<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875</id><updated>2011-12-01T11:31:40.698-05:00</updated><category term='Riches'/><category term='Gossip'/><category term='Freedom'/><category term='Quality Time'/><category term='Trust God'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Love One Another'/><category term='Satan&apos;s Tools'/><category term='Finding Strength in Our Weakness'/><category term='Holy Spirit'/><category term='Draw Near to God'/><category term='Insults'/><category term='Water'/><category term='Believe'/><category term='Biblical Humor'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='Seeds'/><category 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term='Selfishness'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Choices'/><category term='Word of God'/><title type='text'>Saved by Faith</title><subtitle type='html'>Hebrews 10:22 "let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-77387902873063259</id><published>2011-12-01T11:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T11:31:40.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Provides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is Our Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Inspires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believe'/><title type='text'>Housed with Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZM1iMZvHuc/TteqgR1CwYI/AAAAAAAAAto/98QnLmV7eQ0/s1600/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZM1iMZvHuc/TteqgR1CwYI/AAAAAAAAAto/98QnLmV7eQ0/s200/house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681196926469587330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine is Christian. She &amp; her husband bought a house a few years back at a high price. Something happened where they ran into trouble... the realtors [over]sold them a 5 bedroom when it was registered with the city as a 2 bedroom. They got rid of the house &amp; sought litigation against the realtor and sellers and it's been in courts for a couple years now. She and her husband have since moved into an apartment. I asked her how she felt living in an apt in comparison to having her house. This was (more or less) her answer:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She loved having a house because she never thought she would be a home owner but she's more than happy where she is now. The Lord has provided her with so many blessings she couldn't complain about anything. Even with the lawsuit, she isn't pursuing anything more than their money back on the house. She's not going for additional suits for anxiety, medical bills, etc. that have occurred from this situation. She's prayed for the Lord to take care of it because she believes in Him &amp; knows He will provide. The months before the house situation happened, He was giving her scriptures like Hebrews 6:13 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"When God made his promise to Abraham, since there was no one greater for him to swear by, he swore by himself, 14 saying, “I will surely bless you and give you many descendants.” 15 And so after waiting patiently, Abraham received what was promised." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's held to that scripture and her faith tight fisted. She has faith and believes God will provide for her even in this situation. He has proven so thus far and she knows He will continue to do so. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you know that she's planning on putting the lawsuit money towards something non-material? She's not using it to buy something big and frivolous. She's not using it to splurge on purses or shoes or a new shiny car. She's using it on something non-tangible. Not for her.  She is more than happy with her apartment &amp; how her life is. She has her health, her job, her family but most importantly God.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Watching her tell me the story of the house, lawyers, court and seeing the glow of victory on her face was amazing. In her humbleness she showed her victory with Christ by her side. It was amazing. It was inspiring. It was truly God's work in her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that example of Christianity at its finest, how can we not sit back and reflect on how we live and what we've put our focus on? Even with Christ in our lives, have we chosen to "chase the check"? Have we opted for material items to prove what a fulfilling life we lead? Have we let the materials of this world overshadow the sight of God's vision for us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief conversation with a friend, that's all it was, just conversation, and yet it was inspiring. It was confirmation. It was a reminder. It was reflection. &lt;br /&gt;It was God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-77387902873063259?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/77387902873063259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=77387902873063259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/77387902873063259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/77387902873063259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2011/12/housed-with-faith.html' title='Housed with Faith'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZM1iMZvHuc/TteqgR1CwYI/AAAAAAAAAto/98QnLmV7eQ0/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-4580399205998264228</id><published>2011-01-17T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:23:18.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet A Real Cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-54ff7692eae333a9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54ff7692eae333a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330026994%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B09F8375DEE8221D4AFF08622C2130231DC4F5E.84FF840F0244CEB270B4C2889C5696C0BFFDB6C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54ff7692eae333a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6C9KzFkQYNjnjxzVdzjrrzhmI2k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54ff7692eae333a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330026994%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B09F8375DEE8221D4AFF08622C2130231DC4F5E.84FF840F0244CEB270B4C2889C5696C0BFFDB6C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54ff7692eae333a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6C9KzFkQYNjnjxzVdzjrrzhmI2k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God speaks to everyone. Regardless of age, there is a lesson to learn and share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-4580399205998264228?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4580399205998264228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=4580399205998264228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4580399205998264228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4580399205998264228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2011/01/meet-real-cowboy.html' title='Meet A Real Cowboy'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-4241976778162190198</id><published>2010-10-12T14:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:18:08.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gungor - Late Have I Loved You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3WoCwuPXhvM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3WoCwuPXhvM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-4241976778162190198?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4241976778162190198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=4241976778162190198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4241976778162190198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4241976778162190198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2010/10/gungor-late-have-i-loved-you.html' title='Gungor - Late Have I Loved You'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-5062886187478801569</id><published>2010-09-29T10:57:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:06:56.797-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconditional Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believe'/><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>This brought me to tears when I saw it. It's a powerful reminder that no matter how bad/unfair you think "life" has been to you, God is always in control and loves you enough to sustain you even when you can't see His hand moving in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a minute to watch it entirely and I pray that it ministers to you. It did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mguPHT-Q3Qg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mguPHT-Q3Qg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-5062886187478801569?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5062886187478801569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=5062886187478801569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5062886187478801569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5062886187478801569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-brought-me-to-tears-when-i-saw-it.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-4405071050485794236</id><published>2010-07-21T10:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T10:31:34.456-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Draw Near to God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridge the Gap'/><title type='text'>Bridging the Gap</title><content type='html'>For a few years now my co-worker has made it a habit to share daily devotionals with me a couple of other co-workers. Every morning, without fail, there is a new message in my inbox from "Our Daily Bread Daily Devotional." I know I haven't written in a long time and this post is not merited to my own words. But they are great words to share nonetheless. I will be writing soon, as the pen has been calling (or shouting at me) to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, please enjoy this daily devotional from &lt;a href="http://odb.org/"&gt;Our Daily Bread Daily Devotional&lt;/a&gt;, July 21, 2010 by Joe Stowell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my kids were young, I thought they would be impressed with what few accomplishments I may have had—that they would read my books and be impressed by my speaking engagements. But then I discovered that they hadn’t read any of my books and had no idea where I had been on a speaking gig. When my oldest son finally read one of my books, he told me that the only reason he read it was so that I would stop telling people that my children have never read my books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s face it—for the most part, kids are not impressed with our accomplishments. So the only way to bridge the gap is to meet them where they are, to get into their world—like getting into a game of Chutes and Ladders or playing catch in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus did this with us. John said of Jesus, “the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory” (John 1:14). In other words, He stooped down to our level when He came to this earth, which led to His greatest accomplishment of all: bridging the gap between His world and ours once and for all. Only then could we begin to understand how worthy He is of our utmost adoration and praise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lord is worthy all our days &lt;br /&gt;Of all our love and highest praise; &lt;br /&gt;He died to take our sin and shame— &lt;br /&gt;Oh, bless the Savior’s holy name! —Egner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus bridged the gap between the infinite God and finite man.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/TEcC59kxCCI/AAAAAAAAArs/dLzbkJvrHrI/s200/john1_14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496365065033549858" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-4405071050485794236?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4405071050485794236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=4405071050485794236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4405071050485794236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4405071050485794236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2010/07/bridging-gap.html' title='Bridging the Gap'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/TEcC59kxCCI/AAAAAAAAArs/dLzbkJvrHrI/s72-c/john1_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-1903927963422726062</id><published>2010-06-18T13:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T14:12:32.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;An Intimate Message From God To You...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Child, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know me, &lt;br /&gt;but I know everything about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 139:1&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when you sit down and when you rise up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 139:2&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am familiar with all your ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 139:3&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the very hairs on your head are numbered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 10:29-31&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you were made in my image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Genesis 1:27&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In me you live and move and have your being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acts 17:28&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are my offspring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acts 17:28&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you even before you were conceived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremiah 1:4-5&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose you when I planned creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ephesians 1:11-12&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were not a mistake, &lt;br /&gt;for all your days are written in my book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 139:15-16&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I determined the exact time of your birth &lt;br /&gt;and where you would live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acts 17:26&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fearfully and wonderfully made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 139:14&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knit you together in your mother's womb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 139:13&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brought you forth on the day you were born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 71:6&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been misrepresented &lt;br /&gt;by those who don't know me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;John 8:41-44&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not distant and angry, &lt;br /&gt;but am the complete expression of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 John 4:16&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is my desire to lavish my love on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 John 3:1&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because you are my child &lt;br /&gt;and I am your Father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 John 3:1&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer you more than your earthly father ever could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 7:11&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am the perfect father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 5:48&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;James 1:17&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am your provider and I meet all your needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 6:31-33&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan for your future has always been filled with hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you with an everlasting love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremiah 31:3&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts toward you are countless &lt;br /&gt;as the sand on the seashore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 139:17-18&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I rejoice over you with singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zephaniah 3:17&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never stop doing good to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremiah 32:40&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are my treasured possession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Exodus 19:5&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire to establish you &lt;br /&gt;with all my heart and all my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremiah 32:41&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to show you great and marvelous things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jeremiah 33:3&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you seek me with all your heart, &lt;br /&gt;you will find me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deuteronomy 4:29&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delight in me and I will give you &lt;br /&gt;the desires of your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 37:4&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is I who gave you those desires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Philippians 2:13&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to do more for you &lt;br /&gt;than you could possibly imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ephesians 3:20&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am your greatest encourager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 Thessalonians 2:16-17&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also the Father who comforts you &lt;br /&gt;in all your troubles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 Corinthians 1:3-4&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are brokenhearted, &lt;br /&gt;I am close to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 34:18&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a shepherd carries a lamb, &lt;br /&gt;I have carried you close to my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isaiah 40:11&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I will wipe away &lt;br /&gt;every tear from your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Revelation 21:3-4&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take away all the pain &lt;br /&gt;you have suffered on this earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Revelation 21:3-4&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your Father, and I love you &lt;br /&gt;even as I love my son, Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;John 17:23&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;John 17:26&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the exact representation of my being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hebrews 1:3&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to demonstrate that I am for you, &lt;br /&gt;not against you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romans 8:31&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to tell you that I am not counting your sins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 Corinthians 5:18-19&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 Corinthians 5:18-19&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death was the ultimate expression &lt;br /&gt;of my love for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 John 4:10&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up everything I loved &lt;br /&gt;that I might gain your love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romans 8:31-32&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you receive the gift of my son Jesus, &lt;br /&gt;you receive me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 John 2:23&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will ever separate you &lt;br /&gt;from my love again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romans 8:38-39&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home and I'll throw the biggest party &lt;br /&gt;heaven has ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luke 15:7&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been Father, &lt;br /&gt;and will always be Father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ephesians 3:14-15&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is… &lt;br /&gt;Will you be my child? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;John 1:12-13&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luke 15:11-32&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Your Dad &lt;br /&gt;Almighty God&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(www.fathersloveletter.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-1903927963422726062?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1903927963422726062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=1903927963422726062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/1903927963422726062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/1903927963422726062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-love-letter.html' title='Father&apos;s Love Letter'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-6857777622556823626</id><published>2010-05-27T13:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:28:45.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Draw Near to God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let Go and Let God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Provides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is Our Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Inspires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship with God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Heals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Saves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Give Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adversity'/><title type='text'>Quilt of Holes</title><content type='html'>As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along With all the other souls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles; An angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a Tapestry that is our life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S_630PuwnGI/AAAAAAAAArY/GsXlGf5kYhQ/s1600/holes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S_630PuwnGI/AAAAAAAAArY/GsXlGf5kYhQ/s200/holes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476016305132837986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged And empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each Square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the Challenges and temptations I was faced with in every day life. I saw Hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole Here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the Bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was Disheartened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and Empty, like binding air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the Light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose; each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My angel looked upon me, And nodded for me to rise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gaze dropped to the ground in shame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't had all the earthly Fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness, and wealth, and false accusations that took from me my world, as I knew it. I had to start over many times. I often struggled with The temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully, each time offering it up to the Father in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to Accept it for what it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who Stared at me with wide eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes, Creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me, with Warmth and love in His eyes. He said, 'Every time you gave over your life To Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S_630JPHleI/AAAAAAAAArg/VsgLPSXHaeI/s1600/Jesus-hug2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S_630JPHleI/AAAAAAAAArg/VsgLPSXHaeI/s200/Jesus-hug2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476016303389513186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine Through, until there was more of Me than there was of you.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine Through! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God determines who walks into your life ... it's up to you to decide who you Let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;"The plans of the heart belong to man, but the answer of the tongue is from the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;The heart of man plans his way, but the LORD establishes his steps.&lt;br /&gt;Commit your work to the LORD, and your plans will be established." &lt;br /&gt;~Proverbs 16:1,9,3 (ESV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S_62D6MvVCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/EX5zyOQ-qSA/s1600/LetgoletGod-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S_62D6MvVCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/EX5zyOQ-qSA/s320/LetgoletGod-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476014375207654434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-6857777622556823626?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S_630PuwnGI/AAAAAAAAArY/GsXlGf5kYhQ/s72-c/holes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-5722024847465712470</id><published>2010-01-26T07:52:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:28:17.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Draw Near to God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accomplishment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Saves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Give Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adversity'/><title type='text'>The Voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S17nNBlrZSI/AAAAAAAAAqw/oKP3OF2_-_E/s200/1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431032411606181154" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S17nM8XUfmI/AAAAAAAAAqo/2ZbxVsPASxo/s200/2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431032410203782754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S17nS1pU32I/AAAAAAAAAq4/LQOopGG_yok/s200/3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431032511479471970" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S17nCiml6UI/AAAAAAAAAqY/vT8phr_pNXk/s200/4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431032231489825090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S17nCAUHu8I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/14BanM-oTiQ/s200/5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431032222285544386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S17nCNju0oI/AAAAAAAAAqI/0I5QWgqE8lE/s200/6.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431032225840681602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S17nB3jwk2I/AAAAAAAAAqA/Q9E9fLkYeVg/s200/7.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431032219935216482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S17nw4NP_mI/AAAAAAAAArA/b6FFCb6BZ9w/s200/8.