anything from this story, remember that the girls who walk into those clinics are hurting.  At least most of them.  They were hurting before they ever got pregnant probably.  And before you cast the first stone, try to understand that there's a pain in their souls and an emptiness that only Love can fill.  Yes, support your politicians and make your voice heard.  But don't forget that there are faces behind policies.  Speak up for the babies, by all means.  But remember that there are plenty of girls reading your posts that have an ache in their heart that they will live with forever.  Speak love to those girls.  Take time to ask them what brought them to that place.  It will probably break your heart, but it's the broken hearts that are the easiest to lead back home, back to the God who loves them."

There is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit of life set me free from the law of sin and death ~ Romans 8:1

I tell you, open your eyes and look at the fields!  They are ripe for harvest ~ John 4:35

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Apr 12, 2013

Friday Favorites

It's Friday, again, and I couldn't be more grateful! I have a stack of books I can't wait to devour this weekend. With my last two weekends being jam-packed with fun family visitations, I am looking forward to a quieter, slower weekend.

In honor of my weekend plans, today's Friday Favorites is dedicated to: BOOKS!!!

Favorite childhood book - I'm sure my Dad probably knows better what book I obsessed over most as a little child but of all the books I REMEMBER reading, I remember LOVING "Where the Wild Things Are". That's why when the movie came out I was sooooooo excited to see it! It was a little bit of a let-down. But the little girl inside of me still loved it.
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Favorite genre of books - Memoirs, definitely. I love reading about other people's struggles and how they overcame them. It does a lot for my faith in humanity and keeps my heart focused on recognizing others in need.
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The most powerful book I ever read - "Redeeming Love" by Francine Rivers. P-O-W-E-R-F-U-L book. READ IT!
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The book my nose is stuffed into right now - "Running With Scissors". I have to admit....I started reading it yesterday and am on page 70 out of 360-something and I'm just really disturbed. I'm not sure what I think about this book. It's just very.....disturbing is the only justifiable word that comes to mind for this book.
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The book that opened my eyes to the world around me- "Not Without my Daughter" by Betty Mahmoody & William Hoffer. You should definitely pick it up. Great book. Definitely opens your eyes to what's going on in other parts of the world.
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The book that made me cry crocodile tears - "Trafficked: The Diary of a Sex Slave" by Sibel Hodge. This is a book that, especially women, cannot read without SOMETHING awakening inside them. We hear what's going on in the sex-slavery industry; we watch movies like "Taken" and we think: "Ugh, that would be awful." But when you read this book, something changes. You learn what the TRUE realities are of this industry. It certainly left an aching in my heart that I welcome to stay there as long as it takes to bring change.
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The book that has had the greatest impact on my life - The Bible, most definitely. Even if you don't associate yourself with the Christian "religion", you should stick pick it up and read through it. It's the largest collection of biographies, poems and history in one book. It has action, romance, blood, violence, laughter, sorrow and triumph. It's every genre of literature in one book. If you've never read the Bible or you've tried and you didn't understand it, start with "The Message" Bible and start in the chapter of John. And if you ever have questions, leave me a comment. I can't promise I'll always have the answers right away for you but I promise I'll pray on your behalf and I'll seek them out for you.


Happy Friday, everyone! Have an AMAZING weekend!
xoxoxo










Apr 10, 2013

A man named Steve

Happy, Happy Birthday to my amazing Father. My Daddy and I have sooooooo much history together. Looking back at it all, I would have never planned for how our lives would unfold. But I can see where GOD had us in HIS hands all along the way.


I cannot put into words the love, admiration and respect I have for my Dad. Even in our roughest moments, I've always needed him.

Dad, there are so many things I want to say - I just can't seem to find the words to use. How does a girl describe the love she has for her Dad? I remember the Father-Daughter dates we used to have - going out for ice cream, driving around in your FORD F-350, and the locket you bought me. I remember all your hugs and kisses and hand-holds. I remember when you used to wrap me up in the bedsheets and rocket-launch me into what felt like space and the big papa-bear hugs you used to give me when I bruised my knees playing outside. You were my hero - my Superman; a cape you can never, ever outgrow. I remember all the encouragement you gave me, the Softball games you coached, the school plays you video taped and the talent shows you chuckled through. I remember your face at everything that ever mattered in my childhood.

What I remember most, above every memory, was the optimism you had for life & the trust you had in GOD. No matter what you faced - worrying if we'd make the bills, switching jobs because you weren't getting paid, diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor or watching everything you/we built fall through your hands like sand....you believed in the LORD and trusted in HIS wisdom. There was never a moment when I ever saw you turn your back on GOD. You remained solid, faithful, and grounded in what you knew to be of GOD's character. It's the words unspoken that I heard the loudest.

Today I celebrate you and the man that you are - a man of profound faith, love and an endless supply of laughter.


Happy Birthday to my Father - my hero - my friend.

Love you, Daddy.

Apr 5, 2013

Spread the love

So, I'm new to this whole "blogging world" and that can be really intimidating sometimes. There's this weird invisible pressure you feel entering into this world. As you read through the thousands of blogs on the web, you are overwhelmed by the amount of talent streaming through the inter-net. (Ok, I hyphened that because that's the way it sounded in my head. No judgement.) So you think to yourself - what am I even doing? Why am I even bothering to do this? Look at all the followers she/has/they have! And I have 5. FIVE!!!! (which by the way, I say that in NO amount of dissatisfaction or with an ungrateful attitude. I am so honored to have the 5 of you that I do. It means the WORLD to me that you would invest your time and attention in my blog. Thank you, thank you, thank you for your love, encouragement and support. You'll always be my #1 supporters because you were the first supporters *smile*) And so you feel this need to write a compelling blog. "What will make grab people's attention? Maybe I can write about ________ because it will make them cry!" Or "maybe I can write about _______ because it will make them laugh hysterically and they'll keep coming back to see what other funny things I'll post!" (Which I'm soooo glad I vetoed that idea almost immediately because I am NOT funny!) But then you run across a blog like Natalie's over at Nat the Fat Rat and you are humbled - HUMBLED - at her focus. And you realize - this isn't about me! This isn't about "grabbing" readers or lulling readers into a false sense of security. I can't be anyone else but myself. I can't pretend to be compelling or funny or anything else that isn't me. My focus shouldn't be on me at all!! My focus needs to be on how to use my blog to touch other people - to make a difference - to spread love, encouragement and a sense of value, ownership and BELONGING to anyone who stumbles across it. Even if they never stay...even if they never follow me...even if they never read my blog again. If I can just touch 1 person, through 1 post, 1 time - that makes this whole journey valuable.

And so - I am taking this opportunity to do just that. Natalie has posted a challenge - to spread LOVE over the intern-et (I know, I know, I'm sorry! Idk what my brain is doing with that word!!!!) for the next week. Her challenge is to spread love through Twitter, Instagram, Blogging, FB, etc - all over the place! Here's how it works:

Between now and April 12th (that's next Friday), compliment the women in your life via the internet. Use sites like the ones listed above and use the hashtag #mightylove. A tracker has been installed to track all the hashtags. If we can reach 500 hashtagged compliments by next Friday, the peeps at go mighty will donate $500 to a battered women's shelter in NY. People - that's big money!

So use your hashtags (again that's #mightylove) and be sure to tag Natalie so she can keep track with all we're doing! You can tag her at @natthefatrat.

Please take this opportunity to encourage and compliment the girls in your life. What a wonderful opportunity to use your words for good!!!

Here are some examples of compliments you can give:



Can't WAIT to see how many lives we touch!!!!

xoxoxo

Friday Favorites


 
I LOVE Friday's. I know - who doesn't? I just love them because it means more time with my hubby, puppies and friends. Friday's just always put me in a really good mood.

This Friday is especially awesome because my Mom comes into town to visit me from Phoenix, AZ today! Whoop Whoop!!!! *shakin' my bum* I'm really excited to see her. We're going to be doing a lot of "girlie" stuff this weekend that I haven't done in almost a year. We're going to hit up some shopping spots, get our nails did, watch chick flicks, etc. It's going to be awesome!!!

Many pics to come, I'm sure!

Today's Friday Favorites is all about MUSIC!!!! One of my favorite things in the whole world.
Are you ready???

Favorite genre of music - Soul and R&B, for sure.
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Favorite Singer/Musician - My husband of course. He's the sexiest guitarist alive!!!!