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431033027563093602" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S17m12iabKI/AAAAAAAAApw/Hu74grBL8oM/s200/9.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431032013502704802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S17m1uVr3aI/AAAAAAAAApo/Mi2PleGT4lk/s200/10.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431032011301838242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S17m1RAyeyI/AAAAAAAAApg/xejS4lVSYXI/s200/11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431032003429563170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S17oAXxUpmI/AAAAAAAAArI/oqGatMd-L8M/s200/12.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431033293733930594" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S17m0o_FkyI/AAAAAAAAApQ/4PepV6sOwLY/s200/13.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431031992685007650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We complain about the cross we bear but don't realize &lt;br /&gt;it is preparing us for the dip in the road that God can see and we can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your cross, whatever your pain, &lt;br /&gt;there will always be sunshine, after the rain.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you may stumble, perhaps even fall; &lt;br /&gt;But God's always ready, to answer your call..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows every heartache, sees every tear, &lt;br /&gt;a word from His lips, can calm every fear... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sorrows may linger, throughout the night, &lt;br /&gt;But suddenly vanish, dawn's early light... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Savior is waiting, somewhere above, &lt;br /&gt;to give you His grace, and send you His love... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God promises 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Voyage'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/S17nNBlrZSI/AAAAAAAAAqw/oKP3OF2_-_E/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-1406812695618873264</id><published>2009-09-01T10:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:34:22.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Hold My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fearless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unknown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>~ Death ~</title><content type='html'>A sick man turned to his doctor as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know?  You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was holding the handle of the door;   &lt;br /&gt;on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened,  he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know my Master is there and that is enough&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; - &lt;em&gt;John 11:25&lt;/em&gt; (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SnGdNHqoZ2I/AAAAAAAAAno/0i_YbelbxzA/s1600-h/heaven.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SnGdNHqoZ2I/AAAAAAAAAno/0i_YbelbxzA/s200/heaven.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364241479896688482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Corinthians 5:1-10&lt;/em&gt; (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. 2Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, 3because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. 4For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. 5Now it is God who has made us for this very purpose and has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6Therefore we are always confident and know that as long as we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord. 7We live by faith, not by sight. 8We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord. 9So we make it our goal to please him, whether we are at home in the body or away from it. 10For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, that each one may receive what is due him for the things done while in the body, whether good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SnGegIPPQ2I/AAAAAAAAAn4/D3C-SCCumFI/s1600-h/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SnGegIPPQ2I/AAAAAAAAAn4/D3C-SCCumFI/s200/main.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364242905979372386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippians 3:20-21&lt;/em&gt; (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;20But our citizenship is in heaven. 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type='text'>God In Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ud43IAVhamo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ud43IAVhamo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Mary Mary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-2323168991456424118?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2323168991456424118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>35 Cents of Time</title><content type='html'>There I am Sunday afternoon after church thinking about the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;"I have to wash clothes today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today came and went and the laundry didn’t get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I am Monday after VBS thinking about the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;"I have to wash clothes tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight came and went and the laundry didn’t get done.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SmCPFPhXRMI/AAAAAAAAAlw/n7L0RiqPsXA/s1600-h/WashingClothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SmCPFPhXRMI/AAAAAAAAAlw/n7L0RiqPsXA/s200/WashingClothes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359440876799476930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday rolls around and after VBS I thought about the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;"I have to wash clothes tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, tonight came and went and the laundry didn’t get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday.  Wednesday it will definitely get done!&lt;br /&gt;"I have to wash clothes tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still the laundry didn’t get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it’s Thursday.  One day before the ‘end of the week.’ The day before payday.  With the laundry (already) in the car, I say "I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to wash clothes tonight."  After days of procrastination, this day was different... this time I actually made it to the laundry mat after VBS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s almost 10pm; we are all exhausted from our busy day.  My daughter fell asleep while our (now) 3 big loads wash.  Time to dry finally!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st load, 32 minutes.  2nd load, 16 minutes… I’ve used all my money.  How am I supposed to dry the rest of my clothes??  I send my son to scramble for change in the car where he finds $1 hidden in a compartment.  My 3rd load, 27 minutes. But I still have to figure out what to do with my 2nd load because it won’t be dry after a mere 16 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 10 minutes to spare on my 1st load, I decide to take the clothes out and put the 2nd load in for the remaining time and practically burn my hands while removing the 1st load from the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st load was burning hot.  And the remaining 10 minutes completely dried the 2nd load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this sounds like a simple story of utilizing a really good dryer and juggling around to get the laundry done.  But there’s one detail in the story that stuck out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did a typical 30 minutes of drying become sufficient to completely dry TWO full loads of laundry?  &lt;b&gt;Only by God’s provision!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the times I’ve been to that laundry mat.  In all the times I’ve used the dryers, I’ve never had my clothes come out in such little time and so scorching hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there with limited means to clean the clothes.  And I left with more than I could physically supply.  Thank you Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times where God intercedes in our lives in a grand way and we praise Him for the "big" things.  But more times than none, God provides in the most obscure ways, in the tiniest of details.  Do you take notice of these subtleties?  Do you thank Him for &lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; He has provided?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SmCb06CS2EI/AAAAAAAAAng/ZAiMYotOZnw/s1600-h/row.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 88px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SmCb06CS2EI/AAAAAAAAAng/ZAiMYotOZnw/s200/row.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359454889805273154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* The gas tank that’s on "E" but somehow got you back and forth to your destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The laundry mat dryer that dried 2 loads of clothes with the time needed for just one load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The kind gesture or words from someone during a private personal battle that help you get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is present in our everyday lives (&lt;em&gt;Acts 17:27-28&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;em&gt;Colossians 1:17&lt;/em&gt;).  He provides for His children so we can flourish. It is through our Almighty Father, Jehovah Jireh – God our Provider (spiritually, emotionally and physically) that we are able to press forward in abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippians 4:19&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 6:28-33&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what started out to be an extremely long day... work, volunteering, and late night laundry... ended with a subtle reminder of how wondrous our Lord is.  His provision was a gentle embrace; a touch from loving hands. Yet another praise before my day ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to give thanks to the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;to sing praises to your name, O Most High; (&lt;em&gt;Psalm 92:1&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through him then let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge his name. (&lt;em&gt;Hebrews 13:15&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Him there are no limitations!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-287763963060312076?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/287763963060312076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=287763963060312076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/287763963060312076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/287763963060312076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/25-cents-of-time.html' title='35 Cents of Time'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SmCPFPhXRMI/AAAAAAAAAlw/n7L0RiqPsXA/s72-c/WashingClothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-1718836387245363884</id><published>2009-07-10T08:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:12:32.422-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><title type='text'>A Decision Changes Everything</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I sit and ponder&lt;br /&gt;How our lives would be today&lt;br /&gt;If old Adam had not fallen&lt;br /&gt;And sweet Eve had walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything would be perfection&lt;br /&gt;With no sickness, sin or pain&lt;br /&gt;With no death or resurrection&lt;br /&gt;Nothing done would be in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person would be happy&lt;br /&gt;As they lived from day to day&lt;br /&gt;Never angry, sad or snappy&lt;br /&gt;Souls would never pass away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribes from every tongue and nation &lt;br /&gt;Would be nice and get along&lt;br /&gt;Just one lovely congregation&lt;br /&gt;Always ready with a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be no wars and fighting&lt;br /&gt;Strife and danger would be gone&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, joy and things exciting&lt;br /&gt;Would pervade and carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this world can never happen&lt;br /&gt;For when Adam took the fall&lt;br /&gt;He destroyed what once was perfect&lt;br /&gt;And his sin affects us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that couple in the Garden&lt;br /&gt;Took the fruit and sinned that day&lt;br /&gt;God devised a precious pardon&lt;br /&gt;To restore what went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus came to make The Difference&lt;br /&gt;Shed His blood for every sin&lt;br /&gt;Opens up the Gates of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Welcomes all to enter in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take His invitation&lt;br /&gt;And respond in one accord&lt;br /&gt;You are made a New Creation&lt;br /&gt;In The Family Of The Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember Eve and Adam&lt;br /&gt;God has standards still today&lt;br /&gt;At each level, height and stratum&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Is The Only Way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Jim Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Slc-IuxWB6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/8yTP6G73Yfk/s1600-h/romans5_1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Slc-IuxWB6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/8yTP6G73Yfk/s320/romans5_1-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356818601495365538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-1718836387245363884?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1718836387245363884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=1718836387245363884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/1718836387245363884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/1718836387245363884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/decision-changes-everything.html' title='A Decision Changes Everything'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Slc-IuxWB6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/8yTP6G73Yfk/s72-c/romans5_1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-3595199664809608375</id><published>2009-07-07T14:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:51:49.017-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Forgives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Inspires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planted in God&apos;s Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flaws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding Strength in Our Weakness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Saves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Know God'/><title type='text'>The White Squall</title><content type='html'>I haven't written; I've had writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't expressed myself; I've had an emotional wall.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't spoken; I've been mute.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read; I've had my mind closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor cuts and scrapes.  Penny sized bruises.  Minute infractions. Diminutive at a glance; there's no need to share the affliction.  The big things seemed so monstrous; the little things seemed so effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a white squall amidst, a massive wave crashes upon my squandered time.  The realization set in… the swell which has enveloped my days was an accumulation of little things.  It wasn't the big things after all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry the affliction.  I bare it on my shoulders.  I see its weight in my eyes.  I hear the imperfections in my voice.  I feel the millstones in my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how to rid myself of this well developed burden?  A burden whose heaviness is more savage than an innocent prey succumbing to a lion's vicious maul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stammer across the fields of time, I bring every weight with me; slowly reaching a sordid pit.  I take one burden at a time, gradually peeling each layer of sin off my surface and placing it at the foot of the cross.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know the voice of joy and the voice of gladness.  &lt;br /&gt;For I know 'not a trace will be left of the wicked or their families. The Lord protects His people, and they can come to Him in times of trouble.  The Lord helps them and saves them from the wicked because they run to Him.'&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SlOby9vz6zI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zqCDnaj8C_U/s1600-h/setmefree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SlOby9vz6zI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zqCDnaj8C_U/s200/setmefree.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355795681744513842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this knowledge I bring the swell which has consumed me.  I bring my battered and injured soul.  I bring my heart, my mind, myself; all pieces of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peel away the imperfections.  I praise my Almighty Father.  I pray for his mercy.  I read and learn of His ways and wishes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this the white squall subdues.  What began as minute infractions; what brought me to a sordid pit has diminished at His feet!  Now with hands raised high, I celebrate the grandeur of our Lord in a pinnacle of revelry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare I share my story… Dare I speak of my defeats and triumphs… Dare I share stories of His glory…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare you listen and heed these words wholeheartedly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: DeAna Colon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-3595199664809608375?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/3595199664809608375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=3595199664809608375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/3595199664809608375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/3595199664809608375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-havent-written-ive-had-writers-block.html' title='The White Squall'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SlOby9vz6zI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zqCDnaj8C_U/s72-c/setmefree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-2508371524940889316</id><published>2009-07-02T09:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:02:45.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship with God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addison Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Know God'/><title type='text'>What Do I Know of Holy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D8fSjtPLuBQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D8fSjtPLuBQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made You promises a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hear from Heaven&lt;br /&gt;But I talked the whole time&lt;br /&gt;I think I made You too small&lt;br /&gt;I never feared You at all No&lt;br /&gt;If You touched my face would I know You?&lt;br /&gt;Looked into my eyes could I behold You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of You&lt;br /&gt;Who spoke me into motion?&lt;br /&gt;Where have I even stood&lt;br /&gt;But the shore along Your ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Are You fire? Are You fury?&lt;br /&gt;Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know? What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that I had figured You out&lt;br /&gt;I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about&lt;br /&gt;How You were mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;Those were only empty words on a page&lt;br /&gt;Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be&lt;br /&gt;The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of You&lt;br /&gt;Who spoke me into motion?&lt;br /&gt;Where have I even stood&lt;br /&gt;But the shore along Your ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Are You fire? Are You fury?&lt;br /&gt;Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know? What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS 2)&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?&lt;br /&gt;And a God who gave life "its" name?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;Of the One who the angels praise?&lt;br /&gt;All creation knows Your name&lt;br /&gt;On earth and heaven above&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of this love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of You&lt;br /&gt;Who spoke me into motion?&lt;br /&gt;Where have I even stood&lt;br /&gt;But the shore along Your ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Are You fire? Are You fury?&lt;br /&gt;Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know? What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of Holy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-2508371524940889316?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2508371524940889316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=2508371524940889316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/2508371524940889316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/2508371524940889316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-do-i-know-of-holy.html' title='What Do I Know of Holy'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-1195593757672422214</id><published>2009-06-29T12:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:20:18.871-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>When Tomorrow Starts Without Me</title><content type='html'>by David M. Romano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tomorrow starts without me,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not there to see;&lt;br /&gt;If the sun should rise and find your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;all filled with tears for me;&lt;br /&gt;I wish so much you wouldn't cry,&lt;br /&gt;the way you did today,&lt;br /&gt;while thinking of the many things,&lt;br /&gt;we didn't get to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how much you love me,&lt;br /&gt;as much as I love you,&lt;br /&gt;and each time that you think of me,&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll miss me too;&lt;br /&gt;But when tomorrow starts without me,&lt;br /&gt;please try to understand,&lt;br /&gt;that an Angel came and called my name,&lt;br /&gt;and took me by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;and said my place was ready,&lt;br /&gt;in heaven far above,&lt;br /&gt;and that I'd have to leave behind,&lt;br /&gt;all those I dearly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I turned to walk away,&lt;br /&gt;a tear fell from my eye,&lt;br /&gt;for all life, I'd always thought,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to die.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to live for,&lt;br /&gt;so much yet to do,&lt;br /&gt;it seemed almost impossible,&lt;br /&gt;that I was leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of all the yesterdays,&lt;br /&gt;the good ones and the bad,&lt;br /&gt;I thought of all the love we shared,&lt;br /&gt;and all the fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could relive yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;just even for awhile,&lt;br /&gt;I'd say goodbye and kiss you&lt;br /&gt;and maybe see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;But then I fully realized,&lt;br /&gt;that this could never be,&lt;br /&gt;for emptiness and memories,&lt;br /&gt;would take the place of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I thought of worldly things,&lt;br /&gt;I might miss come tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you, and when I did,&lt;br /&gt;my heart was filled with sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I walked through heaven's gates,&lt;br /&gt;I felt so much at home.&lt;br /&gt;When God looked down and smiled at me,&lt;br /&gt;from His great golden throne,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "This is eternity,&lt;br /&gt;and all I've promised you".&lt;br /&gt;Today for life on earth is past,&lt;br /&gt;but here it starts anew.&lt;br /&gt;I promise no tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;but today will always last,&lt;br /&gt;and since each day's the same day,&lt;br /&gt;there's no longing for the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have been so faithful,&lt;br /&gt;so trusting and so true.&lt;br /&gt;Though there were times you did some things,&lt;br /&gt;you knew you shouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;But you have been forgiven&lt;br /&gt;and now at last you're free.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you take my hand&lt;br /&gt;and share my life with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when tomorrow starts without me,&lt;br /&gt;don't think we're far apart,&lt;br /&gt;for every time you think of me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm right here, in your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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My alarm clock was set for 6am and the plan was to leave the house by 7am. All was in place for the morning. Tomorrow would be my daughter’s 1st day of summer camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SkUaxM4nodI/AAAAAAAAAi4/N76SPmAL9R0/s1600-h/wake-up-happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SkUaxM4nodI/AAAAAAAAAi4/N76SPmAL9R0/s200/wake-up-happy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351713164774318546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 5:40am, she came into my room bright eyed &amp; bushy-tailed, asking me to help her get ready for camp.  I told her she was a little ahead of herself and sent her back to bed… in which she climbed into mine instead (lol).  Needless to say, I don’t think she actually slept as I did.  I believe she lay in bed with her eyes on the clock, waiting for the 1st sound of my alarm.  She was so excited to start summer camp!  She saw the camp’s activity calendar &amp; saw all the wonderful things they have planned for the kids.  Swimming, field trips, and activities of all sorts… she couldn’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before getting upset at being woken up early, I took a (mental) step back and smiled at her excitement.  I took joy in her smile.  I savored the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that joy; with that plethora of wondrous emotion, it made me think about how our Father sees us, how He takes joy in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many times, as parents, that we must take a step back to let our child find their own path… take that first step… ride the bike without training wheels for the first time… or even see them fall and hope they have the courage and will to get back up.  I believe God sees us in the same light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s given us instruction. He’s informed us of how He wants us to live our lives.  And He takes a step back.  He’s always within arm’s reach but there’s enough space to allow us to make the decision… shall we stumble and falter to the world’s ways or shall we rise above the challenges of the flesh and glorify our Lord in every aspect of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work." &lt;em&gt;(2 Timothy 3:16-17)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Read God’s Word. Understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SkUl52jn6vI/AAAAAAAAAkI/LNdANNQ1jrA/s1600-h/bible-studying-pen-papgergif2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SkUl52jn6vI/AAAAAAAAAkI/LNdANNQ1jrA/s200/bible-studying-pen-papgergif2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351725408027405042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Live it. Put it into action in every aspect of your life.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Peter 2:1-2&lt;/em&gt; tells us to "Therefore, rid yourselves of all malice and all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and slander of every kind. 2Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 12:15-21&lt;/em&gt; reads "Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep. Be of the same mind toward one another; do not be haughty in the mind, but associate with the lowly. Do not be wise in your own estimation. Never pay back evil for evil to anyone. Respect what is right in the sight of all men. If possible, so far as it depends on you, be at peace with all men. Never take your own revenge, beloved, but leave room for the wrath of God, for it is written, "Vengeance is Mine, I will repay," says the Lord. "But if your enemy is hungry, feed him, and if he is thirsty, give him a drink; for in so doing you will heap burning coals upon his head." Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;/em&gt; reminds us to "Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SkUmg1dkGPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/C0jQolAQGn0/s1600-h/praise-700501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SkUmg1dkGPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/C0jQolAQGn0/s200/praise-700501.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351726077748451570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the guidance and love our Heavenly Father has provided, we should be able to make right decisions and flourish not only on Earth but beyond our years of life.  In return, He will smile upon us as a proud parent smiles at their child’s accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 14:21&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoever has my commands and obeys them, he is the one who loves me. He who loves me will be loved by my Father, and I too will love him and show myself to him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-8290206507143676462?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8290206507143676462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=8290206507143676462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/8290206507143676462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/8290206507143676462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Someone &lt;br /&gt;capable and willing to deceive for her own benefit.&lt;br /&gt;In His eyes I am perfectly made, working passed the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through your ears you hear half truths, &lt;br /&gt;never fully believing spoken words.&lt;br /&gt;In His ear, He hears my true desires. &lt;br /&gt;The innermost thoughts and truths yet to be vocalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through your mind I am to be doubted&lt;br /&gt;or questioned, with intentions all my own.&lt;br /&gt;In His mind I am beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully broken.&lt;br /&gt;And loved nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His senses carry me farther than &lt;br /&gt;any idea, image or word of yours.&lt;br /&gt;And that is what matters most to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I will continue to sing His praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it falls upon deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it passes a blind eye.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it enters a closed mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My praise is His.&lt;br /&gt;And I am His.&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: DeAna Colon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-5187575237925570897?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5187575237925570897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=5187575237925570897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5187575237925570897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5187575237925570897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/06/through-your-eyes.html' title='Through Your Eyes'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Sjrs0AZnD0I/AAAAAAAAAio/Xs7qSE4p_U4/s72-c/woman_wind.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-226141169296292381</id><published>2009-06-03T08:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:06:19.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unconditional Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Being A Mother...</title><content type='html'>We are sitting at lunch when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're taking a survey," she says, half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of childbearing will heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé, or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SiZ1NGCqNCI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Wb9atGurgWc/s1600-h/Undying_Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SiZ1NGCqNCI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Wb9atGurgWc/s200/Undying_Love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343086875742188578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child care but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of her discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my daughter to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years - not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a Caesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or a cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real, it actually hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reach across the table, squeeze my daughter's hand and offer a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This blessed gift from God…that of being a Mother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 66:13 &lt;/em&gt; (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;"As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-226141169296292381?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/226141169296292381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SiZ1NGCqNCI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Wb9atGurgWc/s72-c/Undying_Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-281838440429192527</id><published>2009-05-18T08:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:02:40.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Barriers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Differences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love One Another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A Tale of True Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-263483244e9195a0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=263483244e9195a0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/281838440429192527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=281838440429192527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/281838440429192527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/281838440429192527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/05/tale-of-true-friendship.html' title='A Tale of True Friendship'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-3220876198069559260</id><published>2009-05-12T09:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:31:12.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Value'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taste'/><title type='text'>Five Senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Taste&lt;/strong&gt; – to sense the sweet taste of Christ’s Word in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!"&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 119:103)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Touch&lt;/strong&gt; – to feel the Holy Spirit working within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see."&lt;/em&gt; (Hebrews 11:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sight&lt;/strong&gt; – to see His works impacting my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, and his incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is like the working of his mighty strength"&lt;/em&gt; (Ephesians 1:18-19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear&lt;/strong&gt; – to hear His word within me in order to grow spiritually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He that has an ear let him hear what the Spirit is saying to the churches."&lt;/em&gt; (Revelation chapters 2 and 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smell&lt;/strong&gt; – to take in the sweet smell of God’s wondrous Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have been paid back everything, and with interest. I am completely satisfied with the gifts that you had Epaphroditus bring me. They are like a sweet-smelling offering or like the right kind of sacrifice that pleases God."&lt;/em&gt; (Philippians 4:18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgmhvkMVMUI/AAAAAAAAAiI/N0LVIoXKHSU/s1600-h/5senses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgmhvkMVMUI/AAAAAAAAAiI/N0LVIoXKHSU/s400/5senses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334973072138383682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dwell in a tangible world but we can use our senses in a spiritual light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fully embrace God’s grandeur... the blessings of our senses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-3220876198069559260?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/3220876198069559260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=3220876198069559260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/3220876198069559260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/3220876198069559260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/05/five-senses.html' title='Five Senses'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgmhvkMVMUI/AAAAAAAAAiI/N0LVIoXKHSU/s72-c/5senses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-2626127016784312602</id><published>2009-05-05T11:15:00.038-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:46:17.877-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Value'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love One Another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>This is an email I received from a very good friend. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you &amp; thank God for having you in my life!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBd8EmEYyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/bH-ZKe4eVts/s1600-h/friends1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBd8EmEYyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/bH-ZKe4eVts/s320/friends1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332365245413614370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBd0S6scpI/AAAAAAAAAho/JFaDAXhBPeM/s1600-h/friends2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBd0S6scpI/AAAAAAAAAho/JFaDAXhBPeM/s320/friends2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332365111819268754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBdxeU7qjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/W9Al4wpfpN8/s1600-h/friends3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBdxeU7qjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/W9Al4wpfpN8/s320/friends3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332365063342500402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBdtvv2EGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Lg7PBkzx3hI/s1600-h/friends4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBdtvv2EGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Lg7PBkzx3hI/s320/friends4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332364999299305570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBditSl0RI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/FBhoKHf0e18/s1600-h/friends5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBditSl0RI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/FBhoKHf0e18/s320/friends5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332364809661174034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBddpGrlGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ddnbVIWTSAU/s1600-h/friends6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBddpGrlGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ddnbVIWTSAU/s320/friends6.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332364722638132322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBdXvPpkRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/8rIOveTTx9w/s1600-h/friends7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBdXvPpkRI/AAAAAAAAAg4/8rIOveTTx9w/s320/friends7.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332364621207146770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBdTLS7dhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/aiKkyK9cyYY/s1600-h/friends8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBdTLS7dhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/aiKkyK9cyYY/s320/friends8.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332364542837749266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBdHA6bO5I/AAAAAAAAAgo/Yar7CsPFyFQ/s1600-h/friends9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBdHA6bO5I/AAAAAAAAAgo/Yar7CsPFyFQ/s320/friends9.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332364333892189074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBc6sfHEzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/F7mS7JqMWmM/s1600-h/friends10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBc6sfHEzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/F7mS7JqMWmM/s320/friends10.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332364122250482482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBc2jaK2RI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/9JguHsa3mOg/s1600-h/friends11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBc2jaK2RI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/9JguHsa3mOg/s320/friends11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332364051094362386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcyoFxQzI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BopwgwzC6B0/s1600-h/friends12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcyoFxQzI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BopwgwzC6B0/s320/friends12.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363983631500082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcuTVqd3I/AAAAAAAAAgA/vdlDXHCkC50/s1600-h/friends13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcuTVqd3I/AAAAAAAAAgA/vdlDXHCkC50/s320/friends13.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363909341542258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcpuppADI/AAAAAAAAAf4/FbJ5kzjj-WI/s1600-h/friends14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcpuppADI/AAAAAAAAAf4/FbJ5kzjj-WI/s320/friends14.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363830773743666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBclognQBI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6eD54x_9Bw4/s1600-h/friends15.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBclognQBI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6eD54x_9Bw4/s320/friends15.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363760405790738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBchlCPSLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/zs4UVOYcJAU/s1600-h/friends16.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBchlCPSLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/zs4UVOYcJAU/s320/friends16.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363690753607858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcdT0QXCI/AAAAAAAAAfg/sV7UiTmEHxw/s1600-h/friends17.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcdT0QXCI/AAAAAAAAAfg/sV7UiTmEHxw/s320/friends17.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363617412078626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcS55N8KI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/TlqnBx7tWbo/s1600-h/friends18.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcS55N8KI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/TlqnBx7tWbo/s320/friends18.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363438654877858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcIgSOTtI/AAAAAAAAAe4/JVPpkgn3EL0/s1600-h/friends19.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcIgSOTtI/AAAAAAAAAe4/JVPpkgn3EL0/s320/friends19.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363259981745874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcEfaUbDI/AAAAAAAAAew/6eQEsIeelYc/s1600-h/friends20.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcEfaUbDI/AAAAAAAAAew/6eQEsIeelYc/s320/friends20.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363191027788850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBcAzGdXKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/27qo3nDomUg/s1600-h/friends21.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBboSC8G_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/yf2RKTWpkgw/s320/friends24.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332362706403728370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBbY2jBgqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/q29gze3lazk/s1600-h/friends25.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBbY2jBgqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/q29gze3lazk/s320/friends25.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332362441324069538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-2626127016784312602?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2626127016784312602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=2626127016784312602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/2626127016784312602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/2626127016784312602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SgBd8EmEYyI/AAAAAAAAAh4/bH-ZKe4eVts/s72-c/friends1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-8303627039223292680</id><published>2009-04-30T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:22:00.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acceptance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Differences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love One Another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be An Example'/><title type='text'>The Crayon Box That Talked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Se8oaoOmzgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mjxLS2ukSgg/s1600-h/crayons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Se8oaoOmzgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mjxLS2ukSgg/s200/crayons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327521322142977538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking into a toy store the day before today&lt;br /&gt;I overheard a crayon box with many things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like Red!" said Yellow and Green said "Nor do I"&lt;br /&gt;"And no one here likes Orange but no one knows just why"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are a box of crayons that doesn't get along&lt;br /&gt;Said Blue to all the others "Something here is wrong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I bought that box of crayons and took it home with me&lt;br /&gt;And laid out all the colors so the crayons all could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watched me as I colored with Red and Blue and Green&lt;br /&gt;And Black and White and Orange and every color in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watched as Green became the grass and Blue became the sky&lt;br /&gt;The Yellow sun was shining bright on White clouds drifting by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors changing as they touched becoming something new&lt;br /&gt;They watched me as I colored - they watched me till I was through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I finally finished I began to walk away&lt;br /&gt;And as I did the crayon box had something more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do like Red!" said Yellow and Green said, "so do I"&lt;br /&gt;And Blue you were terrific! So high up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are a box of crayons each one of us unique&lt;br /&gt;But when we get together the picture is more complete."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Se8pkRvAYpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/AUmdbnKTLT0/s1600-h/John13_34-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Se8pkRvAYpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/AUmdbnKTLT0/s320/John13_34-35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327522587415175826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 13:34-35 (NKJ) "A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another. By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ By Shane DeRolf -- from 'TPS' ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-8303627039223292680?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8303627039223292680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=8303627039223292680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/8303627039223292680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/8303627039223292680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/crayon-box-that-talked.html' title='The Crayon Box That Talked'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Se8oaoOmzgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mjxLS2ukSgg/s72-c/crayons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-8371174793268427246</id><published>2009-04-28T07:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:08:00.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adversity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Give Up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Draw Near to God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is Our Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding Strength in Our Weakness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s grace'/><title type='text'>My Turning Point</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine came by one day&lt;br /&gt;And shared an old, old story.&lt;br /&gt;He spoke to me of God's great love.&lt;br /&gt;He spoke of heaven's glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke to me of man's great need -&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness for our sin.&lt;br /&gt;But if we'd open wide our heart,&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesus would come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about what this friend said;&lt;br /&gt;Won'dring - could this be true?&lt;br /&gt;Then, on my knees, I prayed, "Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I want this life brand new."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in that instant Jesus came,&lt;br /&gt;Right straight into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;There, in His presence oh so real,&lt;br /&gt;I knew He'd not depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sins, completely washed away,&lt;br /&gt;My step, a whole lot lighter,&lt;br /&gt;A wave of love washed over me,&lt;br /&gt;And ev'rything seemed brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that one eternal instant,&lt;br /&gt;My life forever changed;&lt;br /&gt;Priorities turned upside down;&lt;br /&gt;Desires were rearranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ev'ry day I realize,&lt;br /&gt;When life seems out of joint,&lt;br /&gt;I can concentrate on Jesus -&lt;br /&gt;He is my Turning Point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ by Neil G. Thompson, copyright 2/15/94 -- from 'Themestream' ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-8371174793268427246?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8371174793268427246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=8371174793268427246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/8371174793268427246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/8371174793268427246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-turning-point.html' title='My Turning Point'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-552336891243870369</id><published>2009-04-26T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T07:53:00.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supportive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adversity'/><title type='text'>How Many Friends Do You Have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Think about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man turned to me and asked&lt;br /&gt;"How many friends have you?"&lt;br /&gt;Why 10 or 20 Friends have I,&lt;br /&gt;And named off just a few--&lt;br /&gt;He rose quite slow with effort&lt;br /&gt;And sadly shook his head&lt;br /&gt;"A lucky child you are&lt;br /&gt;To have so many friends," he said,&lt;br /&gt;But think of what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;There is so much you do not know&lt;br /&gt;A friend is just not someone&lt;br /&gt;to whom you say "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friends a tender shoulder&lt;br /&gt;on which to softly cry&lt;br /&gt;A well to poor your troubles down&lt;br /&gt;and raise your spirits high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is a hand to pull you up&lt;br /&gt;From darkness and despair...&lt;br /&gt;when all your other "so called" friends&lt;br /&gt;Have helped to put you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is an ally&lt;br /&gt;who can't be moved or bought&lt;br /&gt;a voice to keep your name alive&lt;br /&gt;when others have forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all a friend is a heart&lt;br /&gt;a strong and sturdy wall&lt;br /&gt;for from the hearts of friends&lt;br /&gt;There comes the greatest love of all&lt;br /&gt;So think of what I've spoken &lt;br /&gt;for every word is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And answer once again my child&lt;br /&gt;How many friends have you??&lt;br /&gt;And then he stood and faced me&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting my reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softly I answered&lt;br /&gt;If Lucky......&lt;br /&gt;One Have "I"&lt;br /&gt;"YOU!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Author Unknown -- from 'Love Quotes' ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Se8icswAMRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_-w038tr7K0/s1600-h/proverbs-17-17.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Se8icswAMRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_-w038tr7K0/s320/proverbs-17-17.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327514760646766866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend loves at all times, and is born, as is a brother, for adversity.&lt;br /&gt;(Proverbs 17:17)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-552336891243870369?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/552336891243870369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=552336891243870369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/552336891243870369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/552336891243870369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-many-friends-do-you-have.html' title='How Many Friends Do You Have?'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Se8icswAMRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_-w038tr7K0/s72-c/proverbs-17-17.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-8119755813899395832</id><published>2009-04-24T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:30:00.748-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judging Others'/><title type='text'>Judge Gently</title><content type='html'>Pray, don't find fault with the man that limps&lt;br /&gt;Or stumbles along the road.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you have worn the shoes he wears&lt;br /&gt;Or struggled beneath his load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt&lt;br /&gt;Though hidden away from view.&lt;br /&gt;Or the burden he bears placed on your back&lt;br /&gt;Might cause you to stumble too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont sneer at the man who's down today&lt;br /&gt;Unless you have felt the blow&lt;br /&gt;That caused his fall or felt the shame&lt;br /&gt;That only the fallen know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be strong but still the blows&lt;br /&gt;That was his if dealt to you&lt;br /&gt;In the selfsame way, at the selfsame time&lt;br /&gt;Might cause you to stagger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be too harsh with the man that sins&lt;br /&gt;Or pelt him with word or stone&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are sure - yea, doubly sure -&lt;br /&gt;That you have no sins of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you know, perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;If the tempter's voice should whisper as soft to you&lt;br /&gt;As it did to him when he went astray&lt;br /&gt;It might cause you to falter too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Author Unknown -- from 'Aiken Drum' (Aiken@AikensLaughs.com)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-8119755813899395832?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8119755813899395832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=8119755813899395832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/8119755813899395832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/8119755813899395832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/judge-gently.html' title='Judge Gently'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-9084616252812296681</id><published>2009-04-22T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:36:39.797-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Provides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Lives'/><title type='text'>Job 38-39</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;If the Lord asks me to wait&lt;br /&gt;Till I reach that pearly gate&lt;br /&gt;Then wait I must.&lt;br /&gt;Though my heart says I should hurry,&lt;br /&gt;Still my Lord says not to worry,&lt;br /&gt;I must trust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O, My child ~ thou art Mine,&lt;br /&gt;You must seek My will, not thine,&lt;br /&gt;Do not fret thyself about what is to be...&lt;br /&gt;For thy future have no dread,&lt;br /&gt;Leave it in My hands instead,&lt;br /&gt;For I alone know what is best for thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dwell on what My hands have made,&lt;br /&gt;Count the stars My hands have stayed&lt;br /&gt;To spin in motion...&lt;br /&gt;Guess the secrets that I keep&lt;br /&gt;In the mysteries of My deep&lt;br /&gt;Uncharted ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you make the grass to sprout,&lt;br /&gt;Paint the colors in a trout,&lt;br /&gt;Or make the brook sing?&lt;br /&gt;When do mountain goats give birth,&lt;br /&gt;Who brings flowers out of earth,&lt;br /&gt;Or gives the bird wing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you give the horse his might,&lt;br /&gt;Can you change the day to night,&lt;br /&gt;Or make a rainbow?&lt;br /&gt;At My wish the eagle soars,&lt;br /&gt;I command the rain that pours,&lt;br /&gt;And make the wind blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This and far more I can do...&lt;br /&gt;Am I big enough for you&lt;br /&gt;To trust your life to?&lt;br /&gt;Is My universe too small&lt;br /&gt;To be trusted with your all?&lt;br /&gt;Child, taste of Me and see&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Se8dV40F8mI/AAAAAAAAAbA/W_2NFe8Gskc/s1600-h/psalm34_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Se8dV40F8mI/AAAAAAAAAbA/W_2NFe8Gskc/s320/psalm34_8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327509146067923554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"O, taste and see that the Lord is good..."&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 34:8, KJV)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-9084616252812296681?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/9084616252812296681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=9084616252812296681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/9084616252812296681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/9084616252812296681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/job-38-39.html' title='Job 38-39'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Se8dV40F8mI/AAAAAAAAAbA/W_2NFe8Gskc/s72-c/psalm34_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-5695111070473680270</id><published>2009-04-20T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:05:38.983-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillsong'/><title type='text'>From the Inside Out</title><content 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=5695111070473680270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5695111070473680270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5695111070473680270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-inside-out.html' title='From the Inside Out'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-3461210157871020634</id><published>2009-04-10T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:30:00.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Value'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Provides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glutony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riches'/><title type='text'>The Auction</title><content type='html'>The upstate NY man was rich in almost every way. His estate was worth millions. He owned houses, land, antiques and cattle. But though on the outside he had it all, he was very unhappy on the inside. His wife was growing old, and the couple was childless. He had always wanted a little boy to carry on the family legacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, his wife became pregnant in her later years, and she gave birth to a little boy. The boy was severely handicapped, but the man loved him with his whole heart. When the boy was five, his mom died. The dad drew closer to his special son. At age 13, the boys's birth defects cost him his life and the father died soon after from a broken heart. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Sdtqv6dym6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Tx1G4pQIr7A/s1600-h/Red-Haired-Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Sdtqv6dym6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Tx1G4pQIr7A/s200/Red-Haired-Boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321964756048976802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The estate was auctioned before hundreds of bidders. The first item offered was a painting of the the boy. No one bid. They waited like vultures for the riches. Finally, the poor housemaid, who helped raise the boy, offered $5 for the picture and easily took the bid. To every-one's shock, the auctioneer ripped a hand written will from the back of the picture. This is what it said: "To the person who thinks enough of my son to buy this painting, to this person I give my entire estate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auction was over. The greedy crowd walked away in shock and dismay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us have sought after what we thought were true riches only to find out later that our Father was prepared to give us His entire estate if we had only sought after His Son alone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~**~*~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Sdyaa-de9EI/AAAAAAAAAao/GCoMFTWIJfg/s1600-h/proverb8-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Sdyaa-de9EI/AAAAAAAAAao/GCoMFTWIJfg/s320/proverb8-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322298647879021634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 6:19-21 (CEV)&lt;/em&gt; Don't store up treasures on earth! Moths and rust can destroy them, and thieves can break in and steal them. Instead, store up your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy them, and thieves cannot break in and steal them. Your heart will always be where your treasure is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 11:28 (NIV)&lt;/em&gt; Whoever trusts in his riches will fall, but the righteous will thrive like a green leaf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Timothy 6:17 (CEV)&lt;/em&gt; Warn the rich people of this world not to be proud or to trust in wealth that is easily lost. Tell them to have faith in God, who is rich and blesses us with everything we need to enjoy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-3461210157871020634?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/3461210157871020634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=3461210157871020634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/3461210157871020634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/3461210157871020634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/auction.html' title='The Auction'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Sdtqv6dym6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/Tx1G4pQIr7A/s72-c/Red-Haired-Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-1990044540233270915</id><published>2009-04-07T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:07:09.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renew Your Strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satan&apos;s Tools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discouragement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insults'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doubt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selfishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apathy'/><title type='text'>Satan's Garage Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Sduw3Bj5JvI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jJ7CwhzdPag/s1600-h/gardeningtools2-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Sduw3Bj5JvI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jJ7CwhzdPag/s200/gardeningtools2-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322041844026648306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, Satan was having a garage sale. There, standing in little groups were all of his bright, shiny trinkets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here were tools that make it easy to &lt;em&gt;tear others down&lt;/em&gt; for use as stepping stones. And over there were some lenses for magnifying ones own importance, which, if you looked through them the other way, you could also use to &lt;em&gt;belittle others, or even one's self&lt;/em&gt;. Against the wall was the usual assortment of gardening implements guaranteed to help your pride grow by leaps and bounds: the rake of &lt;em&gt;scorn&lt;/em&gt;, the shovel of &lt;em&gt;jealousy&lt;/em&gt; for digging a pit for your neighbor, the tools of &lt;em&gt;gossip and backstabbing&lt;/em&gt;, of &lt;em&gt;selfishness and apathy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these were pleasing to the eye and came complete with fabulous promises and guarantees of prosperity. Prices, of course, were steep; but not to worry! Free credit was extended to one and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take it home, use it, and you won't have to pay until later!" old Satan cried, as he hawked his wares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visitor, as he browsed, noticed two well worn, non-descript tools standing in one corner. Not being nearly as tempting as the other items, he found it curious that these two tools had price tags higher than any other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he asked why, Satan just laughed and said, "Well, that's because I use them so much. If they weren't so plain looking, people might see them for what they were." Satan pointed to the two tools, saying, "You see, that one's &lt;em&gt;Doubt&lt;/em&gt; and that one's &lt;em&gt;Discouragement&lt;/em&gt; -- and those will work when nothing else will." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;=========================================&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil tries to equip us with so many tools; tools that encourage descruction or separation from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just because we can buy it does not mean we should try it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he who doubts is condemned if he eats, because he does not eat from faith; for whatever is not from faith is sin. &lt;em&gt;Romans 14: 23&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord tells us not to be discouraged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives strength to the weary &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SdyWn1IWP_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/y9t3yUdYAGY/s1600-h/isaiah_40_31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SdyWn1IWP_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/y9t3yUdYAGY/s200/isaiah_40_31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322294470666239986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and increases the power of the weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even youths grow tired and weary, &lt;br /&gt;and young men stumble and fall; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but those who hope in the LORD &lt;br /&gt;will renew their strength. &lt;br /&gt;They will soar on wings like eagles; &lt;br /&gt;they will run and not grow weary, &lt;br /&gt;they will walk and not be faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 40: 29 -31&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-1990044540233270915?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1990044540233270915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=1990044540233270915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/1990044540233270915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/1990044540233270915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/satans-garage-sale.html' title='Satan&apos;s Garage Sale'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/Sduw3Bj5JvI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jJ7CwhzdPag/s72-c/gardeningtools2-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-4542247885602481735</id><published>2009-04-01T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:34:52.456-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be An Example'/><title type='text'>When You Thought I Wasn't Looking</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;A message every adult should read because children &lt;br /&gt;are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SdQuM88lttI/AAAAAAAAAYY/jdH4GhQ4MgE/s1600-h/looking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SdQuM88lttI/AAAAAAAAAYY/jdH4GhQ4MgE/s320/looking.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319927859884963538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my &lt;br /&gt;first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately &lt;br /&gt;wanted to paint another one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a &lt;br /&gt;stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind &lt;br /&gt;to animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my &lt;br /&gt;favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little &lt;br /&gt;things can be the special things in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a &lt;br /&gt;prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always &lt;br /&gt;talk to, and I learned to trust in Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a &lt;br /&gt;meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I &lt;br /&gt;learned that we all have to help take care of each &lt;br /&gt;other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of &lt;br /&gt;your time and money to help people who had nothing, &lt;br /&gt;and I learned that those who have something should &lt;br /&gt;give to those who don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care &lt;br /&gt;of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have &lt;br /&gt;to take care of what we are given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you &lt;br /&gt;handled your responsibilities, even when you didn' t &lt;br /&gt;feel good, and I learned that I would have to be &lt;br /&gt;responsible when I grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come &lt;br /&gt;from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things &lt;br /&gt;hurt, but it's all right to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you &lt;br /&gt;cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of &lt;br /&gt;life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and &lt;br /&gt;productive person when I grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and &lt;br /&gt;wanted to say,'Thanks for all the things I saw when &lt;br /&gt;you thought I wasn't looking.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, teacher, friend) influences the life of a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 22:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-4542247885602481735?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4542247885602481735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=4542247885602481735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4542247885602481735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4542247885602481735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/04/message-every-adult-should-read-because.html' title='When You Thought I Wasn&apos;t Looking'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SdQuM88lttI/AAAAAAAAAYY/jdH4GhQ4MgE/s72-c/looking.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-6371020096654141706</id><published>2009-03-18T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:48:23.155-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of God'/><title type='text'>The Plunge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/ScEevQwzMyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/y-l27riEryA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/ScEevQwzMyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/y-l27riEryA/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314562832576230178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As many times as you hear someone say they know how to swim, trying so desperately to convince you (or themselves), knowing they've never been in water... It takes for them to be thrown in a pool to come to the realization that what they thought to be fact was indeed a misconception on their part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life we base a lot of decisions on what we &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; is right. It takes to be thrown in the pool to realize it. Take the time to make your decisions in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows our decisions before we do but He loves us so much, He's put his trust in us to make the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray. Meditate on God's Word. You will know what choices to make. You will know which path to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joshua 1:8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let this Book of the Law depart from your mouth; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/ScEiG43MupI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DNlZyBaKbxc/s1600-h/romans5_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/ScEiG43MupI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DNlZyBaKbxc/s200/romans5_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314566537012361874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your love and trust in the Lord. He is your salvation. You will find solace in Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-6371020096654141706?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6371020096654141706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=6371020096654141706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/6371020096654141706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/6371020096654141706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/03/plunge.html' title='The Plunge'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/ScEevQwzMyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/y-l27riEryA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-4731990949050183881</id><published>2009-02-27T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:38:37.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Forgives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promiscuity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purity'/><title type='text'>Pick Up the Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SahT56iMqnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5-n-UuH_NDc/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SahT56iMqnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5-n-UuH_NDc/s200/Picture1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307584415286471282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a teenager she thought she was invincible, nothing could detain her.  She was confident, smart and beautiful.  She was the life of the party.  With these kind of attributes, how could she have a care in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years go by.  High school is over, college years ensue.  The parties are bigger, louder, and wilder.  Everyone is drinking, drugging, dancing, laughing, and having sex.  Wild, crazy, "carefree" nights.  From one fun night to the next, she’s making many intimate friends.  She’s young and beautiful… she’s not hurting anyone… she’s just having a good time.  Besides, there are so many guys out there, why not enjoy them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College graduation comes and goes.  She’s in her early twenties, now the real partying begins.  Over 21 years old – the world is at her fingertips.  She works her 9-5 but makes sure to go out almost every night.  Out with the girls.  Short skirts and high heels.  Guys buying her drinks all night.  At the end of the night, his place or hers didn’t matter to her.  Many mornings of not knowing who he was or how she got home.  But she’s young and "carefree"... it’s all in good fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More years down the road, she says she’s tamed her ways.  An occasional night out, not as reckless as before.  From many male encounters to just a handful.  She thinks she has it all together.  She’s beautiful, successful, and still "carefree."  To her, life couldn’t get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your test came back positive.  You have HIV.  We’d like you to come in to discuss your treatment options."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was crushing.  Each spoken word was an anvil-like blow to her heart.  Not her! How could this be?!  When did this happen?  Who did she get it from?  How could this happen to someone that was invincible?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn’t possibly know who she contracted this fatal disease from, for there were too many to count.  Countless men throughout the years, some even nameless never to be seen again.  Her decision to be promiscuous and "carefree" came at the cost of her health.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no cure, all those years of a "carefree" lifestyle will cost her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you will not do so, behold, you have sinned against the LORD, and be sure your sin will find you out. (Numbers 32:23)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible continuously reminds us to refrain from sexual desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his own body. for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body. (1 Corinthians 6:18, 20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should you be intoxicated, my son, with a forbidden woman and embrace the bosom of an adulteress? For a man’s ways are before the eyes of the LORD, and he ponders all his paths. The iniquities of the wicked ensnare him, and he is held fast in the cords of his sin. He dies for lack of discipline, and because of his great folly he is led astray. (Proverbs 5:20-23) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have come into an era where sex is main stream.  It’s unavoidable, from commercials to movies to fashion.  It is one of the easiest sins to fall prey to.  Day after day, so many try to justify premarital sex.  But it is, in fact, inexcusable.  It is, in fact, against the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, we are held to God’s commands.  We should exemplify His words in every way… including what we do with our bodies.  Our bodies are His temple.  &lt;strong&gt;HIS&lt;/strong&gt; temple.  We should not abuse or desecrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires. (Romans 13:14) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have sex, you are giving that person a piece of yourself.  They get a physical, emotional, and mental piece of you.  With each thought; with each act; with each person, you lose something within yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you marry… the day you join your life with the partner that God has intended for you… how can you say your partner is getting all of you?  How are you ‘whole’ if you’ve lost pieces of yourself from premarital sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick up the pieces.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop giving yourself away.  No matter what your past experience has been, God offers you total forgiveness when you repent.  He offers complete healing for the areas that have been broken.  Ask the Lord for forgiveness for your lustful desires and sins.  He will work within you, making you whole once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. (1 John 1:9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will sprinkle clean water on you, and you shall be clean from all your uncleanness, and from all your idols I will cleanse you. (Ezekiel 36:25)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please realize that from this moment on you can start over with a clean slate.  You can decide &lt;strong&gt;right now&lt;/strong&gt; that you want to make good choices about your purity from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 12:1&lt;br /&gt;And so, dear brothers and sisters, I plead with you to give your bodies to God because of all he has done for you. Let them be a living and holy sacrifice—the kind he will find acceptable. This is truly the way to worship him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-4731990949050183881?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4731990949050183881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=4731990949050183881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4731990949050183881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4731990949050183881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/pick-up-pieces.html' title='Pick Up the Pieces'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SahT56iMqnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5-n-UuH_NDc/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-6022925541448548889</id><published>2009-02-13T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:09:29.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Draw Near to God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Existence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Heals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Barbers and God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SaQptZR8JeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/o0mPYMkuPFc/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SaQptZR8JeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/o0mPYMkuPFc/s200/Picture2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306412120806270434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a good analogy explaining why God allows pain and suffering: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked about so many things and various subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;===============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;James 4:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 11:6&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 4:20-23&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 107:20&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 15:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 2:14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-6022925541448548889?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6022925541448548889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=6022925541448548889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/6022925541448548889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/6022925541448548889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/barbers-and-god.html' title='Barbers and God'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SaQptZR8JeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/o0mPYMkuPFc/s72-c/Picture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-5239730435097415090</id><published>2009-02-13T15:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:25:50.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flaws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finding Strength in Our Weakness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s grace'/><title type='text'>The Cracked Pot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SZYmHaWtmZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_71NmnaGtdY/s1600-h/cracked+pot_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SZYmHaWtmZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_71NmnaGtdY/s200/cracked+pot_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302467520050862482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A water bearer had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his masters house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your masters house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts." The pot said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the masters house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again the Pot apologized to the bearer for its failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SZYmHU9wBvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/J5K1JxSqm_M/s1600-h/wild_flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SZYmHU9wBvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/J5K1JxSqm_M/s200/wild_flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302467518603986674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pots side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has our own unique flaws. We’re all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father's table. In God's great economy, nothing goes to waste. Don’t be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them, and you too can be the cause of beauty. Know that in our weakness we find our strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Corinthians 12:10&lt;/em&gt; "That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-5239730435097415090?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5239730435097415090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=5239730435097415090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5239730435097415090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5239730435097415090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/cracked-pot.html' title='The Cracked Pot'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SZYmHaWtmZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_71NmnaGtdY/s72-c/cracked+pot_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-4061438600718219894</id><published>2009-02-11T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:37:41.083-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Read the Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planting A Seed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seeds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planted in God&apos;s Word'/><title type='text'>Seeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SZL87lbxf9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/gO38CNVozNs/s1600-h/Field_Flowers___1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SZL87lbxf9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/gO38CNVozNs/s200/Field_Flowers___1006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301577811959578578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever passed a barren field in the winter that transforms into a beautiful field of flowers in the spring? Or seen someone constantly partying, living their life with the "Sex, Drugs and Rock-n-Roll" motto?  And some time later they’ve tamed their ways, go to church, and follow a more humble lifestyle? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the transformations of the barren field and the person have something in common… a seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One seed started the chain.  One seed started the change from barren to beautiful.  A seed within helped cultivate that person into a child of God.  In our lives, God’s Word (the bible) is our seed.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark 4:30-31&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Again he said, "What shall we say the kingdom of God is like, or what parable shall we use to describe it? It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest seed you plant in the ground."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, God's Word is as alive as a seed.  On the outside, the bible looks like just another ‘book’ with stories of yore, stories you might not imagine to be true.  At first glance, the words look lifeless and powerless.  But it is quite the opposite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Peter 1:23-25&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God. For, &lt;br /&gt;   "All men are like grass, &lt;br /&gt;and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; &lt;br /&gt;   the grass withers and the flowers fall, &lt;br /&gt;but the word of the Lord stands forever." And this is the word that was preached to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is the bible compared to a seed?  Let’s list the similarities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE GIVING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Seed&lt;/strong&gt; - Its outside look is very deceiving. A seed has the ingredients needed WITHIN to produce tangible life, one that appeases the senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Word of God&lt;/strong&gt; - Its outside look is very deceiving. The bible has the messages within its pages needed to familiarize you more with God and ways to transform yourself into His vessel.  He speaks through them to accomplish His purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke 8:11&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is the meaning of the parable: The seed is the word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Timothy 3:16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Scripture is God-breathed (given by His inspiration) and profitable for instruction, for reproof and conviction of sin, for correction of error and discipline in obedience, [and] for training in righteousness (in holy living, in conformity to God's will in thought, purpose, and action). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLANTING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Seed&lt;/strong&gt; - Seeds can’t grow as they are… they must be planted in the right place to see fruitful results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Word of God&lt;/strong&gt; - In order for the Word of God to produce in your life, you must plant His Word in your heart and mind. READ and SPEAK the Word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 10:10&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIZE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Seed&lt;/strong&gt; - A seed is tiny compared to the size of the plants is brings into being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Word of God&lt;/strong&gt; - The problems we face in life seem enormous at times and scripture seems so minimal in size compared to it.  If the word of God is well planted, it will grow within you and will prevail over your trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 13:31&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told them another parable: "The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POWER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Seed&lt;/strong&gt; - A seed is able to grow through dirt and rocks. It pushes its way to the light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Word of God&lt;/strong&gt; - If God’s Word is planted in your heart and mind, it will also push through the dirt and rocks in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 30:5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word of God is tried and purified; He is a shield to those who trust and take refuge in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Seed&lt;/strong&gt; - A seed does not produce over night.  It takes time to see its harvest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Word of God&lt;/strong&gt; - It takes time to see the fruit of God’s Word working in your life. You must remain strong and steadfast, well planted in His Word, and when God is done preparing or molding you, He will use you for His doings.  As anxious as you may get; as prepared as you think you might be, you must remember that this is all done in God’s timing.  His timing is perfect and only He knows when we are truly ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 92:12-13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, &lt;br /&gt;       they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon; &lt;br /&gt;planted in the house of the LORD, &lt;br /&gt;       they will flourish in the courts of our God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOURISHMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Seed&lt;/strong&gt; - A seed which is dug up, or not watered, will not produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Word of God&lt;/strong&gt; - The seed of God’s Word (in you) must be protected and taken care.  This is accomplished by being in the Word, praying and living out the Word.  We must put our knowledge into practice.  If we are only seers (reading) and not doers then we will not grow.  We must act.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 55:8-11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, &lt;br /&gt;       neither are your ways my ways," &lt;br /&gt;       declares the LORD. &lt;br /&gt; 9 "As the heavens are higher than the earth, &lt;br /&gt;       so are my ways higher than your ways &lt;br /&gt;       and my thoughts than your thoughts. &lt;br /&gt; 10 As the rain and the snow &lt;br /&gt;       come down from heaven, &lt;br /&gt;       and do not return to it &lt;br /&gt;       without watering the earth &lt;br /&gt;       and making it bud and flourish, &lt;br /&gt;       so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, &lt;br /&gt; 11 so is my word that goes out from my mouth: &lt;br /&gt;       It will not return to me empty, &lt;br /&gt;       but will accomplish what I desire &lt;br /&gt;       and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HARVEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Seed&lt;/strong&gt; -The more seeds planted, the greater the harvest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Word of God&lt;/strong&gt; - The more seeds planted, the greater the harvest.  Grow in God’s Word.  Apply it to every aspect of your life and you will reap a bountiful harvest!  Keep in mind that you are planting seeds by the way you live your life.  People are always watching so even if you are not actively witnessing to someone, you may be planting a seed by what you actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Corinthians 9:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this: Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are taught as babes to cherish the miracle of growth, to embrace the natural beauties of the world.  We are taught that plants and fruits all begin with a seed; a planted, well nourished seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives should be viewed the same way.  With God’s Word planted in us; with His scriptures of life growing in our hearts, we will develop into a natural beauty in His eyes… a child of God!  We will emulate His design.  We will prosper in every corner of our lives.  We will triumph over all challenges.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it all begins with a little seed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all begins by reading the bible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-4061438600718219894?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4061438600718219894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=4061438600718219894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4061438600718219894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4061438600718219894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-ever-passed-barren-field-in.html' title='Seeds'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SZL87lbxf9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/gO38CNVozNs/s72-c/Field_Flowers___1006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-5312807796099197579</id><published>2009-02-04T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:29:33.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>Acquainted With Grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SYnQCx6jc3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/Ez2Un3ZNVeo/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SYnQCx6jc3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/Ez2Un3ZNVeo/s320/dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298995182755345266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the 10 yr anniversary of my father's passing. Although it's easier to cope with as the years go by, there is still, and will always be, a part of me that misses him terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a hero through his daughter's eyes... &lt;br /&gt;Dec 24, 1952 - Feb 4, 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten used to missing you,&lt;br /&gt;My grief's begun to ease;&lt;br /&gt;I don't sit down to write you notes&lt;br /&gt;Or phone to shoot the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;When in a crowd someone may laugh&lt;br /&gt;Or sound a lot like you;&lt;br /&gt;And then the pain will grip my heart&lt;br /&gt;And flood my soul anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten used to missing you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning day by day&lt;br /&gt;To focus on good memories&lt;br /&gt;And put the rest away.&lt;br /&gt;On strong days I scan photographs&lt;br /&gt;Of happy times we knew;&lt;br /&gt;I picture Jesus in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And place Him next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten used to missing you,&lt;br /&gt;And though it's been ten years;&lt;br /&gt;I still am just a thought away&lt;br /&gt;From aching and from tears.&lt;br /&gt;But my sorrow will have an end,&lt;br /&gt;So let the teardrops pour;&lt;br /&gt;Until I'm once again with you&lt;br /&gt;And the One who loves you more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-5312807796099197579?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5312807796099197579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=5312807796099197579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5312807796099197579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5312807796099197579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/acquainted-with-grief.html' title='Acquainted With Grief'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SYnQCx6jc3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/Ez2Un3ZNVeo/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-436242718241495940</id><published>2009-01-28T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:36:35.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selfishness'/><title type='text'>Selfishness and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SYCmhOc4RAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/heImfv6PSjo/s1600-h/Selfish_Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SYCmhOc4RAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/heImfv6PSjo/s200/Selfish_Love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296416251532821506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness and love.  Not too often does someone speak of these two words jointly.  In many cases in life, although they are opposites, selfishness and love go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selfishness&lt;/strong&gt; is focused on satisfying its own flesh while &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; is focused on pleasing others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it possible for someone to be selfish and still love wholeheartedly?  The answer is no.  Here’s why…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The breakdown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE:&lt;/strong&gt; The bible explains different facets of love.  The simplest of understandings (and most commonly known) is in &lt;em&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-7 &lt;/em&gt;(NIV), Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELFISHNESS:&lt;/strong&gt; According to the gospel, selfishness (and pride… since they have similar traits) only causes trouble and dissonance.  God sees this as sinful and those who partake in it will not inherit His Kingdom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 John 2:16&lt;/em&gt; (CEV) Our foolish pride comes from this world, and so do our selfish desires and our desire to have everything we see. None of this comes from the Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 13:10&lt;/em&gt; (CEV) &lt;br /&gt;Too much pride causes trouble. &lt;br /&gt;     Be sensible and take advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 18:1&lt;/em&gt; (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;An unfriendly man pursues selfish ends; he defies all sound judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So how does selfishness affect love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In being selfish, people usually mistreat other people because of their own feelings.  There is more emphasis on "me" or "my" or "I" as opposed to taking the other into consideration.  With that as a foundation, they cannot really love… TRULY LOVE… someone else because of their over abundance of self-love.  In other words, this "self love" doesn’t allow a person to love entirely because they’re feeding a selfish pride instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution or Resolution (if you will): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible tells us to love one another as God has loved us &lt;br /&gt;(John 13:34).&lt;br /&gt;The bible tells us to be devoted to and honor one another &lt;br /&gt;(Romans 12:10).&lt;br /&gt;The bible tells us to have concern for one another &lt;br /&gt;(1 Corinthians 12:25).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are instructed to humble ourselves before the Lord so that we may move in life with an abundance of humility, respect, love, and understanding towards one another.  In order to achieve this, we must first be fair with ourselves… set our path on His ways, not the ways of the selfish and prideful.  After all, if we are not fair to ourselves then we will have a hard time being fair to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippians 2:3 &lt;/em&gt;(NIV) Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;James 3:17&lt;/em&gt; (NIV) But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must all take the time to re-evaluate ourselves.  Where do we fall short?  What are our inequities?  Do these shortcomings impact others?  If so, how?  And, most importantly, have we brought these to the Lord??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find refuge in the Lord and He will bring you past these weaknesses.  He will continue to transform you into a creature of light and wonderment; a child of God.  Your growth, humility, respect, love, and understanding will pour out from within, embracing all whom you reach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-436242718241495940?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/436242718241495940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=436242718241495940&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/436242718241495940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/436242718241495940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/01/selfishness-and-love.html' title='Selfishness and Love'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SYCmhOc4RAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/heImfv6PSjo/s72-c/Selfish_Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-3602251023308865716</id><published>2009-01-22T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:27:59.607-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Forgives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good vs Evil'/><title type='text'>The Devil &amp; the Duck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SXipyP9-6TI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IokURmSxTM8/s1600-h/pekin-duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SXipyP9-6TI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IokURmSxTM8/s200/pekin-duck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294168042719078706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A chain email with a good messsage...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He practiced in the woods; but he could never hit the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile; only to see his&lt;br /&gt;Sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch the next day Grandma said, 'Sally, let's wash the dishes'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sally said, 'Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she whispered to him, 'Rem em ber the duck?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Johnny did the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, 'I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally just smiled and said, 'well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She whispered again, 'Remember the duck?' So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's; he&lt;br /&gt;Finally couldn't stand it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, 'Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought for the day and every day thereafter:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done... And the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.)...whatever it is... you need to know that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;em&gt;"For the ways of man are before the eyes of the Lord." (Proverbs 5:21)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He not only forgives you, but He forgets. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;"…and will not remember thy sins." (Isaiah 43:25)&lt;br /&gt;    "I will remember their sin no more." (Jeremiah 31:34) &lt;br /&gt;    "Their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more." (Hebrews 8:12)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is by God's grace and mercy that we are saved.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;to give his people the knowledge of salvation &lt;br /&gt;      through the forgiveness of their sins, &lt;br /&gt;    because of the tender mercy of our God, &lt;br /&gt;      by which the rising sun will come to us from heaven. (Luke 1:77-78)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is at the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus died on the cross; he was thinking of you!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. (John 3:16)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-3602251023308865716?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/3602251023308865716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=3602251023308865716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/3602251023308865716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/3602251023308865716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/01/devil-duck.html' title='The Devil &amp; the Duck'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SXipyP9-6TI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IokURmSxTM8/s72-c/pekin-duck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-7609068996705945799</id><published>2008-12-23T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:24:43.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signs of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judging Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prejudice'/><title type='text'>A Baby's Hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SVE1QoPWW8I/AAAAAAAAATs/yF_B7LqPRDc/s1600-h/child_hug_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SVE1QoPWW8I/AAAAAAAAATs/yF_B7LqPRDc/s200/child_hug_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283062397678279618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, a s he wriggled and giggled with merriment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. 'Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,' the man said to Erik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I exchanged looks, 'What do we do?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 'Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. 'Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,' I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's 'pick-me-up' position. Before I could stop him, Erik had&lt;br /&gt;propelled himself from my arms to the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, 'You take care of this baby.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat that contained a stone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my God, forgive me.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, 'Are you willing to share your son for a moment?' when He shared His for all eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark 10:15&lt;/em&gt;... "I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-7609068996705945799?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7609068996705945799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=7609068996705945799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/7609068996705945799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/7609068996705945799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/12/babys-hug.html' title='A Baby&apos;s Hug'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SVE1QoPWW8I/AAAAAAAAATs/yF_B7LqPRDc/s72-c/child_hug_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-3735581355035294174</id><published>2008-12-22T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:15:46.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God vs Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signs of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atheist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atheism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good vs Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beliefs'/><title type='text'>God versus Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SU-9Lw2uHkI/AAAAAAAAATk/Z4mJOnTLwCA/s1600-h/Good_evil_after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SU-9Lw2uHkI/AAAAAAAAATk/Z4mJOnTLwCA/s200/Good_evil_after.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282648897719508546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let me explain the problem science has with&lt;br /&gt;religion.' The atheist professor of philosophy&lt;br /&gt;pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students&lt;br /&gt;to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes sir,' the student says.&lt;br /&gt;'So you believe in God?'&lt;br /&gt;'Absolutely.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is God good?'&lt;br /&gt;'Sure! God's good.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you good or evil?'&lt;br /&gt;'The Bible says I'm evil.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The&lt;br /&gt;Bible!' He considers for a moment. 'Here's one for you.&lt;br /&gt;Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can &lt;br /&gt;cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes sir, I would.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So you're good...!'&lt;br /&gt;'I wouldn't say that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed&lt;br /&gt;person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student does not answer, so the professor continues.&lt;br /&gt;'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who&lt;br /&gt;died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him.&lt;br /&gt;How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student remains silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says.&lt;br /&gt;He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to&lt;br /&gt;give the student time to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?'&lt;br /&gt;'Er..yes,' the student says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is Satan good?'&lt;br /&gt;The student doesn't hesitate on this one.  'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then where does Satan come from?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student falters. 'From God'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, sir.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did&lt;br /&gt;make everything correct??'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So who created evil?' The professor&lt;br /&gt;continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil,&lt;br /&gt;since evil exists, and according to the principle that our&lt;br /&gt;works define who we are, then God is evil.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the student has no answer. &lt;br /&gt;'Is there sickness? Immorality? &lt;br /&gt;Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible&lt;br /&gt;things, do they exist in this world?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So who created them?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student does not answer again, so the professor&lt;br /&gt;repeats his question. 'Who created them?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer &lt;br /&gt;breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class is mesmerized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tell me,' he continues onto another student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student's voice betrays him and cracks.&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, professor, I do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have&lt;br /&gt;five senses you use to identify and observe the world&lt;br /&gt;around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No sir. I've never seen Him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, sir, I have not.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you ever felt your Jesus, &lt;br /&gt;tasted your Jesus or smelled your Jesus? &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had any sensoryperception&lt;br /&gt;of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yet you still believe in him?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'According to the rules of empirical, testable, &lt;br /&gt;demonstrable protocol, science says your God&lt;br /&gt;doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that&lt;br /&gt;is the problem science has with God. There is no&lt;br /&gt;evidence, only faith.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking&lt;br /&gt;a question of His own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And is there such a thing as cold?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, son, there's cold too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sir, there isn't.'&lt;br /&gt;The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student&lt;br /&gt;begins to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat,&lt;br /&gt;mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no&lt;br /&gt;heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'.&lt;br /&gt;We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no&lt;br /&gt;heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is&lt;br /&gt;no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder&lt;br /&gt;than the lowest -458 degrees.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Every body or object is susceptible to study when it&lt;br /&gt;has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body&lt;br /&gt;or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F)&lt;br /&gt;is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only&lt;br /&gt;a word we use to describe the absence of&lt;br /&gt;heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in&lt;br /&gt;thermal units because heat is energy.&lt;br /&gt;Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the&lt;br /&gt;absence of it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the&lt;br /&gt;classroom, sounding like a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a&lt;br /&gt;thing as darkness?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;'What is night if it isn't darkness?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not&lt;br /&gt;something; it is the absence of something. You can&lt;br /&gt;have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but&lt;br /&gt;if you have no light constantly you have nothing and&lt;br /&gt;it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning&lt;br /&gt;we use to define the word.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would &lt;br /&gt;be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor begins to smile at the student in front&lt;br /&gt;of him. This will be a good semester. &lt;br /&gt;'So what point are you making, young man?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical&lt;br /&gt;premise is flawed to start with, a nd so your&lt;br /&gt;conclusion must also be flawed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this&lt;br /&gt;time. 'Flawed? Can you explain how?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are working on the premise of duality,' the&lt;br /&gt;student explains.. 'You argue that there is life&lt;br /&gt;and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You&lt;br /&gt;are viewing the concept of God as something finite,&lt;br /&gt;something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a&lt;br /&gt;thought.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen,&lt;br /&gt;much less fully understood either one. To view death&lt;br /&gt;as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that&lt;br /&gt;death cannot exist as a substantive thing. &lt;br /&gt;Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students&lt;br /&gt;that they evolved from a monkey?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary&lt;br /&gt;process, young man, yes, of course I do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling,&lt;br /&gt;as a very good semester, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Since no one has ever observed the process of&lt;br /&gt;evolution at work and cannot even prove that this&lt;br /&gt;process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your&lt;br /&gt;opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class is in uproar. The student remains silent&lt;br /&gt;until the commotion has subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'To continue the point you were making earlier to the&lt;br /&gt;other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in&lt;br /&gt; the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?'&lt;br /&gt;The class breaks out into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the&lt;br /&gt;professor's brain, felt the professor's brain,&lt;br /&gt;touched or smelled the professor's brain? No one&lt;br /&gt;appears to have done so. So, according to the established&lt;br /&gt;rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says&lt;br /&gt;that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So if science says you have no brain, how can we&lt;br /&gt;trust your lectures, sir?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at&lt;br /&gt;the student, his face unreadable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man&lt;br /&gt;answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I guess you'll have to take them on faith.' &lt;br /&gt;'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact,&lt;br /&gt;faith exists with life,' the student continues.&lt;br /&gt;'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course,&lt;br /&gt;there is. We see it everyday It is in the daily&lt;br /&gt;example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude &lt;br /&gt;of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These&lt;br /&gt;manifestations are nothing else but evil.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist&lt;br /&gt;sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is&lt;br /&gt;simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold,&lt;br /&gt;a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. &lt;br /&gt;God did not create evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have&lt;br /&gt;God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold&lt;br /&gt;that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that&lt;br /&gt;comes when there is no light.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The student was Albert Einstein. Albert Einstein did&lt;br /&gt;write a book titled God vs. Science in 1921.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For we walk by faith, not by sight." (2 Corinthians 5:7)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-3735581355035294174?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/3735581355035294174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=3735581355035294174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/3735581355035294174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/3735581355035294174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-versus-science.html' title='God versus Science'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SU-9Lw2uHkI/AAAAAAAAATk/Z4mJOnTLwCA/s72-c/Good_evil_after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-6680722467110013082</id><published>2008-12-17T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:30:08.817-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Provides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Inspires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prejudice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be An Example'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selfishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Days of the Week with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, Wash Day&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlf41boVoI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VtyTgzeLfIU/s1600-h/Monday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 59px; height: 57px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlf41boVoI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VtyTgzeLfIU/s320/Monday.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280857468088899202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness and &lt;br /&gt;Vanity, so I may serve you with perfect humility &lt;br /&gt;Through the week ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, Ironing Day&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlf4p65aII/AAAAAAAAASs/4pegk4ma4nQ/s1600-h/Tuesday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 61px; height: 56px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlf4p65aII/AAAAAAAAASs/4pegk4ma4nQ/s320/Tuesday.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280857464998815874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles &lt;br /&gt;Of prejudice I have collected through the years &lt;br /&gt;So that I may see the beauty in others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, Mending Day&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlf4Yt-8BI/AAAAAAAAASk/LQCmRtTOLsk/s1600-h/wednesday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 65px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlf4Yt-8BI/AAAAAAAAASk/LQCmRtTOLsk/s320/wednesday.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280857460381249554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God, help me mend my ways so I will not &lt;br /&gt;Set a bad example for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, Cleaning Day&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlf4cylkEI/AAAAAAAAASc/eSGc-UQo3vs/s1600-h/thursday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 85px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlf4cylkEI/AAAAAAAAASc/eSGc-UQo3vs/s320/thursday.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280857461474299970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus, help me to dust out all the many faults &lt;br /&gt;I have been hiding in the secret corners of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, Shopping Day&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlf4Cf5VLI/AAAAAAAAASU/47XgyLPa8Fg/s1600-h/friday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 89px; height: 56px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlf4Cf5VLI/AAAAAAAAASU/47XgyLPa8Fg/s320/friday.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280857454416581810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O God, give me the grace to shop wisely so I may purchase &lt;br /&gt;eternal happiness for myself and all others In need of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, Cooking Day&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlgQo-K8JI/AAAAAAAAATE/4b6ISLtrDQQ/s1600-h/saturday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 85px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlgQo-K8JI/AAAAAAAAATE/4b6ISLtrDQQ/s320/saturday.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280857877060972690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, my Savior, to brew a big kettle of brotherly &lt;br /&gt;Love and serve it with clean, sweet bread of human kindness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, The Lord's Day&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlgQetFCJI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vB_DCL5HTC8/s1600-h/sunday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlgQetFCJI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vB_DCL5HTC8/s320/sunday.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280857874304927890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O God, I have prepared my house for you. Please &lt;br /&gt;Come into my heart so I may spend the day and the &lt;br /&gt;Rest of my life in your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-6680722467110013082?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6680722467110013082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=6680722467110013082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/6680722467110013082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/6680722467110013082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/12/days-of-week-with-god.html' title='Days of the Week with God'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SUlf41boVoI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VtyTgzeLfIU/s72-c/Monday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-7104899661184850148</id><published>2008-11-24T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:47:54.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s armor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Yellow Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SSsTXqAjP6I/AAAAAAAAARM/yUfX_ret30Y/s1600-h/Esp_John14_27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SSsTXqAjP6I/AAAAAAAAARM/yUfX_ret30Y/s200/Esp_John14_27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272329085901815714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a forwarded email I received from a friend. Whether the story is true or not, I don't know.  But the message it holds is one worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yellow shirt had long sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the front. It was faded from years of wear, but still in decent shape. I found it in 1963 when I was home from college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of clothes Mom intended to give away. 'You're not taking that old thing, are you?!? Mom said when she saw me packing the yellow shirt. 'I wore that when I was pregnant with your brother in 1954!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the thing to wear over my clothes during art class, Mom. Thanks!' I slipped it into my suitcase before she could object. The yellow shirt became a part of my college wardrobe. I loved it. After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I moved into my new apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next year, I married.. When I became pregnant, I wore the yellow shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and the rest of my family, since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois . But that shirt helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was pregnant, 15 years earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Christmas, mindful of the warm feelings the shirt had given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to thank me for her 'real' gifts, she said the yellow shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next year, my husband, daughter and I stopped at Mom and Dad's to pick up some furniture. Days later, when we uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the pattern was set...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our next visit home, I secretly placed the shirt under Mom and Dad's mattress. I don't know how long it took for her to find it, but almost two years passed before I discovered it under the base of our living-room floor lamp. The yellow shirt was just what I needed now while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1975 my husband and I divorced. With my three children, I prepared to move back to Illinois . As I packed, a deep depression overtook me. I wondered if I could make it on my own. I wondered if I would find a job. I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In Ephesians, I read, 'So use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy whenever he attacks, and when it is all over, you will be standing up.' &lt;em&gt;(Ephesians 6:11-13)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to picture myself wearing God's armor, but all I saw was the stained yellow shirt. Slowly, it dawned on me. Wasn't my mother's love a piece of God's armor? My courage was renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpacking in our new home, I knew I had to get the shirt back to Mother. The next time I visited her, I tucked it in her bottom dresser drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station. A year later I discovered the yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning closet. Something new had been added. Embroidered in bright green across the breast pocket were the words 'I BELONG TO PAT.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone, I got out my own embroidery materials and added an apostrophe and seven more letters. Now the shirt proudly proclaimed, 'I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER.' But I didn't stop there. I zig-zagged all the frayed seams, then had a friend mail the shirt in a fancy box to Mom from Arlington, VA We enclosed an official looking letter from 'The Institute for the Destitute,' announcing that she was the recipient of an award for good deeds. I would have given anything to see Mom's face when she opened the box. But, of course, she never mentioned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years later, in 1978, I remarried. The day of our wedding, Harold and I put our car in a friend's garage to avoid practical jokers. After the wedding, while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached for a pillow in the car to rest my head. It felt lumpy. I unzipped the case and found, wrapped in wedding paper, the yellow shirt. Inside a pocket was a note: 'Read &lt;strong&gt;John 14:27 -29&lt;/strong&gt;. I love you both, Mother..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel room and found the verses: &lt;em&gt;'I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives. So don't be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very happy for me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am. I have told you these things before they happen so that when they do, you will believe in me.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shirt was Mother's final gift. She had known for three months that she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease. Mother died the following year at age 57.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted to send the yellow shirt with her to her grave. But I'm glad I didn't, because it is a vivid reminder of the love-filled game she and I played for 16 years. Besides, my older daughter is in college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a baggy yellow shirt with big pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times we drown in despair, in worrying about the 'what ifs' and the shoulda, coulda, woulda. What we fail to realize is that God's presence in our lives is apparent in every thought, action &amp; interaction. We know that the bible is armor against the enemy... but we must also acknowledge that love... loving one another, loving ourselves, and loving our Lord is our armor. These relationships, built on love, put a stronghold on the enemy's attempts to break us down and shatter our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the little things in life and embrace them. Know that God uses the people in your life to minister to you as well, even if just in an action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in Him, rooted and built up in Him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness." &lt;em&gt;Colossians 2:6-7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-7104899661184850148?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7104899661184850148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=7104899661184850148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/7104899661184850148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/7104899661184850148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/11/yellow-shirt.html' title='The Yellow Shirt'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SSsTXqAjP6I/AAAAAAAAARM/yUfX_ret30Y/s72-c/Esp_John14_27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-2337282448162785469</id><published>2008-10-21T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:40:04.765-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Heals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Jehovah-Rapha, the Lord our Healer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SP6SfqEeLDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LKvVps-wlYw/s1600-h/Vero_surgery3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SP6SfqEeLDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LKvVps-wlYw/s200/Vero_surgery3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259802487381961778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter has had 6 surgeries on her right ear in 4 years.  Within the past year alone, she’s had 3 of them… in Aug, Nov &amp; May.  She’s been through a lot physically and yet she hasn’t lost faith.  She continues to believe that God will heal her of her ear problems and she will live a joyous, healthy life.  During these times, I’ve asked friends and family to pray for her, played a healing CD for her, and asked my church to pray for her as well.  Her last surgery was a success!!  For the first time ever, Veronica has normal hearing!! Thank you Jesus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… 5 months later we encounter a problem… she has a bad infection in her left ear… in her “good” ear.  So far she’s been every week to the doctors, 3 weeks in a row, ear drops and a change of antibiotics.  We pray that this doesn’t turn into the trouble we had with her right ear.  Although she is brave and full of faith and reassurance, it is very difficult to grasp the fact that she has fallen ill again.  And so we continue to pray.  And so this article is written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know our God to be merciful and compassionate.  We’ve read countless stories of His healings and miracles.  We know that God is Jehovah-Rapha, the Lord our Healer.  So the big question that has been asked is, knowing that He heals, why are some still plagued with illness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we have to acknowledge is that &lt;strong&gt;God can and does heal&lt;/strong&gt;.  “for I am the LORD, who heals you” (Exodus 15:26).  God’s will is to heal our physical body. He doesn’t want us to suffer with sickness and disease.  One thing He asks of us is faith… faith in Him; Jehovah-Rapha.  We might try to understand why but we must always remember that His ways are higher than ours. And in understanding this, we accept that God has full authority over all sickness and can choose to heal whenever and whomever He chooses.  We must also understand that sometimes God allows us to have sickness so that will we look to Him for His strength and power.  The sickness can teach us a valuable lesson about our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To keep me from becoming conceited because of these surpassingly great revelations, there was given me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, &lt;em&gt;"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."&lt;/em&gt; Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong." (2 Corinthians 12:7-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s read that again… &lt;em&gt;"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."&lt;/em&gt;  Do you hear how divine that is?!  Our Lord is His strongest in our weakest moments.  He does not leave us to wallow in our pain.  He does not leave us to cower in our affliction.  Instead, the Lord says that His grace is sufficient and far more than we can ever hope or imagine.  He will free us of our ailments if we fully surrender ourselves to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn your decrees." (Psalm 119:71) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they are good for us - they help us learn to endure." (Romans 5:3) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are some still plagued with illness?  I know for my daughter it is because God uses these medical problems to strengthen her.  It has drawn us closer not only to one another but also to God.  We have experienced and learned so much in this time and one thing is for certain… we will only receive God’s mercy if we surrender to Him.  We pray a little longer. Pray a little louder. Pray more often.  We continuously thank God for all He’s given us and for being with us at all times, regardless of circumstance.  We thank Him for bringing us through this storm, directing us to safety; steering my precious daughter to a healthier life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;How beautiful these words are.  How dear we hold them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-2337282448162785469?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2337282448162785469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=2337282448162785469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/2337282448162785469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/2337282448162785469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/jehovah-rapha-lord-our-healer.html' title='Jehovah-Rapha, the Lord our Healer'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SP6SfqEeLDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/LKvVps-wlYw/s72-c/Vero_surgery3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-6339189265547366195</id><published>2008-10-17T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:17:10.217-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Wet Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SPjf-7PaQkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/oXK5flpL9JA/s1600-h/goldfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SPjf-7PaQkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/oXK5flpL9JA/s200/goldfish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258198837102264898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come with me to a third grade classroom..... There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as long as he lives.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head down and prays this prayer, 'Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes from now I'm dead meat.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He looks up from his prayer and here comes the teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been discovered.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in the boy's lap.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is saying to himself, 'Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All the other children are on their hands and knees cleaning up around his desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sympathy is wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule that should have been his has been transferred to someone else - Susie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She tries to help, but they tell her to get out. You've done enough, you klutz!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, 'You did that on purpose, didn't you?'&lt;br /&gt;Susie whispers back, 'I wet my pants once too.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;May God help us see the opportunities that are always around us to do good..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Remember.....Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone one of us is going through tough times right now, but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can. Keep the faith.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one another.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and those that I care deeply for, who are reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your grace. Where there is need, I ask you to fulfill their needs. Bless their homes, families, finances, their goings and their comings. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-6339189265547366195?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6339189265547366195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=6339189265547366195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/6339189265547366195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/6339189265547366195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/wet-pants.html' title='Wet Pants'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SPjf-7PaQkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/oXK5flpL9JA/s72-c/goldfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-4924827053594316698</id><published>2008-10-14T11:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:43:52.751-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Persistence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accomplishment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Determination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Give Up'/><title type='text'>A Six Year Old's Battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SPX6IPLHT9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/HT9Ptt7aiFg/s1600-h/sandcastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SPX6IPLHT9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/HT9Ptt7aiFg/s200/sandcastle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257383159443967954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Written by M. Mendonca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I was six years old, and it was a true battle.  A steadfast wind swept over the ocean and ordered an army of waves to storm the beach as if it was Normandy in 1944.  The waves crashed and receded; water lurked ever more closely to the castle walls.  I had spent the entire afternoon skillfully constructing my masterpiece out of sand, just as Brunelleschi had spent years constructing his Florentine dome, and I refused to acknowledge the fact that the ocean could deliver a sweeping and fatal blow in an instant.  There was a large outer wall with towers erected at each corner, a neat bridge made of palms which connected the barbican to the bailey, and a deep that stood majestically at the castle’s center.  Surely, this beach had never seen a finer structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     With futile efforts, I tried to save my castle from the wrath of the sea and began to quickly pile sand into a makeshift wall in an attempt to divert the water.  However, each time I reached down to scoop another bucketful of sand onto the wall, the ocean crashed down and dissolved it in an instant.  Eventually, the relentless waters reached the castle walls and began to undo the tedious work I had done.  Within moments, my castle was gone without a trace, and all that was left was a smooth patch of sand where it once stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I felt terrible; all of my hard work was ruined. I looked out onto the ocean as the waves crashed upon the shore and the water wrapped around my feet as if it were mocking my pitiful act of defiance.  Rather than giving up and accepting defeat, I resolved to try something new and innovative.  I picked up my plastic shovel and began scooping large amounts of dripping wet sand into my plastic bucket.  With the bucket full of sand, I walked across the span of the beach to the edge of the dunes and emptied it into a pile.  Back and forth, I repeated the tedious work for what seemed like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Eventually I had enough sand, and I started to craft a new castle with the same precision I used with the first one.  A few more hours went by and a new castle lay in front of me, more majestic and gallant that the first with two towering keeps instead of one.  After completing my architectural triumph, I looked at my creation with pride and then over at the treacherous ocean that was sending more waves crashing against the shore.  Though the mighty ocean tried, it could not reach my castle walls as I had strategically placed an entire beach between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As my family left the beach that day, I looked back at my castle still standing safely distanced from the water’s reach.  It was then I realized what determination and persistence could yield.  To this day, whenever I feel frustrated and beaten, I remember the day when a headstrong six-year-old conquered the ocean, and thinking of that, nothing seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;=============================================================&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scriptures That Come to Mind &lt;br /&gt;After Reading This Inspirational Essay...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romans 2:7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who by persistence in doing good seek glory, honor and immortality, he will give eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 37:23-24&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the LORD delights in a man's way, &lt;br /&gt;       he makes his steps firm; &lt;br /&gt;though he stumble, he will not fall, &lt;br /&gt;       for the LORD upholds him with his hand.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 17:20&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-4924827053594316698?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4924827053594316698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=4924827053594316698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4924827053594316698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4924827053594316698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/six-year-olds-battle.html' title='A Six Year Old&apos;s Battle'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SPX6IPLHT9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/HT9Ptt7aiFg/s72-c/sandcastle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-8805788409147678578</id><published>2008-10-08T12:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:08:52.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biblical Humor'/><title type='text'>Biblical Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SOzpIAJcq1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/0dZjP7p1rfQ/s1600-h/humor.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SOzpIAJcq1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/0dZjP7p1rfQ/s200/humor.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254831188922379090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt to have a little biblical humor once in a while. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.&lt;/strong&gt; What kind of man was Boaz before he married Ruth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; Ruthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.&lt;/strong&gt; What do they call pastors in Germany?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; German Shepherds.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.&lt;/strong&gt; Who was the greatest financier in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; Noah He was floating his stock while everyone else was in liquidation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.&lt;/strong&gt; Who was the greatest female financier in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; Pharaoh's daughter. She went down to the bank of the Nile and drew out a little prophet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.&lt;/strong&gt; What kind of motor vehicles are in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; Jehovah drove Adam and Eve out of the Garden in a Fury. David's Triumph was heard throughout the land. Also, probably a Honda, because the apostles were all in one Accord.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.&lt;/strong&gt; Who was the greatest comedian in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; Samson. He brought the house down.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.&lt;/strong&gt; What excuse did Adam give to his children as to why he no longer lived in Eden ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; Your mother ate us out of house and home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.&lt;/strong&gt; Which servant of God was the most flagrant lawbreaker in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; Moses. He broke all 10 commandments at once.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.&lt;/strong&gt; Which area of Palestine was especially wealthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; The area around Jordan. The banks were always overflowing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.&lt;/strong&gt; Who is the greatest babysitter mentioned in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; David. He rocked Goliath to a very deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.&lt;/strong&gt; Which Bible character had no parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; Joshua, son of Nun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.&lt;/strong&gt; Why didn't they play cards on the Ark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt; Because Noah was standing on the deck. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS.&lt;/strong&gt; Did you know it' s a sin for a woman to make coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it's in the Bible. It says... 'He-brews'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are God's way of taking care of us.&lt;br /&gt;Faith, Hope &amp; Love -- but the greatest of these is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-8805788409147678578?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/8805788409147678578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=8805788409147678578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/8805788409147678578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/8805788409147678578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/biblical-humor.html' title='Biblical Humor'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SOzpIAJcq1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/0dZjP7p1rfQ/s72-c/humor.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-5349816735225133628</id><published>2008-10-01T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:28:24.588-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quality Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Just for... I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SOOIpGuFb4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/5sv2ubYuoaQ/s1600-h/mykids_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SOOIpGuFb4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/5sv2ubYuoaQ/s320/mykids_2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252191830204051330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck and I will buy you one if he comes by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about &lt;br /&gt;what you are going to be when you grow up, or &lt;br /&gt;second guess every decision I have made where &lt;br /&gt;you are concerned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me &lt;br /&gt;bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to &lt;br /&gt;fix them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this afternoon, I will take us to &lt;br /&gt;McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you &lt;br /&gt;can have both toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this evening, I will hold you in my &lt;br /&gt;arms and tell you a story about how you were &lt;br /&gt;born and how much I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this evening, I will let you splash in &lt;br /&gt;the tub and not get angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this evening, I will let you stay up &lt;br /&gt;late while we sit on the porch and count all the &lt;br /&gt;stars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside &lt;br /&gt;you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just for this evening when I run my finger &lt;br /&gt;through your hair as you pray, I will simply be &lt;br /&gt;grateful that God has given me the greatest gift &lt;br /&gt;ever given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I will think about the mothers And fathers who &lt;br /&gt;are searching for their missing children, the &lt;br /&gt;mothers and fathers who are visiting their &lt;br /&gt;children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and &lt;br /&gt;mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms &lt;br /&gt;watching their children suffer senselessly, and &lt;br /&gt;screaming inside that they can't handle it &lt;br /&gt;anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And when I kiss you good night I will hold you &lt;br /&gt;a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will &lt;br /&gt;thank God for you, and ask Him for nothing, &lt;br /&gt;except one more day.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-5349816735225133628?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5349816735225133628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=5349816735225133628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5349816735225133628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5349816735225133628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-for-i-am.html' title='Just for... I am...'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SOOIpGuFb4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/5sv2ubYuoaQ/s72-c/mykids_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-7759783842973281580</id><published>2008-09-15T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:17:38.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judgement Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Saves'/><title type='text'>the Good-O-Meeter</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrLzYw6ULYw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrLzYw6ULYw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-7759783842973281580?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/7759783842973281580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=7759783842973281580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/7759783842973281580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/7759783842973281580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-o-meeter.html' title='the Good-O-Meeter'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-5753674153893740163</id><published>2008-09-05T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:03:03.385-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Provides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Will &amp; Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;'To get something you never had, &lt;br /&gt;you have to do something you never did.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, &lt;br /&gt;but merely opening your hands to receive something better. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'The will of God will never take you where &lt;br /&gt;the Grace of God will not protect you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMFbmI1jwgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hgxZ0nAc3to/s1600-h/god_grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMFbmI1jwgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hgxZ0nAc3to/s320/god_grace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242572152001249794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-5753674153893740163?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5753674153893740163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=5753674153893740163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5753674153893740163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5753674153893740163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/09/will-grace.html' title='Will &amp; Grace'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMFbmI1jwgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hgxZ0nAc3to/s72-c/god_grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-4865163467388304390</id><published>2008-08-26T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:18:42.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Provides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is Our Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Inspires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Where My Inspiration Lies</title><content type='html'>Where Does Your Inspiration Lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, my dreams were endless… Aaahh, to be a doctor, lawyer, mechanic (don’t ask lol), accountant, actress… to be rich, famous, a star in my own world!  No wrongs.  No worries.  Everything good brought my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little older, I realized I can still have these wishes but I have to work towards them.  That’s when I started re-analyzing my goals… doctor – well, too much school for me.  Lawyer – wasn’t really my aspiration but more my mom’s for me. Mechanic – lol – no… you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more years go by; I see that even with “a plan” my road is not going to be easy, regardless of the goal I try to accomplish.  Welcome to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, I’m sure, a cycle we’ve all gone through or are still going through.  Decisions are made and re-made.  Plans are set and rescheduled.  But through it all, focus is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given me many skills, talents, blessings of which I intend to use for His will.  I intend to serve Jehovah-ra-ah, the Lord my shepherd.  My relationship with the most high God will set forth a path for my children to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A path of love and salvation.&lt;br /&gt;A path that can only be placed by our Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foundation in Christ will set an example for others.  My steadfast devotion to our beloved Father will ignite a fire within others to seek the tranquility and unconditional love that He provides.  My words, spoken or written, will inspire others to build upon His rock.  My actions intended or not, will exemplify His righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been down many roads.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve traveled near and far in life’s circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Some bitter sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Some that should’ve been avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my travels I have found the path I was meant to tread.  The path truly intended for me.  My walk in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration comes from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 15:5&lt;br /&gt;"I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 55:6-9&lt;br /&gt;Seek the LORD while he may be found; call on him while he is near. Let the wicked forsake his way and the evil man his thoughts. Let him turn to the LORD, and he will have mercy on him, and to our God, for he will freely pardon. "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD. "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-4865163467388304390?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4865163467388304390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=4865163467388304390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4865163467388304390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4865163467388304390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-my-inspiration-lies.html' title='Where My Inspiration Lies'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-3241747554555062732</id><published>2008-08-20T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:11:58.862-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;THANKFUL: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE WIFE &lt;br /&gt;WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,&lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxOsVfAzDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rfpPRTrfc2w/s1600-h/wife.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxOsVfAzDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rfpPRTrfc2w/s200/wife.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236646990313475122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE HUSBAND &lt;br /&gt;WHO IS ON THE SOFA&lt;br /&gt;BEING A COUCH POTATO,&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxO1v6wg0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/5xdgq5ilT6Q/s1600-h/husband.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxO1v6wg0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/5xdgq5ilT6Q/s200/husband.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236647152027992898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TEENAGER &lt;br /&gt;WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME, &lt;br /&gt;NOT ON THE STREETS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxO_RzrqVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jW_FKF2zMPE/s1600-h/teenager.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxO_RzrqVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jW_FKF2zMPE/s200/teenager.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236647315743942994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TAXES I PAY &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM EMPLOYED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxPGmU6DJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JqM3q5GAavI/s1600-h/taxes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxPGmU6DJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JqM3q5GAavI/s200/taxes.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236647441511091346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN SURROUNDED BY FAMILY AND FRIENDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxPaRDknHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-adjs0Ea9G0/s1600-h/cleaning.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxPaRDknHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-adjs0Ea9G0/s200/cleaning.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236647779398622322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxQeM3_4ZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SEN4xrm85NM/s1600-h/clothes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxQeM3_4ZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SEN4xrm85NM/s200/clothes.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236648946507440530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxPuf9AftI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4rLVTDimaCk/s1600-h/shadow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxPuf9AftI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4rLVTDimaCk/s200/shadow.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236648126995005138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,&lt;br /&gt;WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING, AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxP0-uAMtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/1fjjy5HYpe4/s1600-h/mowing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxP0-uAMtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/1fjjy5HYpe4/s200/mowing.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236648238332785362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxP9l1832I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yUQ1nHDZP24/s1600-h/complaining.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxP9l1832I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yUQ1nHDZP24/s200/complaining.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236648386274058082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PARKING SPOT&lt;br /&gt;I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxQFEIXhPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fAgGSbsXPc8/s1600-h/parking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxQFEIXhPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fAgGSbsXPc8/s200/parking.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236648514663449842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM WARM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxQJIImlmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ri5JwwtI220/s1600-h/heating.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxQJIImlmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ri5JwwtI220/s200/heating.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236648584457655906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH&lt;br /&gt;WHO SINGS OFF KEY BECAUSE IT MEANS I CAN HEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxQMZpcyHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ssKerLviXi8/s1600-h/church.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxQMZpcyHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ssKerLviXi8/s200/church.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236648640698435698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS WE HAVE PLENTY OF CLOTHES TO WEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxPjSDr2WI/AAAAAAAAAJg/swNl4TjrR-8/s1600-h/folding.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxPjSDr2WI/AAAAAAAAAJg/swNl4TjrR-8/s200/folding.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236647934286354786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES&lt;br /&gt;AT THE END OF THE DAY &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxQt4LvqkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CrCGiP_pFz0/s1600-h/aching.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxQt4LvqkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CrCGiP_pFz0/s200/aching.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236649215831026242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE!!!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxQt2yTh-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/2MY1MMqUxV4/s1600-h/alarm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxQt2yTh-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/2MY1MMqUxV4/s200/alarm.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236649215455889378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-3241747554555062732?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/3241747554555062732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=3241747554555062732&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/3241747554555062732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/3241747554555062732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/08/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKxOsVfAzDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rfpPRTrfc2w/s72-c/wife.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-735696978330084983</id><published>2008-08-12T10:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:54:19.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressin</title><content type='html'>The summer is coming to a close and the kids &amp; I are starting to prepare for school... ordering uniforms, buying supplies, etc. It's also time for registration for soccer, dance, tennis, piano, you name it! Added to the other stresses that life brings (financial, home/living, work). Oh, and did I mention I'm registering for 3 more classes this semester?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with all that being said, at times my stress levels seem to sky rocket. It affects my eating, sleeping, demeanor, everything. When I feel the weight on my shoulders I constantly remind myself that these stresses are &lt;em&gt;not for me &lt;/em&gt;to bare. I am to lay my fears and worries down at my Savior's feet.  He will see me through my troubles and dispair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKGhkmp-YuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sNOyUv5gH-c/s1600-h/pic_jesus-prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKGhkmp-YuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sNOyUv5gH-c/s200/pic_jesus-prayer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233641892205191906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 9:9&lt;br /&gt;"The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 55:22&lt;br /&gt;"Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:6&lt;br /&gt;"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 5:7&lt;br /&gt;"Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 14:22&lt;br /&gt;"strengthening the disciples and encouraging them to remain true to the faith. "We must go through many hardships to enter the kingdom of God," they said." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 3:14&lt;br /&gt;"But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed. "Do not fear what they fear; do not be frightened." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 31:6&lt;br /&gt;"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU LORD FOR BEING MY SOLE PROVIDER! &lt;br /&gt;MY LIGHT IN DARKNESS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKGhqqje9YI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WhlClmD3Lz0/s1600-h/pic_signthankyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKGhqqje9YI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WhlClmD3Lz0/s200/pic_signthankyou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233641996330923394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 31:7&lt;br /&gt;"I will be glad and rejoice in your love, for you saw my affliction and knew the anguish of my soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 7:17&lt;br /&gt;"I will give thanks to the LORD because of his righteousness and will sing praise to the name of the LORD Most High."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-735696978330084983?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/735696978330084983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=735696978330084983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/735696978330084983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/735696978330084983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/08/stressin.html' title='Stressin'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKGhkmp-YuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sNOyUv5gH-c/s72-c/pic_jesus-prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-6249505574179499887</id><published>2008-08-11T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:48:30.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insults, Rumors &amp; Gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKBiSWY_kuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DI40srlr1TA/s1600-h/pic_gossiping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKBiSWY_kuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DI40srlr1TA/s200/pic_gossiping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233290834392093410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Article written for &lt;a href="http://weused2bu.blogspot.com/"&gt;WeUsed2bu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you hear? ...”&lt;br /&gt;“You didn’t hear it from me but…”&lt;br /&gt;“Someone told me that….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve all been there before, either saying it or listening to it.  Gossiping, exchanging stories, talking about someone, whatever you want to call it.  But what exactly did you get from it?  Do you still see that person the same way, without judging them?  Can that information be used to lift them up?  Or did it damage their reputation?  Hurt them?  Or maybe hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve all been here before too but how true is this statement?  Let’s break this down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sticks and stones may break my bones&lt;/em&gt;… very true.  That pain fades and the wounds eventually heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… &lt;em&gt;but names will never hurt me&lt;/em&gt;… not true.  Name calling or negative comments affect someone much longer than a cut, scrape or bruise.  All it takes is for someone to say something negative, a sarcastic remark, discouraging word for us to be knocked down. It only takes one word to put a hole in your heart.  For example, Karen Carpenter (from the popular 1970s duo, the Carpenters) died from anorexia at 32.  Her obsession with her weight started after an article called her “Richard’s chubby sister.”  1 word had impacted her life and brought her to an early death.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lot of people don’t realize is that speaking badly to/about someone and gossiping, are sins.  The bible clearly states that one of the steps we must take in order to stay rooted in His word is watching what or how we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 10:19&lt;br /&gt;“Too much talk leads to sin.  Be sensible and keep your mouth shut.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 15:4&lt;br /&gt;“Gentle words are a tree of life; a deceitful tongue crushes the spirit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our mouth is a weapon&lt;/strong&gt; to be used with &lt;em&gt;God’s intention&lt;/em&gt; – to uplift one another!  To speak the Word, give Him praise, and share our testimonies with others.  He did not intend for us to use our words to hurt one another, rather as a sword to cut at the enemy’s attacks.  In this time of battle we must choose our words wisely.  As Christians it is our responsibility to uplift our brothers and sisters, sharing in the joys that our beloved Father has given us.  Rejoice in the Lord!  Speak of His goodness!  Help bring others to Him, leaving all insecurities, negativity, and problems at His feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs: 16:24&lt;br /&gt;"Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please read:&lt;/strong&gt; Psalm 34:13, Psalm 39:1, Proverb 13:3, Proverb 15:4, Proverb17:20, Proverb21:23, 2 Timothy 2:16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-6249505574179499887?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6249505574179499887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=6249505574179499887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/6249505574179499887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/6249505574179499887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/08/insults-rumors-gossip.html' title='Insults, Rumors &amp; Gossip'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SKBiSWY_kuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DI40srlr1TA/s72-c/pic_gossiping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-1685437424781683152</id><published>2008-08-06T11:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:47:59.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Positioning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SJnHm1dPSdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Exx_PS4DT0M/s1600-h/GlobalPositioning.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SJnHm1dPSdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Exx_PS4DT0M/s400/GlobalPositioning.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231431912166214098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-1685437424781683152?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/1685437424781683152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=1685437424781683152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/1685437424781683152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/1685437424781683152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/08/global-positioning.html' title='Global Positioning'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SJnHm1dPSdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Exx_PS4DT0M/s72-c/GlobalPositioning.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-5021800405330108835</id><published>2008-07-22T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:40:05.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signs of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is Our Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Cartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creation'/><title type='text'>Show Me A Sign!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SIYVSYECf4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/TKCze4nDszI/s1600-h/ShowMeGod.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SIYVSYECf4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/TKCze4nDszI/s400/ShowMeGod.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225887823051259778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as God created trees, He created us to be rooted too. Rooted in His word. Rooted in His faith and love. Many are quick to question whether or not He's there for them. Many say, "Well, if God was there then why would he let that happen to me?" Sometimes we have to go through certain struggles in order to continue on the righteous path. Sometimes these struggles are used to humble us or remind us of the walk we should be taking as Christians. In order to truly survive these trials, we must be firm in our walk... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 3:17 &lt;br /&gt;"so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 2:6-7 &lt;br /&gt;"So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... we must be planted on His rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 32:4 &lt;br /&gt;"He is the Rock, his works are perfect, and all his ways are just. A faithful God who does no wrong, upright and just is he." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for a sign to follow Our Heavenly Father? Look around you. See all that our Lord has created for us; all of the beauty and wonderment that surrounds us, from the rising of the sun to the setting of the moon. He is always with us. The Spirit is inside us, placed there by God at the moment of our salvation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 3:16 &lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:9 &lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 2:22 &lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:24 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(prayer) When we look at your world, mighty God, we see how marvelous it has been created. When we look for your kingdom, we find that we have not lived as you and your Son Jesus have taught. Help us to create a kingdom on earth where unconditional love overcomes. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-5021800405330108835?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/5021800405330108835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=5021800405330108835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5021800405330108835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/5021800405330108835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/07/show-me-sign.html' title='Show Me A Sign!'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SIYVSYECf4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/TKCze4nDszI/s72-c/ShowMeGod.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-6541551490373148461</id><published>2008-07-15T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:12:53.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Provides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust God'/><title type='text'>I Am A "Kept" Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SH0OM3IJO0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/538ze8XjfJc/s1600-h/kept.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SH0OM3IJO0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/538ze8XjfJc/s200/kept.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223346756938971970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You see, there were a few times when I thought I would lose my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but GOD &lt;strong&gt;kept&lt;/strong&gt; me sane. (Isa. 26:3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I thought I could go no longer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the LORD &lt;strong&gt;kept&lt;/strong&gt; me moving. (Gen 28:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I've wanted to lash out at those whom I felt had done me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the LORD &lt;strong&gt;kept&lt;/strong&gt; my mouth shut. (Psa. 13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think the money just isn't enough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but GOD has helped me to &lt;strong&gt;keep&lt;/strong&gt; the lights on, the water on, the car paid, the house paid, etc.., (Matt. 6:25 -34)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I would fall, HE &lt;strong&gt;kept&lt;/strong&gt; me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I was weak, HE &lt;strong&gt;kept&lt;/strong&gt; me strong! (I Pet. 5:7, Matt. 11:28-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on, but I'm sure you hear me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed to be "&lt;strong&gt;kept&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you...or do you know a "&lt;strong&gt;kept&lt;/strong&gt;" woman?&lt;br /&gt;If so pass it on to her to remind her she is "&lt;strong&gt;Kept&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-6541551490373148461?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6541551490373148461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=6541551490373148461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/6541551490373148461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/6541551490373148461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-kept-woman.html' title='I Am A &quot;Kept&quot; Woman'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SH0OM3IJO0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/538ze8XjfJc/s72-c/kept.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-2571633264247696134</id><published>2008-07-07T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:12:40.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SHI8sgk0vRI/AAAAAAAAACo/2fF_jpPjJP4/s1600-h/colon-damico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SHI8sgk0vRI/AAAAAAAAACo/2fF_jpPjJP4/s320/colon-damico.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220301653432122642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children are spending half of their summer vacation in Puerto Rico and leave early tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their clothes are washed and packed.  Last minute items will be added to the luggages tonight.  Travel bags (with things to entertain them on the plane) will be packed up tonight and everything will be put in the car before we end our evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last night I will spend with my children until August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No debates in the background as I make dinner.&lt;br /&gt;No complaints about cleaning their rooms.&lt;br /&gt;No "mommy, can I sleep with you?" from my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;No "I love you."  No kisses. No hugs.&lt;br /&gt;No joking around or laughing at our silly ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said I can't wait for the kids' trip to PR... it's time for me to relax, take a break from my mommy duties. But, in reality, it's not the complete picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are my life. I rise with them on my mind and I fall asleep the same way. I'm constantly wondering if they're ok, and if they have everything they need for their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they love visiting our family in Puerto Rico. I remember loving my visits as a child. But I'm going to miss them terribly!! They haven't left yet and I can't wait til they get back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lord, you are in all of your creation. Protect and guide my children as they set out to travel. Make their ways safe and their homecomings joyful. Let them have your wisdom so that they make good and right choices in all the places that they go. Give them safe traveling companions and let them not be lonely. Amen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-2571633264247696134?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/2571633264247696134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=2571633264247696134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/2571633264247696134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/2571633264247696134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/07/travel.html' title='Travel'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SHI8sgk0vRI/AAAAAAAAACo/2fF_jpPjJP4/s72-c/colon-damico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-4976799511493264684</id><published>2008-06-10T10:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:12:26.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>The Company You Keep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It Is Better To Be Alone, Than In The Wrong Company.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who your best friends are, and I will tell you who you are.&lt;br /&gt;If you run with wolves, you will learn how to howl, but if you associate&lt;br /&gt;With eagles, you will learn how to soar to great heights.&lt;br /&gt;A mirror reflects a mans face, but what he is really like is shown by&lt;br /&gt;The kind of friends he chooses. The simple but true fact of life is that&lt;br /&gt;You become like those with whom you closely associate for the good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;The less you associate with some people, the more your life will improve.&lt;br /&gt;Any time you tolerate mediocrity in others, it increases your mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;As you grow, your associates will change.&lt;br /&gt;Some of your friends will not want you to go on.&lt;br /&gt;They will want you to stay where they are.&lt;br /&gt;Friends that don’t help you climb will want you to crawl.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends will stretch your vision or choke your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONSIDER THIS:&lt;br /&gt;Never receive counsel from unproductive people.&lt;br /&gt;Never discuss your problems with someone incapable of contributing to the solution,&lt;br /&gt;Because those who never succeed themselves are always first to tell you how to.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone has a right to speak into your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are certain to get the worst of the bargains when you exchange ideas&lt;br /&gt;With the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t follow anyone who’s not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;With some people you spend an evening: with others you invest it.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful where you stop to inquire for directions along the road of life.&lt;br /&gt;Wise is the person who forfeits his life with the right friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy moments, Praise God&lt;br /&gt;Difficult moments, Seek God&lt;br /&gt;Quiet moments, Worship God&lt;br /&gt;Painful moments, Trust God&lt;br /&gt;Every moment, Thank God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see people without a smile today, give them one of yours.&lt;br /&gt;Choose to rise… Don’t settle… and go for your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, let God lead you in everything you do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-4976799511493264684?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/4976799511493264684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=4976799511493264684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4976799511493264684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/4976799511493264684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/06/company-you-keep.html' title='The Company You Keep'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-569717217276215875.post-6884256207147977069</id><published>2008-06-07T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:12:11.209-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A Prayer For Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teach me to love, Lord, as You love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make it unconditional, honest, and kind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To ask nothing back in return, Lord,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To encompass the whole of mankind.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;May I offer my love without speaking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May it radiate as it shines forth from me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May it be seen in my face and my eyes, Lord,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May it be simple, sincere, and shame free.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Show me how to forgive, Lord, as You do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To not burden another with guilt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To not play the role of the martyr,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be a rock on which trust may be built.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Make my love for others be greater by far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Than any love that is offered to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Led by the Spirit, Inspired of God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As forgiving as Jesus...and free.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Virginia (Ginny) Ellis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/569717217276215875-6884256207147977069?l=imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/feeds/6884256207147977069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=569717217276215875&amp;postID=6884256207147977069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/6884256207147977069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/569717217276215875/posts/default/6884256207147977069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imsavedbyfaith.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayer-for-love.html' title='A Prayer For Love'/><author><name>DeAna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04838691283987722161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AD6FoQS05dw/SMk4x1KK1_I/AAAAAAAAALk/N3uhghiaqPE/S220/deec_FashionWeek.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