But since apparently my hubby doesn't "count", I'd have to say Adele & TayTay (that's Taylor Swift for those of you that don't know) are probably my top favorites right now.
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Favorite song to listen to while cleaning - Pocket Full of Sunshine. It just gets me in the mood to bounce around the house & sing to objects, like my lamps while I'm dusting.
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The song that totally "gets me" - Save Me From Myself, by Christina Aguilera. I just associate on so many levels with that song.
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That one song that gets me dancing - I Knew You Were Trouble by TayTay
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The song that makes me jump on tables and pump my fits - Titanium!!!! Man, that song just gets me geared up to put on combat boots and kick people in their shins.
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The musician who just puts me in a warm & fuzzy mood - Michael Buble. Need I say more???
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My favorite song of all time - The one my hubby Alex wrote for me. It's incredibly powerful. It's amazing. Here is a glimpse at part of the lyrics:

You were made for me,
and I was made to make you happy.
This is our love song
our heart's melody.
GOD's the conductor
and our love's the symphony.

Ugh. Still brings tears to my eyes!!!! I walked down the aisle to that song on our wedding day, folks. I love it that much.

That's all I have for today! Have a Fabulous Friday and a wonderful weekend!

xoxoxo





Apr 4, 2013

That "THING"

There will be days when you feel alone.
Like everyone you ever felt close to is miles away, even if they're just a few blocks or rooms away.
You feel alone in your battle; covered in your own blood, feeling as though your infantry as retreated, abandoning you in your fight.

So often in these moments, we as Christians will recite Scriptures or give each other encouragement, reminding one another that GOD is with us & that HE close to us. And there are moments, more moments than not, when that helps.

But there are those few moments when even Scriptures, encouragement and prayer don't immediately take the pain or that 'lonely' feeling away. You're forever grateful for that person or people who took the moment out of their days to love on you and pray for you and encourage you. But your heart is still that heavy anvil in your chest (or in your stomach, if you're me.)

It's these moments that are the hardest to weather.
They are cold.
They are dark.
They are quiet.
They are isolating.

They leave you alone.
They leave you burdened.
They leave you pained.

It's in these moments that the toughest decisions have to be made:
what do you trust?
Do you trust those feelings of seclusion?
Do you trust those moments of darkness?
Do you trust those feelings of rejection, disappointment, hopelessness, confusion, guilt, anger, pain, remorse, victimization, anxiety, betrayal and/or defeat?
Or do you trust, that even if you can't hear it....
Even if you can't feel it....
Even if you can't touch it or really, quite honestly, don't believe it right now....
Do you trust that the storm will subside and that waters will calm;
that the waves will die down and the boat will come to rest?

This the the "faith" that we Christians speak so much about.
The thing that makes absolutely no sense...
The thing that denies all sensibility....
The thing that is completely contradictory to all we have ever been taught or can grasp with our human emotions or mentalities.

Faith is the belief in things that are not as though they are;
being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.
It's to believe that despite all the destruction you see in front of you...
all the demolition you feel inside of you...
all the chaos that is around you...
all the misunderstanding that is about you...
all the persecution that is directed to you...
all the damage that has been done to you...
all the mistakes that were made by you...
all the harm that was brought on by those closest to you...

Faith is the belief that things WILL be better, even though they aren't.
Faith is the belief that people WILL act better, even if they aren't.
Faith is the belief that you WILL feel better, even if you don't.
Faith is the belief that your circumstances WILL change, even if they aren't.
Faith is the belief that your marriage WILL last, even if it's breaking apart.
Faith is the belief that your children WILL know the LORD, even if they don't.
Faith is the belief that you CAN break free from drugs and alcohol, even if you still haven't.
Faith is the belief that you WILL have a child, even if you haven't yet.
Faith is the belief that you WILL find the man or woman you will marry, even if you haven't yet.
Faith is the belief that you WILL get a job & you WILL have provision for your family, even if you don't right now.
Faith is the belief that you CAN have a "normal", deep, meaningful and lasting relationship with someone despite rape or molestation.
Faith is the belief that you ARE forgiven for the things you have done and the mistakes you have made, even if you don't feel like you are.
Faith is the belief that GOD DOES exist and that HE IS living, even if you don't see HIM, feel HIM, or understand all there is to HIM.
It's the belief that Christianity is NOT a religion, paying tribute to a body stolen by the Jews. It's the belief that GOD is alive and that HIS son was beaten, bruised, flesh torn, body pierced, sent to the grave and resurrected all so that YOU can have a RELATIONSHIP, not a religion, with HIM.

Faith is the belief that GOD IS there and DOES care for you, even if you don't feel it.

Faith is the difference in me today than who I was 5 years ago.
It's not something I "got" because I'm special or because I'm "spiritual" or because I'm not a "free-thinker."
Faith is something I work at. It doesn't come naturally. Naturally, I get highly stressed, anxious, and irritated; I doubt, I complain, I get confused and I get overwhelmed.

Faith is something I ask GOD for and it's something HE freely gives me. HE's patient. HE's understanding. HE's generous in HIS giving.

Faith can heal your open wounds, your hurts, your pains, your disappointments and your sorrows.
Faith is free to you, too.
It's not something you have to do anything special for.
All you have to do is ASK.

If you ask, you shall receive.
HE is close to the broken hearted, ready to heal their wounds and give them beauty for their ashes.

Faith = Miracles

Hebrews 11:1-39
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.  This is what the ancients were commended for.  By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God's command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible.  By faith Abel offered God a better sacrifice than Cain did. By faith he was commended as a righteous man, when God spoke well of his offerings. And by faith he still speaks, even though he is dead.  By faith Enoch was taken from this life, so that he did not experience death; he could not be found, because God had taken him away. For before he was taken, he was commended as one who pleased God.  And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.  By faith Noah, when warned about things not yet seen, in holy fear built an ark to save his family. By his faith he condemned the world and became heir of the righteousness that comes by faith.  By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going.  By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise.  For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God.  By faith Abraham, even though he was past age--and Sarah herself was barren--was enabled to become a father because he considered him faithful who had made the promise.  And so from this one man, and he as good as dead, came descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as countless as the sand on the seashore.  All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance. And they admitted that they were aliens and strangers on earth.  People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own.  If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return.  Instead, they were longing for a better country--a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.  By faith Abraham, when God tested him, offered Isaac as a sacrifice. He who had received the promises was about to sacrifice his one and only son,  even though God had said to him, "It is through Isaac that your offspring will be reckoned."  Abraham reasoned that God could raise the dead, and figuratively speaking, he did receive Isaac back from death.  By faith Isaac blessed Jacob and Esau in regard to their future.  By faith Jacob, when he was dying, blessed each of Joseph's sons, and worshiped as he leaned on the top of his staff.  By faith Joseph, when his end was near, spoke about the exodus of the Israelites from Egypt and gave instructions about his bones.  By faith Moses' parents hid him for three months after he was born, because they saw he was no ordinary child, and they were not afraid of the king's edict.  By faith Moses, when he had grown up, refused to be known as the son of Pharaoh's daughter.  He chose to be mistreated along with the people of God rather than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a short time.  He regarded disgrace for the sake of Christ as of greater value than the treasures of Egypt, because he was looking ahead to his reward.  By faith he left Egypt, not fearing the king's anger; he persevered because he saw him who is invisible.  By faith he kept the Passover and the sprinkling of blood, so that the destroyer of the firstborn would not touch the firstborn of Israel.  By faith the people passed through the Red Sea as on dry land; but when the Egyptians tried to do so, they were drowned.  By faith the walls of Jericho fell, after the people had marched around them for seven days.  By faith the prostitute Rahab, because she welcomed the spies, was not killed with those who were disobedient.  And what more shall I say? I do not have time to tell about Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, David, Samuel and the prophets,  who through faith conquered kingdoms, administered justice, and gained what was promised; who shut the mouths of lions,  quenched the fury of the flames, and escaped the edge of the sword; whose weakness was turned to strength; and who became powerful in battle and routed foreign armies.  Women received back their dead, raised to life again. Others were tortured and refused to be released, so that they might gain a better resurrection.  Some faced jeers and flogging, while still others were chained and put in prison.  They were stoned; they were sawed in two; they were put to death by the sword. They went about in sheepskins and goatskins, destitute, persecuted and mistreated--  the world was not worthy of them. They wandered in deserts and mountains, and in caves and holes in the ground.  These were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised.