<?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-1583920081069685755</id><updated>2012-01-30T21:20:27.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Life of a Christian</title><subtitle type='html'>Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
Galatians 6:9</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-369756294880036381</id><published>2012-01-30T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T17:06:10.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeover Complete!</title><content type='html'>It's been about a year and a half since we did our own remodel of our home - all except one room.  The master bedroom. And I'm so excited to tell you that our "retreat" room is finally finished!!&lt;br /&gt;Here are some "before" pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvQhuL0bXJw/TycOJpizswI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8ay4ysjthPA/s1600/MBR%2BBefore%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvQhuL0bXJw/TycOJpizswI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8ay4ysjthPA/s320/MBR%2BBefore%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-ROSo6q6vk/TycOUmgDMhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YEZKF3OA6x8/s1600/MBR%2BBefore%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e-ROSo6q6vk/TycOUmgDMhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YEZKF3OA6x8/s320/MBR%2BBefore%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru2YImGEBR0/TycOh6PrMoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_DFrZD_RTz4/s1600/MBR%2BBefore%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru2YImGEBR0/TycOh6PrMoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_DFrZD_RTz4/s320/MBR%2BBefore%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryw-bKKEoeU/TycOultzSBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/RSazBMrc4JU/s1600/MBR%2BBefore%2B4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryw-bKKEoeU/TycOultzSBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/RSazBMrc4JU/s320/MBR%2BBefore%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I show you the "after" pictures, I have to tell you a little about the process.  Katherine, Abigail and I emptied the room.  Katherine scraped the "popcorn" off the ceiling - HATE that stuff!  Then we had the ceiling texturing done professionally.  We also had painters paint the ceiling and walls.  We've done lots of our own painting, but this time it was nice to have the professionals do it!&lt;br /&gt;Then I cleaned, and cleaned, and mopped.  I installed the outlet covers, and reinstalled the Roman shades (after my Jeffy put the brackets back up for me).  &lt;br /&gt;Jeff and I worked together to assemble our new bed - after 20+ years of having to vault into a really high bed, we decided it was time for a new one.  This one is a platform bed with an 11" memory foam mattress.  It's so comfy!&lt;br /&gt;Then Jeff purchased, stained, measured for, cut and installed our baseboards (1x6), while I put together our inexpensive TV stand (it looks nice, but it's not wood...  those are too expensive).  &lt;br /&gt;We chased down a really good deal on a TV/DVD combo at KMart...&lt;br /&gt;And I had already picked out pillows, glass containers, floral, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;And I sewed a new cover for my window seat cushion.  I'm not sure how it turned out so well, except that I prayed for help and received grace in my time of need ;)&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado - here are the "after" pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2odcs0tz5E/TycRDEsjC0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/zrfCE7EbnXE/s1600/MBR%2BAfter%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2odcs0tz5E/TycRDEsjC0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/zrfCE7EbnXE/s320/MBR%2BAfter%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04OkY7p_iQ4/TycRRU6o2uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FUIXPzw6Aok/s1600/MBR%2BAfter%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04OkY7p_iQ4/TycRRU6o2uI/AAAAAAAAAKY/FUIXPzw6Aok/s320/MBR%2BAfter%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I1k3743EGJI/TycR1qEhOlI/AAAAAAAAAK8/k-qwohdVsn8/s320/MBR%2BAfter%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wBSdArN8sY/TycSAA0ji-I/AAAAAAAAALI/vtiFF4QvYKY/s1600/MBR%2BAfter%2B6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wBSdArN8sY/TycSAA0ji-I/AAAAAAAAALI/vtiFF4QvYKY/s320/MBR%2BAfter%2B6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5bHGUT2-m4/TycSKgqqcKI/AAAAAAAAALU/e8gn3vsYeBA/s1600/MBR%2BAfter%2B7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5bHGUT2-m4/TycSKgqqcKI/AAAAAAAAALU/e8gn3vsYeBA/s320/MBR%2BAfter%2B7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk1NbX1UDPM/TycSTksIHWI/AAAAAAAAALg/_FxptumcYqE/s1600/MBR%2BAfter%2B8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tk1NbX1UDPM/TycSTksIHWI/AAAAAAAAALg/_FxptumcYqE/s320/MBR%2BAfter%2B8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLU0V6aSDlY/TycTXSMyEfI/AAAAAAAAALs/C9jcJcdbmkg/s1600/MBR%2BAfter%2B9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLU0V6aSDlY/TycTXSMyEfI/AAAAAAAAALs/C9jcJcdbmkg/s320/MBR%2BAfter%2B9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore the red stool on that last photo - it kind of ruins the "mood" of the room!&lt;br /&gt;The walls are still a little bare, but I have several pieces here at the house that I can use to complete the look, including a landscape done in pastels that my Grandmomma Wheeler did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-369756294880036381?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/369756294880036381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=369756294880036381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/369756294880036381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/369756294880036381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2012/01/makeover-complete.html' title='Makeover Complete!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvQhuL0bXJw/TycOJpizswI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8ay4ysjthPA/s72-c/MBR%2BBefore%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-595867702987418181</id><published>2011-10-30T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T16:39:37.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Day In History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.westsidewrestling.com/history.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" width="480" src="http://www.westsidewrestling.com/history.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1735 : The second president of the United States, John Adams, was born in Braintree, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1945 : Henry "The Fonz" Winkler is born&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-595867702987418181?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/595867702987418181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=595867702987418181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/595867702987418181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/595867702987418181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-day-in-history.html' title='This Day In History'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-8137031651233564456</id><published>2011-10-26T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:47:00.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kiss</title><content type='html'>The thing about pictures is, one can never capture the bold colors, nor can one capture what the imagination has seen.  But here is my attempt.&lt;br /&gt;For the last few days, I've looked out my front window to see a "kiss" in the leaves.  I'm not sure you can tell, but the bright yellows, oranges, and reds form "lips" in the picture below.  &lt;br /&gt;Let's call this one Autumn Lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t98iWSjot0g/TqjUBjv8nsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Rx2JISSCLUY/s1600/2011-10-26%2B17.00.27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t98iWSjot0g/TqjUBjv8nsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Rx2JISSCLUY/s320/2011-10-26%2B17.00.27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-8137031651233564456?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8137031651233564456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=8137031651233564456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8137031651233564456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8137031651233564456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/kiss.html' title='A Kiss'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t98iWSjot0g/TqjUBjv8nsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Rx2JISSCLUY/s72-c/2011-10-26%2B17.00.27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-315243361849255383</id><published>2011-10-20T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T18:07:34.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Citrus</title><content type='html'>An interesting fact I found in the 2012 Farmer's Almanac:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nexternal.com/soe/images/Lemons-limes-sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" width="150" src="http://www.nexternal.com/soe/images/Lemons-limes-sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can banish B.O. by rubbing under one's armpits with a slice of lemon or lime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if any of you tries this...  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-315243361849255383?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/315243361849255383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=315243361849255383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/315243361849255383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/315243361849255383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/sweet-citrus.html' title='Sweet Citrus'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-5551051047824330858</id><published>2011-10-15T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T16:09:17.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Cabinet Knobs at a Steal!</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things to do when shopping is to look through the clearance section.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and I went to Hobby Lobby today (he's sick, but loves getting out anyway, so he agreed to tag along).  I went looking for "ingredients" for a craft project I'll be doing with my friend Anna, but didn't find what I wanted at a price I was willing to pay. Then I got sidetracked looking for the clearance section...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look what I found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GhaFIh-S2Mc/TpnoG8LJqhI/AAAAAAAAAII/Vs5FnvVCECA/s1600/Knobs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GhaFIh-S2Mc/TpnoG8LJqhI/AAAAAAAAAII/Vs5FnvVCECA/s320/Knobs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a close-up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16OzW-0ICo0/TpnlJceA_WI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PWeWZo0xYcM/s1600/knob%2Bclose-up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16OzW-0ICo0/TpnlJceA_WI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PWeWZo0xYcM/s320/knob%2Bclose-up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for and wanting new kitchen cabinet knobs for a long time, ever since we did our own remodel at our house.  But the knobs I wanted were going to be about $300 just for the kitchen.  I just could not pay that.  So I've kept my eye out for that crazy deal, and today I found it!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I paid for these knobs?&lt;br /&gt;$1.02 each! &lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my find today!&lt;br /&gt;And I LOVE them in the kitchen (they're not installed yet, just lying on the cabinet getting used to the new space).  &lt;br /&gt;They have that handmade, arts and crafts style feel that we've redone our house to resemble.  Anything hand-crafted is a large part of why I love the arts and crafts style of decor. &lt;br /&gt;Now to get Jeff to install them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-5551051047824330858?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5551051047824330858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=5551051047824330858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5551051047824330858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5551051047824330858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-cabinet-knobs-at-steal.html' title='New Cabinet Knobs at a Steal!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GhaFIh-S2Mc/TpnoG8LJqhI/AAAAAAAAAII/Vs5FnvVCECA/s72-c/Knobs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-2604780999913846532</id><published>2011-10-12T09:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T09:59:40.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Coming Home!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the Lord blesses us with "extra" children - ones we didn't give birth to, but they are still brought in as part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;The Trentham family has graciously allowed their oldest boy Jonathan to be adopted in as part of the Kear family (and now they are also part of us :)&lt;br /&gt;On October 24th, my husband will be making his first trip to Cambodia with our pastor friend Tim Atchley, and when they return, they will have with them "my boy" who has served there for the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;His room is ready, and we can't wait for a season of having him under our roof again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zZn4H4osTRU/TpWa5sk3OGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hV7mF-Gze9Y/s1600/Waiting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zZn4H4osTRU/TpWa5sk3OGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hV7mF-Gze9Y/s320/Waiting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Waiting at the airport 2 years ago with his little "sisters" Abigail and Katherine (Silly Bean and Roonie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2o0w0e9RbLk/TpWdFhhIukI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fx2c7Zf5Jwc/s1600/Oct%2B11%252C%2B2011%2B12-47-33%2BPM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2o0w0e9RbLk/TpWdFhhIukI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fx2c7Zf5Jwc/s320/Oct%2B11%252C%2B2011%2B12-47-33%2BPM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jonathan 1 day ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-2604780999913846532?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2604780999913846532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=2604780999913846532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2604780999913846532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2604780999913846532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/hes-coming-home.html' title='He&apos;s Coming Home!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zZn4H4osTRU/TpWa5sk3OGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hV7mF-Gze9Y/s72-c/Waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-5032841121868854802</id><published>2011-10-07T13:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:32:19.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Test of a True Believer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/BOOKS/Pix/pictures/2011/3/3/1299153347129/King-James-Bible-007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/BOOKS/Pix/pictures/2011/3/3/1299153347129/King-James-Bible-007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The book of James, chapter 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30267" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;What good is it, dear brothers and sisters, if you say you have faith but don’t show it by your actions? Can that kind of faith save anyone?&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30268" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Suppose you see a brother or sister who has no food or clothing,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30269" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;and you say, “Good-bye and have a good day; stay warm and eat well”—but then you don’t give that person any food or clothing. What good does that do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30270" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;So you see, faith by itself isn’t enough. Unless it produces good deeds, it is dead and useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30271" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now someone may argue, “Some people have faith; others have good deeds.” But I say, “How can you show me your faith if you don’t have good deeds? I will show you my faith by my good deeds.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30272" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;You say you have faith, for you believe that there is one God.&amp;nbsp;Good for you! Even the demons believe this, and they tremble in terror.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30273" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;How foolish! Can’t you see that faith without good deeds is useless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30274" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don’t you remember that our ancestor Abraham was shown to be right with God by his actions when he offered his son Isaac on the altar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30275" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;You see, his faith and his actions worked together. His actions made his faith complete.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30276" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;And so it happened just as the Scriptures say: “Abraham believed God, and God counted him as righteous because of his faith.”&amp;nbsp;He was even called the friend of God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30277" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;So you see, we are shown to be right with God by what we do, not by faith alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30278" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rahab the prostitute is another example. She was shown to be right with God by her actions when she hid those messengers and sent them safely away by a different road.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30279" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just as the body is dead without breath,&amp;nbsp;so also faith is dead without good works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do you ever wonder whether your friends or loved ones are really born again? &amp;nbsp;The above portion of scripture makes it easy to tell "who's who"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-5032841121868854802?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5032841121868854802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=5032841121868854802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5032841121868854802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5032841121868854802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/test-of-true-believer.html' title='The Test of a True Believer'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-1542896308627798206</id><published>2011-10-05T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T11:56:40.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oak Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mendenhallstudio.com/walt/images/OG_med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://www.mendenhallstudio.com/walt/images/OG_med.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my Reader's Digest today and found an interesting paragraph about the oak tree that reminded me of some scriptural truth. &amp;nbsp;First the paragraph:&lt;br /&gt;"In some forests oak trees of compatible species graft their roots together and 'become one flesh'. &amp;nbsp;Through their shared root system, the stronger, dominant trees may provide the weaker trees with nutrients. &amp;nbsp;In this way, even the roots of stumps can continue to live and contribute to the forest."&lt;br /&gt;I immediately thought of two verses. &amp;nbsp;The first...&lt;br /&gt;I Thessalonians 5:14 "And we urge you, brothers, warn those who are idle, encourage the timid, help the weak, be patient with everyone."&lt;br /&gt;The second...&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 61:3 "And provide for those who grieve in Zion -- to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. &amp;nbsp;They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of His splendor."&lt;br /&gt;I notice a few things. &lt;br /&gt;First, I notice that there is a&lt;i&gt; community &lt;/i&gt;taking place among the oak trees. &amp;nbsp;The strong oaks are helping to encourage the weak oaks. &amp;nbsp;We in the church (the community of the redeemed) ought to encourage one another, helping one another when we are weak. &lt;br /&gt;Second, I notice the&lt;i&gt; shared root system&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;We are all on the same "team"! &amp;nbsp;We cannot help but be connected - we just ARE in Jesus Christ. &amp;nbsp;The weak can draw strength just by being part of the community of the Saints of God. &amp;nbsp;Guess where that leads me? &amp;nbsp;Yep! &amp;nbsp;Get into a local church body!&lt;br /&gt;Third, do you see what happens when those who are in mourning and despair decide to plant themselves with the other "oaks"? &amp;nbsp;Yes! &amp;nbsp;They become oaks of righteousness,&lt;i&gt; plantings of the LORD&lt;/i&gt; and they display His splendor. &amp;nbsp;Those that were "unlovely" become the "lovely" when connected to Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful picture, isn't it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-1542896308627798206?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1542896308627798206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=1542896308627798206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/1542896308627798206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/1542896308627798206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/oak-tree.html' title='The Oak Tree'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-7308634512401648989</id><published>2011-09-29T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T18:31:19.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2012 Farmer's Almanac</title><content type='html'>For the first time, I've ordered The Farmer's Almanac, and I'm having such fun with it!&lt;br /&gt;There are the typical - planting times and seasons, weather predictions (for the mid-south, a mild and dry winter and a cooler than normal spring), articles, ads for silly things.&lt;br /&gt;One article in particular was interesting. &amp;nbsp;It's called Ham on the Lam and it's about the epidemic pig population in the US. &amp;nbsp;It appears that wild boar are taking over! &amp;nbsp;That's the serious part. &lt;br /&gt;The part I'm laughing about is the side bar in the article with some funny "pig" sayings.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple:&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what "a pig's whisper" is? &amp;nbsp;It's a short period of time, the length of a pig's grunt.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what "pigs and whistles" is? &amp;nbsp;It's trifles.&lt;br /&gt;What about "to go to pigs and whistles"? &amp;nbsp;To be ruined.&lt;br /&gt;These are humorous, but the last two in the side bar are my &amp;nbsp;favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it means when one says "to drive pigs"? &amp;nbsp;Or what about "to drive your pigs to market"?&lt;br /&gt;This is where I'm cracking up!&lt;br /&gt;Next time your husband (or wife) is snoring, or snoring LOUDLY, poke them and say, "Are you driving pigs??" &amp;nbsp;OR "Are you driving your pigs to market?"&lt;br /&gt;That's what it means - "to drive pigs" is "to snore" and "to drive your pigs to market" is "to snore loudly"!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hudsonisd.org/highschool/clubs/ffa/pigs6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://www.hudsonisd.org/highschool/clubs/ffa/pigs6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;I love this little paperback book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-7308634512401648989?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7308634512401648989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=7308634512401648989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/7308634512401648989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/7308634512401648989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2011/09/2012-farmers-almanac.html' title='The 2012 Farmer&apos;s Almanac'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-2100133550195788749</id><published>2011-09-27T15:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T18:42:56.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recycling</title><content type='html'>Please don't hate me if I'm not all "green earth" to the extreme (though I do think we should care for the resources around us. &amp;nbsp;That's just good stewardship. &amp;nbsp;It's the worship of the environment that gets us in trouble - care for, not worship. &amp;nbsp;Worship is reserved for God alone.)&lt;br /&gt;Y'all probably already know this, but I'm new to the bunny world. &amp;nbsp;I've never had rabbits, but am finding out they can be expensive to keep. &lt;br /&gt;First of all, they grow from the cute little bunnies they were in April to big ol' rabbits, needing a bigger place to live. &amp;nbsp;There's this neat e-mail group called Freecycle that I'm part of. &amp;nbsp;A lady posted a rabbit hutch and we were fortunate enough to catch it before it was snatched up, so our bunnies now have a larger home, just in time for winter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-wdAgA6EcM/ToIeHxiza4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/cAOwwu7dR14/s1600/2011-09-26+13.29.30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-wdAgA6EcM/ToIeHxiza4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/cAOwwu7dR14/s320/2011-09-26+13.29.30.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FfZUVJID7Go/ToIeTnLXF3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/51855HOwrpA/s1600/2011-09-26+13.32.30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FfZUVJID7Go/ToIeTnLXF3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/51855HOwrpA/s320/2011-09-26+13.32.30.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been doing some reading, and there is some debate for and some against heat lamps in the hutch. &amp;nbsp;The "against" crowd says that rabbits like cooler weather, and that if the rabbits have a good burrowing place with lots of bedding, and if their water can be kept from freezing, they'll be quite happy in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this post is the bedding. &amp;nbsp;That stuff is expensive! &amp;nbsp;You mean to tell me I have to buy wood chips or shredded cardboard for them to burrow, poop and pee on?&lt;br /&gt;Uh no...&lt;br /&gt;Enter the relevance for my reference to being "green". &amp;nbsp;I had this brainy thought of shredding our own bedding, as in using those newspapers that were just lying around. &lt;br /&gt;Once I started the shredding, Abigail and Niki thought it looked like fun, so they joined me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snAW1pNI2CU/ToIekGd2giI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2VxA1y-uUAE/s1600/Abigail+shredding+paper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-snAW1pNI2CU/ToIekGd2giI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2VxA1y-uUAE/s320/Abigail+shredding+paper.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, no, that is not one of the rabbits. &amp;nbsp;That is our spoiled rotten "brat" of a dog, Niki ;) &amp;nbsp;(see the shredded paper in the bag?)&lt;br /&gt;Now our bunnies... &amp;nbsp;Alanis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UL5mEnAy1Ts/ToIevneVcxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/x-AZz85vwtw/s1600/2011-09-26+13.30.47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UL5mEnAy1Ts/ToIevneVcxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/x-AZz85vwtw/s320/2011-09-26+13.30.47.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and Marley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5OmvxC2DUYw/ToIe54VPyJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WIzWqlSWD2k/s1600/2011-09-26+13.31.47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5OmvxC2DUYw/ToIe54VPyJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WIzWqlSWD2k/s320/2011-09-26+13.31.47.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(they're wiggly and it's hard to get good pics!)&lt;br /&gt;will be warm in the winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-2100133550195788749?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2100133550195788749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=2100133550195788749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2100133550195788749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2100133550195788749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2011/09/recycling.html' title='Recycling'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-wdAgA6EcM/ToIeHxiza4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/cAOwwu7dR14/s72-c/2011-09-26+13.29.30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-4632890266021690610</id><published>2011-09-14T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T17:28:32.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy-cut Watermelon</title><content type='html'>For years I've cut both watermelon and cantaloupe with some trepidation. &amp;nbsp;Why does it have to be so time-consuming and irritating? &lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I stumbled upon an easier way to get the job done. &amp;nbsp;The pictures are below to show you my process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UyGSf6RZK-I/TnEZ1uF1q7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/SadConx2Ui0/s1600/watermelon+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UyGSf6RZK-I/TnEZ1uF1q7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/SadConx2Ui0/s320/watermelon+8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I started by cutting the watermelon in half. &amp;nbsp;I chose to do so long-ways. &amp;nbsp;Then I make slices across...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2RGATAn2Ygc/TnEac11yMiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VjppthmJbU8/s1600/watermelon+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2RGATAn2Ygc/TnEac11yMiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VjppthmJbU8/s320/watermelon+7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then I cut those slices in half...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiGb7_2AE8Q/TnEaYD3FEhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cjFzlPc0HOQ/s1600/watermelon+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YiGb7_2AE8Q/TnEaYD3FEhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cjFzlPc0HOQ/s320/watermelon+6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now comes the "fun" part - watch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNqwY4oF1is/TnEaTTVlWEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HM811JydZ6Y/s1600/watermelon+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNqwY4oF1is/TnEaTTVlWEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HM811JydZ6Y/s320/watermelon+5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I stand the piece up, and cut across ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bqzkv2lio8/TnEaOnzBgTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/yWRxadPXehk/s1600/watermelon+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bqzkv2lio8/TnEaOnzBgTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/yWRxadPXehk/s320/watermelon+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;then down... &amp;nbsp;done with that piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ABRgnqQTiU/TnEaJlT7wxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xAOE1QlA2Qw/s1600/watermelon+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ABRgnqQTiU/TnEaJlT7wxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xAOE1QlA2Qw/s320/watermelon+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This process is going quickly! &amp;nbsp;But what about those pesky ends? &amp;nbsp;Ah, I have a similar solution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rk9oav4SXk/TnEaE4Rj6sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/e-xQqEHePy0/s1600/watermelon+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rk9oav4SXk/TnEaE4Rj6sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/e-xQqEHePy0/s320/watermelon+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yep, you stand "him" up like that, then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2OXPX6DTrs/TnEZ_TtjoXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oLafojXHyGY/s1600/watermelon+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2OXPX6DTrs/TnEZ_TtjoXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oLafojXHyGY/s320/watermelon+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make just one cut and you're DONE!&lt;br /&gt;This took maybe 15 minutes to do what used to take me at least twice that long.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm happy with myself!&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't discovered a quick, painless way to cut melons, why don't you give my way a try? &lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling you may even improve upon it! &amp;nbsp;And if you do - or if you already have a quicker way, will you let me know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-4632890266021690610?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4632890266021690610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=4632890266021690610' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4632890266021690610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4632890266021690610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2011/09/easy-cut-watermelon.html' title='Easy-cut Watermelon'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UyGSf6RZK-I/TnEZ1uF1q7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/SadConx2Ui0/s72-c/watermelon+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-3324089786930069222</id><published>2011-06-10T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:20:32.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Make Our Joy Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smallbizbee.com/index/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/joy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://smallbizbee.com/index/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/joy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to 1 John 1 again...&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3 - We proclaim to you what we have seen and heard, so that you also may have fellowship with us. &amp;nbsp;And our fellowship is with the Father and with his Son, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Verse 4 - We write this to make our joy complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is making their "joy complete"?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that they know the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Is it that in proclaiming, they will have fellowship with others?&lt;br /&gt;Is it in proclaiming that their fellowship is with the Father and His Son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that they have seen the Word of life, who appeared to them from the Father (this is Jesus Christ), and that in SHARING what they have seen, causing others to hear and believe the truth, their joy is complete.&lt;br /&gt;Our joy is complete when we know the truth and share it with others who believe the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you there is no greater joy than in seeing someone come to faith in Jesus Christ. &amp;nbsp;I am joyful in my relationship with Him, but my joy is "complete" when someone else believes in Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an anniversary approaching. &amp;nbsp;On Sunday, June 12th, it will be one year since my precious daughter Abigail surrendered her life to Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;In that, my joy is complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, my girl. &amp;nbsp;I love you very much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-3324089786930069222?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3324089786930069222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=3324089786930069222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/3324089786930069222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/3324089786930069222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-make-our-joy-complete.html' title='To Make Our Joy Complete'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-6165663352511837879</id><published>2011-06-02T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:09:30.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Solve This Mystery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chrisymacau.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/new_life_in_progress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://chrisymacau.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/new_life_in_progress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked at and our hands have touched - this we proclaim concerning the Word of life.&lt;br /&gt;The life appeared; we have seen it and testify to it, and we proclaim to you the eternal life, which was with the Father and has appeared to us.&lt;br /&gt;We proclaim to you what we have seen and heard, so that you also may have fellowship with us. &amp;nbsp;And our fellowship is with the Father and with his Son, Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;We write this to make our joy complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who or what is the "Word of life"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this "mystery" is simple to solve, it is the most important "mystery" that exists.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the Word of life?&lt;br /&gt;(Verses are from 1 John 1:1-4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-6165663352511837879?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6165663352511837879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=6165663352511837879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6165663352511837879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6165663352511837879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2011/06/solve-this-mystery.html' title='Solve This Mystery...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-6048961318420608795</id><published>2010-08-23T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T09:15:52.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisperings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/THJ0YzjE0DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YF_N3OFCC98/s1600/quiet+stream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/THJ0YzjE0DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YF_N3OFCC98/s320/quiet+stream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Already this morning I'm aware of great movement in the Spirit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The Lord is speaking and I'm hearing.&lt;br /&gt;He's always speaking, but so often we're too busy to hear.&lt;br /&gt;But today, I'm hearing...&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to encouraging those around me.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear God?&lt;br /&gt;Sit and listen.&lt;br /&gt;He is there.&lt;br /&gt;And He is speaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-6048961318420608795?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6048961318420608795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=6048961318420608795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6048961318420608795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6048961318420608795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2010/08/whisperings.html' title='Whisperings'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/THJ0YzjE0DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YF_N3OFCC98/s72-c/quiet+stream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-8186215197430082577</id><published>2010-06-18T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:26:47.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You a Follower of Jesus Christ?</title><content type='html'>As we stand in the middle of a move of the Holy Spirit where people are being pointed to Jesus Christ, and deciding who they will commit their lives to, let us remember this awesome truth - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 6:1-14&lt;br /&gt;What shall we say, then? &lt;br /&gt;Shall we go on sinning so that grace may increase?&lt;br /&gt;By no means!&lt;br /&gt;We died to sin; how can we live in it any longer?&lt;br /&gt;Or don't you know that all of us who were baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death?&lt;br /&gt;We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life.&lt;br /&gt;If we have been united with him like this in his death, we will certainly also be united with him in his resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin - because anyone who has died has been freed from sin. &lt;br /&gt;Now if we died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with him.&lt;br /&gt;For we know that since Christ was raised from the dead, he cannot die again; death no longer has mastery over him.&lt;br /&gt;The death he died, he died to sin once for all; but the life he lives, he lives to God.&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore do not let sin reign in your mortal body so that you obey its evil desires. &lt;br /&gt;Do not offer the parts of your body to sin, as instruments of wickedness, but rather offer yourselves to God, as those who have been brought from death to life; and offer the parts of your body to him as instruments of righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;For sin shall not be your master, because you are not under law, but under grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These verses outline a simple way for us to discern who is living for (and belongs to) Jesus Christ, from those who are living for themselves and our enemy.&lt;br /&gt;The black and white generation... a friend of ours told us about a prophecy 7 or 8 years ago that said this generation would be the "black and white" generation.&lt;br /&gt;We're seeing that. We're seeing some choose life and Jesus Christ, and some choose death and self. There is a great battle for souls. How do we determine who to speak to and encourage in the Lord versus who we speak to about their lack of faith in Jesus Christ? &lt;br /&gt;I sat with a young man two nights ago and shared with him that I didn't want him to consider himself "safe" or saved. I told him that it is only those who do the will of God who belong to Him. Without getting too deep into doctrine - I'm seeing that a person can look like a Christian - a person can even have prayed a prayer of salvation - and not be His. &lt;br /&gt;How can that be? Well, I don't have a clear answer for that question. All I know is my daughter Abigail went from looking like a Christian outwardly (going to church, worshipping, praying, reading her Bible, even telling people about Jesus) to being born again Saturday evening. Something supernatural occurred that did not occur in her heart as a child. Was God drawing her from childhood? Yes. But I believe the "deal" was sealed with her confession of faith and baptism. That's all I know.&lt;br /&gt;I also know that others have openly said that while they know God is real, they are not interested in serving Him. Even the demons know God is real... So I'm asking the Lord for a supernatural transaction for those I love. I'm not going to pretend to fully understand which is which as far as those who belong to Jesus Christ and those who do not. But when I look at these above verses, I'm reminded that if we are true believers in Jesus Christ, we are DEAD to sin and we will CHOOSE to follow the truth.&lt;br /&gt;In a "black and white" sense - those who obey are His - those who do not are not His.&lt;br /&gt;If we are true followers of Jesus Christ, we were baptized into the same death as Jesus Christ - death to sin. &lt;br /&gt;And now we are resurrected to new life in Him - to obedience to His Word.&lt;br /&gt;Our old self was crucified - we are no longer slaves to sin.&lt;br /&gt;If we have truly died (become forgiven followers of Jesus Christ), we are freed from sin!&lt;br /&gt;The death he died, he died to sin (and so did we, if we are His); but the life he lives, he lives to God (and so do we, if we are His)&lt;br /&gt;We are to "count ourselves dead to sin", but "alive to God in Christ Jesus". This is WHO WE ARE in Christ Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;DO NOT LET... this is our part - DO NOT LET SIN reign in your mortal body... we still have a choice, but we will be able to choose to "not let" sin reign when we are His. &lt;br /&gt;DO NOT OFFER... this is also our part - DO NOT OFFER THE PARTS OF YOUR BODY TO SIN.... OFFER yourselves to God. &lt;br /&gt;We are His, yet we must "offer"... &lt;br /&gt;His command - Sin shall not be your master, because you are not under law, but under grace.&lt;br /&gt;Let's be faithful to speak to those around us - encourage those who are His - and speak loving truth to those who are not.&lt;br /&gt;And let everything we do be bathed in prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-8186215197430082577?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8186215197430082577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=8186215197430082577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8186215197430082577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8186215197430082577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2010/06/are-you-follower-of-jesus-christ.html' title='Are You a Follower of Jesus Christ?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-7036256773077985464</id><published>2010-06-13T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:37:12.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Grace - How Sweet the Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/TBVPS9UkhPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uiFjRp5bEos/s1600/Abigail+1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/TBVPS9UkhPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uiFjRp5bEos/s320/Abigail+1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friends, there are only so many truly important events in a person's life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Births of babies are right up there... &lt;br /&gt;Weddings are precious celebrations...&lt;br /&gt;Even deaths - if the deceased is a follower of Jesus Christ - can be considered a "celebration".&lt;br /&gt;But today - yesterday really - one of those rare, precious, eternal moments visited my family.&lt;br /&gt;I cherish the day I married my husband.&lt;br /&gt;I treasure the day each of my children were born.&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, June 12, 2010 is certainly one of the most important days in my life...&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to the "why" in just a moment.&lt;br /&gt;I've often said that my life's great Opus is that of being a mom, and raising my children in the ways of the Lord, &lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I've longed for - only one thing that matters to me - that my children will find themselves in the household of faith.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my youngest daughter, Abigail, was wrestling with faith.&amp;nbsp; We've had a long couple of years with what I knew to be several "spiritual skirmishes".&amp;nbsp; The Lord had warned me that the road ahead for Abigail was one of rebellion and sorrow.&amp;nbsp; I pondered that for a couple of weeks, and finally became so grieved that I decided to approach my Lord in a way similar to&amp;nbsp;that of&amp;nbsp;Abraham when he approached God asking for the souls of the men and women in Sodom and Gomorrah.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Only this request was for my precious Abigail - my "Father's Joy".&amp;nbsp; I decided to take a firm stand in the gap for my daughter, and asked the Lord to show us how to avert the destruction that was ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I know that the Lord is good.&amp;nbsp; I know that the Lord is faithful.&amp;nbsp; And I know that He hears His anointed ones.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So I asked the Lord, in faith, to turn this path around for my precious girl.&lt;br /&gt;As we sat talking to Abigail yesterday, I told her that battle lines were being drawn in the Spirit, and that sides were being chosen.&amp;nbsp; I told her that a decision was being required.&amp;nbsp; Was she going to serve and follow Jesus Christ?&amp;nbsp; Or would she serve herself and follow a path that leads to death?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;At first, the answer was - I don't care if I'm a rebel - the battle was heated...&lt;br /&gt;But finally, Abigail made a declaration from her mouth - I want to serve Jesus.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So we asked how we could help...&lt;br /&gt;You see, we thought Abigail was already saved, or born again.&amp;nbsp; She had prayed the prayer as a young girl and had appeared to follow Jesus...&amp;nbsp; until the last couple of years when things just didn't seem to be "matching up".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We found out last night that Abigail had been leading a double-life.&amp;nbsp; One of outward church going and doing right, but of inward hypocrisy and game-playing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Abigail asked us to pray for her.&amp;nbsp; So we gathered around, her dad, sister, and me.&amp;nbsp; Abigail said - I need to rededicate my life to God.&amp;nbsp; So she began to pray.&amp;nbsp; As she prayed, she began to sob and the words out of her mouth were precious - I give my whole life to you, Jesus.&amp;nbsp; I know the road ahead will be hard, but I have counted the cost and I'm choosing to serve You.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;my daughter looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes, and gorgeous, teary smile and said - I've just been saved!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the Lord Jesus Christ made a spiritual and total covenant with my Abigail last night!&amp;nbsp; She and I both laughed and cried for two hours. &lt;br /&gt;My burden for her soul has been lifted, and the joy of the Father is mine.&amp;nbsp; And hers!&lt;br /&gt;Abigail said she needed to be baptized, so today all of Harvest Church celebrated with us as Jeff baptized his youngest daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank You for Your goodness and Your faithfulness in the life of the Kear family.&lt;br /&gt;We can never thank You enough.&amp;nbsp; So we give You all of our lives...&amp;nbsp; Use them for Your Kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-7036256773077985464?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7036256773077985464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=7036256773077985464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/7036256773077985464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/7036256773077985464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2010/06/amazing-grace-how-sweet-sound.html' title='Amazing Grace - How Sweet the Sound'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/TBVPS9UkhPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uiFjRp5bEos/s72-c/Abigail+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-6760914155774018912</id><published>2010-06-01T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:30:29.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True Beauty - A Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/TAWWEo27-8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/BQcXVoRYaz0/s1600/Katherine+dancing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/TAWWEo27-8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/BQcXVoRYaz0/s320/Katherine+dancing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/TAWWAcqknQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FMHZOE4L99I/s1600/Katherine+covered+in+paint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/TAWWAcqknQI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FMHZOE4L99I/s320/Katherine+covered+in+paint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/TAWV4w7SEVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PhIeLqqqck8/s1600/Katherine+cap+and+gown+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/TAWV4w7SEVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PhIeLqqqck8/s320/Katherine+cap+and+gown+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/TAWWJmVi2II/AAAAAAAAAEw/HDkiJWw_mTM/s1600/Kear+family+Katherine%27s+graduation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/TAWWJmVi2II/AAAAAAAAAEw/HDkiJWw_mTM/s320/Kear+family+Katherine%27s+graduation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My beautiful daughter Katherine graduated from high school this year.&amp;nbsp; We celebrated her graduation Saturday evening, May 29, 2010 at 6:00 pm with Smoky Mountain Home Education Association. &lt;br /&gt;We were so blessed to have many family members and friends come to share our joy at this wonderful achievement in my daughter's life.&lt;br /&gt;I have home schooled her since Kindergarden (as I did her brother, and will continue to do with her younger sister).&amp;nbsp; Katherine does not necessarily "love" school work.&amp;nbsp; She would much rather be dancing, playing in the mud, playing football, or driving a nail with a hammer.&amp;nbsp; But I'm proud to say that she diligently persevered in her school work.&amp;nbsp; She is an intelligent young lady and did quite well in all subjects.&amp;nbsp; She even conquered her worst subject - spelling.&amp;nbsp; Well done!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;When Katherine was younger, we called her a tom-boy, and it fit.&amp;nbsp; She would wrestle any boy brave enough to take her on, and beat many in foot races.&amp;nbsp; She loved being outside, roughing it up, playing with bugs and getting dirty.&lt;br /&gt;I remember a day when I compared the things she loved to do with the name the Lord led us to give her.&lt;br /&gt;Katherine Grace Ann Kear means "pure, and full of grace".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It may have seemed that&amp;nbsp;she was&amp;nbsp;"anti" her name.&amp;nbsp; But I choose to believe that the depths of who she is were (and still are) being explored.&amp;nbsp; I don't think you can neatly fit Katherine into any category.&amp;nbsp; She is so full of "apparent contradictions".&amp;nbsp; But that is what makes her so delightful!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;On the graceful side...&amp;nbsp; Katherine is a beautiful, slender young woman who dances with such grace, conviction, and anointing.&amp;nbsp; You should have seen her trying out hip-hop with her dance company this year.&amp;nbsp; They teased her mercilessly (which didn't bother her AT ALL) about how "graceful" she was, saying she'd never make a good hip-hop dancer.&amp;nbsp; She's fine with that.&amp;nbsp; As a matter of fact, she couldn't care less!&lt;br /&gt;She is one of those rare beauties who is content to be "who she is" without any apologies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;When I think of Katherine, I think about grace personified.&amp;nbsp; I also consider her wild giggle fits that exude such joy.&amp;nbsp; I think about how she, her sister, and two favorite friends recently had a paint war where they painted each other, while running through the yard, and jumping on the trampoline.&amp;nbsp; She had such fun!&lt;br /&gt;And I think about what she tells me about the young man she hopes to marry.&amp;nbsp; At this point she wants a "country boy" who drives a truck, works hard, is not afraid to sweat, and won't mind her trying to whip his butt and throw him in a swimming pool!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;That's my girl...&amp;nbsp; beauty and grace, along with wild giggly rough-housing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;You know, I wouldn't change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Katherine is truly one of my very best friends.&amp;nbsp; She and I talk about everything - leaving no topic untouched.&amp;nbsp; I trust her completely. &lt;br /&gt;Why?&amp;nbsp; She has proven herself to be faithful.&amp;nbsp; A faithful daughter who guards the truth, and a faithful follower of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;As her dad and I release her into this next season in life, I know she will choose to follow God's leading.&amp;nbsp; Where will He lead her?&lt;br /&gt;To work a while?&amp;nbsp; Yes...&lt;br /&gt;To go to a local community college to pursue a degree in photography?&amp;nbsp; Possibly...&lt;br /&gt;To one of a few great missions schools to prepare her for the mission field?&amp;nbsp; Possibly...&amp;nbsp; (she's got a call on her life in missions).&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter&amp;nbsp;to me what she does from here on out.&amp;nbsp; That is between her and Jesus.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I just know that I love her and am SO proud of who she is!&lt;br /&gt;To you, Katherine!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My precious daughter.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have asked for any better.&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-6760914155774018912?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6760914155774018912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=6760914155774018912' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6760914155774018912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6760914155774018912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2010/06/true-beauty-tribute.html' title='True Beauty - A Tribute'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/TAWWEo27-8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/BQcXVoRYaz0/s72-c/Katherine+dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-1518433430573867969</id><published>2010-04-30T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:26:30.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://heavenawaits.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/bride1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://heavenawaits.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/bride1.jpg" tt="true" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A precious sister in Christ asked the question - what is marriage?&amp;nbsp; Here is my response under the Lord's direction.&lt;br /&gt;As God designed it - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a union between a man and a woman which reflects these truths -&lt;br /&gt;As Christ loved the Church and gave His life for her, so husbands are to love their wives (quite sobering). This is done to make her holy, to cleanse her by the washing with water through the Word, and to present Her to Himself as a radiant Church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. &lt;br /&gt;Wives are to submit to their husbands as unto the Lord Himself (also quite sobering), because the husband is the head of the wife just like Jesus Christ is the head of the Church, His body, of which He is the Savior. As the Church submits to Christ, so a wife is to submit to her husband in everything. &lt;br /&gt;Further on in Ephesians 5 - In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. After all no one ever hated his own body, but he feeds and cares for it, just as Christ does the Church - for we are members of His body. For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh. &lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a union that God oversees, establishes, and seals.&lt;br /&gt;From Ephesians again - This is a profound mystery - but I am talking about Christ and the Church. However, each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself and the wife must respect her husband. &lt;br /&gt;He wants our Christian marriages to be an example to the world of the way He loves His Bride, the Church.&lt;br /&gt;While I hear your question, and it is a good one, we tend to answer questions from a human perspective. I believe we can no longer do that. The "truth" of humanism will not stand until the end and will give no testimony of Jesus Christ to the world - that is evidenced by the rampant divorce of marriages, even in the Church! &lt;br /&gt;We must instead preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ THROUGH marriage as one tool and avenue which God has provided us. &lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I submit to you that, marriage is about Jesus Christ and His image in the earth. Marriage is about the foreshadowing of a greater glory yet to come - the glory of Jesus Christ being united with His Bride - the Bride He paid a dear price for. The reason He paid the price? It was not for us... It was SO THAT HE would receive all glory and honor and power and praise for all of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you - Marriage is about bringing God maximum glory. That is the mystery of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we dare not, under the fear of the LORD, enter lightly into marriage. And we dare not continue in our marriages flippantly. We must, in the fear of the LORD, seek to honor our husbands just as we honor Jesus Christ, because in doing so we have the awesome privilege of bringing Glory to God through our marriages! This is both sobering and incredibly exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-1518433430573867969?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1518433430573867969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=1518433430573867969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/1518433430573867969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/1518433430573867969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2010/04/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-8692340188760916627</id><published>2010-04-16T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:32:39.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 126</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.susanbirkeland.com/img/Sheaves_Wheat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.susanbirkeland.com/img/Sheaves_Wheat.jpg" width="238" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the LORD brought back the captives to Zion, we were like men who dreamed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Our mouths were filled with laughter, our tongues with songs of joy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Then it was said among the nations, "The LORD has done great things for them."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The LORD has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Restore our fortunes, O LORD, like streams in the Negev.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;He who goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the testimony of our family in this season.&amp;nbsp; The first line of this chapter in Psalms has been rolling around in my heart all week.&amp;nbsp; I looked up the rest of it today and found a word in season for my family!&amp;nbsp; And I couldn't be happier.&amp;nbsp; The Lord has told our family that this long, difficult season is over.&amp;nbsp; And as is true of so many spiritual things, the spiritual was "true" before the reality showed up in the natural.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Our son has returned home, and not only to our home, but his heart is opening to the Lord again.&amp;nbsp; I know he'll read this, so I hope he won't mind me sharing this.&amp;nbsp; We are REJOICING in the Lord over Matthew's return.&amp;nbsp; That is my main and greatest joy, but there are so many more!&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has delivered my husband from death.&lt;br /&gt;He is intervening in our finances.&lt;br /&gt;He is expanding our hearts toward Him and toward our family (both natural and spiritual - the Lord has given us spiritual children).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We are sensing the Lord telling us to gather everyone near - both natural and spiritual children.&amp;nbsp;So we are doing what we can to do that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I sense a greater blessing coming near.&amp;nbsp; There are some in our extended spiritual family who still need a relationship with Jesus.&amp;nbsp; These are our "sheaves" which we will be carrying in with rejoicing very soon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The Lord has already told me that the work He is doing is both done by and sustained by HIM.&amp;nbsp; HE is going to both save and keep all that concerns my family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We are standing on the very edge of even greater spiritual blessing, and I'm breathless at the anticipation of seeing His Salvation!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I've always prayed that I would do anything to see His Salvation in my family - it is my greatest treasure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-8692340188760916627?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8692340188760916627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=8692340188760916627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8692340188760916627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8692340188760916627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2010/04/psalm-126.html' title='Psalm 126'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-1659720851281905938</id><published>2010-04-13T23:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:36:35.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks be to God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.orchidsandviolets.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/springcrocus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.orchidsandviolets.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/springcrocus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that one &lt;one&gt;begins to be good? Upon what fulcrum rests the knife-edge of change? As indistinguishable is the moment in which the turn takes place, equally perplexing to keenest investigation is the part of the being in which the renovation begins. Who shall analyze repentance? You cannot see it coming! Before you know it, there it is, and the man is no more what he was. His life is all at once upon other lines. The wind has blown! We saw not where it came from or where it went, but the new birth is there. It began in the spiritually infinitesimal, where all beginnings are. Then it grew, till one day the outer shell was cracked. (from The Baron's Apprenticeship by George MacDonald)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has happened in the life of someone I love dearly.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Father, for Your great faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;What You have begun, You will complete!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-1659720851281905938?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1659720851281905938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=1659720851281905938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/1659720851281905938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/1659720851281905938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2010/04/thanks-be-to-god.html' title='Thanks be to God!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-6590644340542524712</id><published>2010-03-30T10:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:46:14.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Righteous Judgment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://eleanor_levine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/ten_commandments_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 410px; height: 302px;" src="http://eleanor_levine.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/ten_commandments_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 2&lt;br /&gt;God’s righteous judgment - &lt;br /&gt;The one who is passing judgment in this chapter is someone who is bound by legalistic law to a certain behavior, who then condemns those who do not follow the same law.  Their motives are impure, their hearts are far from God (as spelled out in Chapter 1), yet they set themselves up as a righteous judge of their neighbors.  But God’s judgment is righteous – right according to God’s standards.  God’s judgment looks at a man either through the person of Jesus Christ (which deflects the judgment of God from that person), or at the man alone.  The man alone is subject to God’s wrath and true judgment.  May no man be found to be “unclothed” by Jesus Christ when God comes to judge all men!&lt;br /&gt;They show contempt for God’s riches, kindness, tolerance and patience in that they reject the work of Grace in their lives and try to live righteous before God on their own merit, which is no merit at all!  &lt;br /&gt;If they only understood that it is the kindness of God that attempts to lead them toward true repentance, which is seen by faith in Jesus Christ alone, and that their attempts lead them nowhere except into death.  &lt;br /&gt;Alas, these stubborn-hearted and unrepentant persons are actually storing up God’s wrath toward themselves.  And that wrath will be poured out upon them on the day of God’s wrath.  On that day, God will reward each person according to what he has done.  The basis of this reward will be on whether or not each person has accepted Jesus Christ, leading to life, or rejected the sacrifice of the Son of God, which will certainly lead them to permanent death and separation from God.  &lt;br /&gt;If we are doing good, seeking glory, honor and immortality, we will have eternal life.  However, for those who are self-seeking and who reject the truth and follow evil, their “reward” will be God’s wrath and anger.  God promises that there will be trouble for every human being who does evil.  Yet there will be glory, honor and peace for anyone who does good.  &lt;br /&gt;All who sin apart from the law will perish apart from the law.  The law is meant to convict of sin.  Those who try to keep the law as a means of righteousness, without allowing the law to do its task of convicting of sin, will be condemned to perish.  It is those who obey the law who will be declared righteous.  To obey the law is to use the law “lawfully”; as a conviction of sin which points to a need for repentance and faith in Jesus Christ.  &lt;br /&gt;God will judge our secrets through Jesus Christ.  If we are seen through Jesus Christ, we will be judged righteous: if we are seen standing alone, we will be condemned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-6590644340542524712?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6590644340542524712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=6590644340542524712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6590644340542524712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6590644340542524712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2010/03/gods-righteous-judgment.html' title='God&apos;s Righteous Judgment'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-2537393820764430577</id><published>2010-02-24T14:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:45:16.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Great God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.impactlab.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/lightning567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 504px; height: 396px;" src="http://www.impactlab.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/lightning567.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternal God, unchanging&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious and unknown&lt;br /&gt;Your boundless love, unfailing&lt;br /&gt;In grace and mercy shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright seraphim in ceaseless flight around Your glorious throne&lt;br /&gt;They raise their voices day and night in praise to You alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Glory be to our great God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we are weak and frail&lt;br /&gt;Helpless in the storm&lt;br /&gt;Surround us with Your angels&lt;br /&gt;Hold us in Your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cold and ruthless enemy, his pleasure is our harm&lt;br /&gt;Rise up, O Lord, and he will flee before our sovereign God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Glory be to our great God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let every creature in the sea and every flying bird&lt;br /&gt;Let every mountain, every field and valley of the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let all the moons and all the stars in all the universe&lt;br /&gt;Sing praises to the living God who rules them by His word&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-2537393820764430577?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2537393820764430577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=2537393820764430577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2537393820764430577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2537393820764430577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-great-god.html' title='Our Great God!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-4996774271335504441</id><published>2009-11-25T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:23:31.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of Matthew's Birthday - this is for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/Sw1L2VM78II/AAAAAAAAADo/vkGBGiPMtqA/s1600/Matthew+in+Mountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/Sw1L2VM78II/AAAAAAAAADo/vkGBGiPMtqA/s320/Matthew+in+Mountains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408062124318257282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three in the morning, and I’m still awake&lt;br /&gt;So I picked up a pen and a page&lt;br /&gt;And I started writing just what I’d say&lt;br /&gt;If we were face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d tell you just what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell you these simple truths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Be strong in the Lord&lt;br /&gt;And never give up hope&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna do great things&lt;br /&gt;I already know&lt;br /&gt;God’s got His hand on You&lt;br /&gt;So don’t live life in fear&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;But don’t forget why you’re here&lt;br /&gt;Take your time and pray&lt;br /&gt;These are the words I would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we spoke you said you were hurting&lt;br /&gt;And I felt your pain in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you that I keep on praying&lt;br /&gt;That love will find you where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know cause I’ve already been there&lt;br /&gt;So please hear these simple truths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say… from one simple life to another&lt;br /&gt;I will say… come find peace in the Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong in the Lord&lt;br /&gt;And never give up hope&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna do great things&lt;br /&gt;I already know&lt;br /&gt;God’s got His hand on You&lt;br /&gt;So don’t live life in fear&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;But don’t forget why you’re here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time and pray&lt;br /&gt;And thank God for each day&lt;br /&gt;His love will find a way&lt;br /&gt;These are the words I would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Words I Would Say by Sidewalk Prophets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-4996774271335504441?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4996774271335504441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=4996774271335504441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4996774271335504441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4996774271335504441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-honor-of-matthews-birthday-this-is.html' title='In Honor of Matthew&apos;s Birthday - this is for you!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/Sw1L2VM78II/AAAAAAAAADo/vkGBGiPMtqA/s72-c/Matthew+in+Mountains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-3160470791244047637</id><published>2009-11-22T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:47:57.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great is Your Faithfulness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.insidesocal.com/friendlyfire/rainbow-too.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.insidesocal.com/friendlyfire/rainbow-too.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him." the LORD is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is good for a man to bear the yoke while he is young. Let him sit alone in silence, for the LORD has laid it on him. Let him bury his face in the dust - there may yet be hope. Let him offer his cheek to one who would strike him, and let him be filled with disgrace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For men are not cast off by the Lord forever. Though he brings grief, he will show compassion, so great is his unfailing love. For he does not willingly bring affliction or grief to the children of men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-3160470791244047637?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3160470791244047637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=3160470791244047637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/3160470791244047637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/3160470791244047637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/11/great-is-your-faithfulness.html' title='Great is Your Faithfulness!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-5786876776716651743</id><published>2009-11-09T11:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:09:25.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law is Fulfilled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/34/95230597_9979868724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/34/95230597_9979868724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jesus suffered, died, then rose again, He fulfilled every letter of the law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What that means for us is that we no longer have to try to keep the law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus "kept" it for us and now He lives in us. Therefore, we have "kept" the law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the Old Testament, God was forever telling the Israelites that if they would keep His law,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this and that blessing would be theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following my logic yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! We have ALL the blessings promised, because Jesus fulfilled the law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We already posses the "land" through Jesus Christ's fulfillment of the law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We already walk in every blessing promised to the Israelites through Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we discussed at our home group Friday night, we are not antinomian (anti-law).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the contrary, the law has been fulfilled. The law of the Lord is perfect; it converts the soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what we must remember in the New Covenant is that we are no longer bound to follow the laws, traditions, feasts, etc. of the Old Testament, because for us Jesus Christ IS all those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus Christ is our "law"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus Christ is our "tradition"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus Christ is our "feast"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need no longer celebrate exactly as the Hebrews were commanded to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We now celebrate the New Covenant that was made alive through Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We now celebrate Jesus Christ Himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not boast of anything I have done, but I will boast in the finished work of the cross of Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the Old Covenant, the Israelites had certain things they had to do to maintain righteousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jesus said, "It is finished," He not only meant that His work was finished, but I believe He was also declaring, "You must live no longer under the law I handed down through Moses. That law is finished. I have provided for you a new "law"."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new law is the law of love through Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our new commandment is this - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love your neighbor as yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our new "law"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love one another as I have loved you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are free to do this, because we are now totally free from sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus Christ was our final sin-sacrifice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are no longer slaves to sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus Christ conquered death, hell, and the grave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now slaves to righteousness - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beautiful righteousness that was bought with His precious blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-5786876776716651743?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5786876776716651743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=5786876776716651743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5786876776716651743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5786876776716651743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/11/law-is-fulfilled.html' title='The Law is Fulfilled'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/34/95230597_9979868724_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-8264282500320359871</id><published>2009-10-12T11:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:53:33.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2expertsdesign.com/images/pictures-photos/30-Dead-Tree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 353px;" src="http://2expertsdesign.com/images/pictures-photos/30-Dead-Tree2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;James 2:17-26&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Verse 17: &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Verse 20:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is evidence to prove that faith without deeds is useless.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Verse 21:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abraham was considered righteous for what he did when he offered his son Isaac on the altar.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Verse 22:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Abraham’s faith and his actions were working together, and his faith was made complete by what he did.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Verse 24:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A person is justified by what he does and not by faith alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Verse 25:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Rahab was considered righteous for what she did when she gave lodging to the spies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Verse 26:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without deeds is dead (without force or power, without life, &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;destitute of a life that recognizes and is devoted to God, because given up to trespasses and sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; inactive as respects doing right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-8264282500320359871?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8264282500320359871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=8264282500320359871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8264282500320359871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8264282500320359871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/10/james-217-26-verse-17-faith-by-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-4522556719419819822</id><published>2009-10-07T08:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:07:13.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Faith!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gas2.org/files/2008/02/mustardseed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://gas2.org/files/2008/02/mustardseed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finding Acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, those are mustard seeds; a representation from scripture of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Justification – all of us were (and are) on an equal standing with God before He rescued us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I remember how we were imprisoned by sin SO THAT he could show His great mercy to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our justification is a gift to us from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once again, the “universe” is equalized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are once again on an equal playing field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Only now this equal field has nothing whatsoever to do with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is only because of Jesus Christ and His sacrifice that we are justified before God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are justified as a gift by His grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-add-space:auto;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As a gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-add-space:auto;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;By His grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;See?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nothing to do with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He is the justifier of the one who has faith in Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So what is our part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have faith! (Rom 3:26)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We cannot justify ourselves, so we are wasting our energies to try to perform properly to gain anything from Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Either we accept His justification or we are NOT justified (made right with God).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When we try to justify ourselves, we lose our “rest” in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are spinning our wheels with NO result – to no purpose – to no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’d rather rest in His justification just as I have trusted in His grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And this is done through faith alone, in Christ alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sanctification – we are set apart, set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We belong to God as His people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;God is looking for “a people” to call His own – a precious possession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are His by His doing, not our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just as we cannot justify ourselves, neither can we set ourselves apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We would once again be striving and performing if we tried to sanctify ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We must allow ourselves to be sanctified through faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grace through faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Justification through faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sanctification through faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Notice a theme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We must have faith!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where do we get faith?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That is also given to us by our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have nothing that we have not been given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He gave us a measure of faith with salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We acquire more faith by hearing His Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our part is in the hearing of the Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We must read, and hear His Words to gain a greater measure of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-4522556719419819822?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4522556719419819822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=4522556719419819822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4522556719419819822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4522556719419819822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/10/choose-faith.html' title='Choose Faith!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-3894978539719466697</id><published>2009-10-05T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:24:09.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.phototravels.net/england/N0022/yorkshire-landscape-11.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 406px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.phototravels.net/england/N0022/yorkshire-landscape-11.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Deuteronomy 1:21  See the LORD your God has given you the land.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go up and take possession of it as the LORD, the God of your fathers, told you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;The Lord has given us everything that pertains to life and godliness through Jesus Christ.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now we must take possession of it through faith.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are not to be afraid or fearful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;What has He given you (or not given you)?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Name it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then possess it by faith!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-3894978539719466697?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3894978539719466697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=3894978539719466697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/3894978539719466697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/3894978539719466697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/10/deuteronomy-121-see-lord-your-god-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-6465271526554401840</id><published>2009-09-30T09:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:40:05.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oldmalthouse.co.uk/white-lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.oldmalthouse.co.uk/white-lily.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:Arial, Geneva, Helvetica;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 Corinthians 5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; For 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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Now 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;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Therefore we are always confident and know that as long as we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; We live by faith, not by sight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; So we make it our goal to please him, whether we are at home in the body or away from it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; For 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;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Since, then, we know what it is to fear the Lord, we try to persuade men. What we are is plain to God, and I hope it is also plain to your conscience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; We are not trying to commend ourselves to you again, but are giving you an opportunity to take pride in us, so that you can answer those who take pride in what is seen rather than in what is in the heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;13&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; If we are out of our mind, it is for the sake of God; if we are in our right mind, it is for you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; For Christ's love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;15&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; So from now on we regard no one from a worldly point of view. Though we once regarded Christ in this way, we do so no longer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;17&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;18&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;19&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting men's sins against them. And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;20&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; We are therefore Christ's ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ's behalf: Be reconciled to God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;21&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-6465271526554401840?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6465271526554401840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=6465271526554401840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6465271526554401840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6465271526554401840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-corinthians-5-1-now-we-know-that-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-5109624844409494767</id><published>2009-09-14T10:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:37:00.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/Sq5U2nAlI3I/AAAAAAAAADg/VYPmc4LgQOg/s1600-h/142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/Sq5U2nAlI3I/AAAAAAAAADg/VYPmc4LgQOg/s320/142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381331901915407218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;In regard to rest, Winston Churchill has some wisdom that we can apply to our own lives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;In our entertainment-filled world our minds are always engaged in some activity or thought.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of us view entertainment as a means toward rest.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Entertainment, or amusement (without thinking), seems to be a valid way to rest our minds.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or is it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Others believe that if one could simply sit still for a while, determined to think upon nothing, they could access rest.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, if one has been worried with something, the moment that one tries to forget the worry, it comes crowding back in if her only diversion is to “think of nothing” – clear the mind.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If our minds have been calculating or planning, once we determine to “rest”, we find ourselves again calculating or planning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Mr. Churchill had a different view of what would constitute rest for both the mind and the body.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He believed that we must find a hobby that will engage both our minds and our bodies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said that we must choose an activity that we enjoy that will take our thoughts away from life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think the reason he believed that our hands must be included was that then the thought could not be mindless.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The thought would have action to keep it on track.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Recently I’ve taken up painting – gouache painting to be more precise.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the exciting thing is that I’ve experienced the type of rest Mr. Churchill is referring to in my pursuit of painting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both my mind and my hands are made busy with my new endeavor.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My creativity is being awakened – joy is deep-settled in my soul – there is an inner peace that comes from that place of creative rest.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;I know the Lord led me to begin this “diversion” in this season of my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had planned to wait until my children were out of school to paint, but the Lord was specific – “Start now!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I’m so glad I have.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a season of my life when nothing around me is in my control, I have found a place of quiet rest in painting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m grateful to my friend Janice for her time in teaching myself and a few other friends to paint.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has no idea what a ministry she is providing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;I’ll leave you with a quote from Mr. Churchill in regard to having a hobby – “Choose well, choose wisely, choose one.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-5109624844409494767?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5109624844409494767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=5109624844409494767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5109624844409494767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5109624844409494767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-regard-to-rest-winston-churchill-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/Sq5U2nAlI3I/AAAAAAAAADg/VYPmc4LgQOg/s72-c/142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-299331930114313204</id><published>2009-09-10T13:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:39:40.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Possible That Jesus is Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artquotes.net/artists/lebon/tree-in-winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 437px;" src="http://www.artquotes.net/artists/lebon/tree-in-winter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Chapter 4 – How I Lost My Devotional Life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Relationship to God has the freedom to be based on a response to Grace.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Notice I didn’t say it “must be based”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;We do not have to see our devotional life as a set of “must do’s”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The joy will be robbed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Our relationship with God is a gift, as are his blessing and direction.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We need do nothing to earn what we already HAVE!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Legalism = death.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Death to those who propagate legalism, and death to those who are propagated against.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are ministering death to those we love when we try to force them to live by rules and regulations.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;The law kills, but the Spirit gives life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;2 Cor. 3:6&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;We cannot attain life through death – attain grace through legalism.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Yes, we need disciplines such as faithfulness and self-control.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But these qualities are born out of our receipt of grace from the Lord.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we live legalistic lives, we are only self-righteous and are not able to walk in the free gifts that God has given.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Our obedience is a response to the gift of His righteousness to us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;He works – we RESPOND.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;He does – we RESPOND.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;We still have an action to perform – work to do – but that work earns us nothing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We work out of a response of love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;RESPOND to Him and enjoy life!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Chapter 5 – Legalism Arouses Sinful Passions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Is the law only good for one thing?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is the law only useful to point to sin in our lives?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;To show us that we are imprisoned by sin so we’ll have a desire for freedom through grace?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;There is another use for the law - the law militates (has force or influence, brings about a change) against legalism because it constantly reveals our sin &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;and our need for grace&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;There – we NEED the law, but not only for the reason we normally think we do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The law is not meant to condemn alone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The law is meant to point to grace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;We must not stop at conviction of sin – that is an attitude of defeat and death – a hopeless finality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;We must continue from the law to grace – an attitude of victory and life – a hope-filled grace-filled living!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Chapter 6 – Satisfied With Jesus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;If God the Father is satisfied with Jesus’ finished work on the cross, shouldn’t I also be satisfied?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Would I dare put myself above the Father in my knowledge of a situation?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;None of us would knowingly do that – put ourselves above the wisdom of the Father.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;But we do so unknowingly by thinking there is more to be done beyond the grace God has ALREADY given us through His Son.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Why do we do that?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it because we are not used to things being simple?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it because we as Worldlians (my own made-up word for those of us who live in the world) are used to the hurry-scurry lives we live?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are accustomed to much work; much activity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Activity and work = productivity.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Perhaps that is true according to the standards of this world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But remember that this world is not our home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our home has a different set of standards.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those standards are mostly in direct opposition to the ones we are ruled by here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;If you want to live – you must die.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;If you want to “get ahead” – you must put yourself last and serve others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;So does it make sense that if we want to succeed (there’s that word again!), we must simply accept a gift and not concern ourselves with having to accomplish that which has already been accomplished?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;If Jesus did His work (walked willingly to the cross and defeated death, hell and the grave) and then SAT DOWN.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why are we standing up???&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;It’s kind of funny in a way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus is not worried about something being undone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why are we?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;I hear you – you want this message to be balanced out with our responsibility to do good works.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We already talked about that in chapter 4.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;We will still do works.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the BASIS for those works will be what it ought to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Our basis will no longer be in an attempt to earn something from God. Our basis for good works will be love of our Savior.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s all.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will still lead disciplined, faithful lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that discipline and faithfulness will gain us NOTHING (we already have it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-hansi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are simply RESPONDING in love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are hugging the Father and telling Him “thank you” for what You have done – for what You have given.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is enough for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I want to show you that it is enough by my actions and my life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Same things accomplished – same success – but HE gets the glory instead of ME.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Oh, I feel I’m not explaining this clearly enough.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But my lack will have to be made up by revelation from the Holy Spirit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;In that light, I stop here…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-299331930114313204?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/299331930114313204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=299331930114313204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/299331930114313204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/299331930114313204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-possible-that-jesus-is-enough.html' title='Is It Possible That Jesus is Enough?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-4922322981225046897</id><published>2009-09-03T11:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:42:39.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Plus Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nfal.org/EmptyCross_webready_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 458px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.nfal.org/EmptyCross_webready_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Chapter 1 – Our Righteousness Can’t Do It&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;How do I move this from my mouth and head to my heart?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;This statement says it all – anything other than Jesus’ righteousness is “less”, making it ineffective.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am making no progress if I try to do things in my own righteousness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;All of us are motivated by what we see as success.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;In Christianity success is completely opposite of what it is in the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the world, success comes from our own accomplishments.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All the praise belongs to and goes to us. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps that’s why we love our own successes so much…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;But in Jesus Christ our failure means our true success – eternal success.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I go back to my post on Why We Fail.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We want to know that our lives count – that what we do in life matters to someone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Without everything being filtered through the sacrifice of Jesus Christ – through His righteousness lived through us – we will have NO SUCCESS.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Our lives only matter to the degree we hide ourselves in Him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;We hide – He shines.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;We are unknown – He is known.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;We are less – He is more.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Romans 3:21-24&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apart from the law…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;our righteousness comes by our faith in Jesus Christ…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;our faith in Jesus Christ is a gift to us from Him…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Romans 5:1&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We only have peace with God when we accept His gift of righteousness through Jesus Christ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Do you lack peace?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Chapter 2 – Imprisoned For Mercy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Our Savior didn’t create this prison of sin out of spite.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He created the sin prison so that He could show us mercy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He WANTS to show us mercy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;We are trapped by sin and death, and our only “door” out is to accept the gift of the righteousness of Jesus Christ.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That gift is accepted by a faith that He gives us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;We are being hemmed in, boxed in, unable to escape sin and death.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our only “escape” is Jesus Christ.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no other way to get out of this feeling on guilt and condemnation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we want freedom of heart and mind, we must allow Jesus Christ ALL credit for what is done in our lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WE HAVE DONE NOTHING.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can do nothing – EVER!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing that we try will ever, ever, ever “work” to free us from this guilty feeling.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;If works righteousness is dead, DEAD…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;we are wasting our time trying to be righteous.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are getting NOWHERE.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are chasing a path that will not matter – a life that will not matter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, do you want your life to matter?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then EVERYTHING must come through Jesus Christ.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing that I’ve done will remain – only what I do in Him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The things I do are wood, hay, and stubble and will be burned in the end.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The things HE does through me are gold and precious metals.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those are the things that will be reward to me – the things HE has done through me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;How can sin still have power over me if Jesus has defeated sin and death?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sin will only have power over me as I try to live in my own righteousness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Righteousness by works cannot eliminate sin, because it is human based.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sin is eliminated only through Jesus Christ and His work on the cross.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I want to walk free from sin, I must walk in His righteousness and not my own.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This “works” because He was without sin – sin does not affect Him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Only when I am hidden in Him will I be “unaffected” by sin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Chapter 3 – Imputed Righteousness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Romans 4:1-5 We do not work to gain righteousness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We must believe in Him to gain righteousness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;This takes all the pressure off us to perform.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, all we have to do is hide ourselves in Him – hide our lives in Him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s it!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How hard can that be – to hide under the shadow of the Almighty One!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I will but hide myself in Him, I will have what I need – peace, faith, righteousness – everything.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;God made a promise to Abraham, and all Abraham had to “do” was believe.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s it – just believe.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;This must be why doubt and unbelief are so crippling in a believer’s life!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Faith is the foundational element to “success” in our lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That must be why the devil tries so hard to get us to doubt God – to doubt His word – to doubt His finished word – to try to do things on our own.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If we doubt and do things on our own – our lives do not matter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are failing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And we do not want to fail!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;“The Lord has promised right standing (righteousness) before him to anyone who will &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;put his faith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in the finished work of Christ for forgiveness of sins and eternal life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore, like Abraham, when we &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;simply believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; this promise of God, the Lord reckons righteousness to us.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Faith is key!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Belief is key!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Romans 5:17 Much more those who receive the abundance of grace and of the gift of righteousness will reign in life through the One, Jesus Christ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;SUCCESS!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the path to my life making a difference.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The path is THROUGH Jesus Christ!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-4922322981225046897?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4922322981225046897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=4922322981225046897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4922322981225046897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4922322981225046897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/09/grace-plus-nothing.html' title='Grace Plus Nothing'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-1234690336547917830</id><published>2009-08-31T12:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:40:41.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.images.com/huge.75.378651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 450px;" src="http://s3.images.com/huge.75.378651.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Everyone is afraid of failure.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean really afraid.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s probably one of our biggest fears (along with the fear of being rejected).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;I mean, think about it, we live our everyday lives wanting to make a difference.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one wants to walk through life just marking time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even the lost man wants to know that his life has mattered.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We want to be remembered for the things we did to impact society. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;But what types of things matter?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What types of deeds and actions will make that longed for impact?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;From a Christian perspective, only things that are eternal really matter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And what things are those?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those are the “things” that Jesus died for.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Jesus’ life mattered.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew His call.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew His mission. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He knew that He was called to die so that we in generations following would be able to live; to truly LIVE.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Temporary life?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;No, eternal life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Life here on earth?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;No, life with Jesus Christ; both here and after our earthly death.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Jesus’ life mattered.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;How can we make our lives matter when comparing them to the life of Jesus?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;There is really only one way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;We must, MUST, impact the lives of those around us for the Kingdom of God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;WE MUST.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;But we within ourselves can impact no one.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Without the life of Jesus Christ being lived in and through us, our lives will not “matter”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What we do will not “remain”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" style="width:100.0%;mso-cellspacing:0in;mso-yfti-tbllook:1184;mso-padding-alt:  0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow:0;mso-yfti-firstrow:yes;mso-yfti-lastrow:yes"&gt;&lt;td style="padding:0in 0in 0in 0in"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;   line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;   mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;My son, My son, why are you   striving&lt;br /&gt; You can't add one thing to what's been done for you&lt;br /&gt; I did it all while I was dying&lt;br /&gt; Rest in your faith, my peace will come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;   line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;   mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;   For when I hear the praises start&lt;br /&gt; I want to rain upon you&lt;br /&gt; Blessings that will fill your heart&lt;br /&gt; I see no stain upon you&lt;br /&gt; Because you are my child and you know me&lt;br /&gt; To Me you're only holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nothing that you've done remains&lt;br /&gt; Only what you do for Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;   line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;   mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;   My child, My child, why are you weeping&lt;br /&gt; You will not have to wait forever&lt;br /&gt; That day and that hour is in My keeping&lt;br /&gt; The day I'll bring you into Heaven&lt;br /&gt; For when I hear the praises start&lt;br /&gt; My child, I want to rain upon you&lt;br /&gt; Blessing that will fill your heart&lt;br /&gt; I see no stain upon you&lt;br /&gt; Because you are My child and you know me&lt;br /&gt; To me you're only holy&lt;br /&gt; Nothing that you've done remains&lt;br /&gt; Only what you do in Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;   line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;   mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;   My precious bride, the day is nearing&lt;br /&gt; When I'll take you in My arms and hold you&lt;br /&gt; I know there are so many things that you've been hearing&lt;br /&gt; But you just hold on to what I have told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;   line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;   mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;   For when I hear the praises start&lt;br /&gt; My bride, I want to rain upon you&lt;br /&gt; Blessings that will fill your heart&lt;br /&gt; I see no stain upon you&lt;br /&gt; Because you are My child, and you know Me&lt;br /&gt; To me you're only holy&lt;br /&gt; Nothing that you've done will remain&lt;br /&gt; Only what you do for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;   line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;   mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Keith Green, “When I Hear The   Praises Start”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;   mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-1234690336547917830?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1234690336547917830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=1234690336547917830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/1234690336547917830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/1234690336547917830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-we-fail.html' title='Why We Fail'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-5949707112678245624</id><published>2009-08-27T09:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:05:43.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Hear the Sound?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1.trekearth.com/photos/3037/aovento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 628px;" src="http://i1.trekearth.com/photos/3037/aovento.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am hearing a sound in the Spirit&lt;div&gt;The sound is the sound of faith rising up among the believers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the sound of those who know that Jesus Christ is Lord of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a hopeful sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a sound that says a time of great miracles and harvest is coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are souls waiting to be born again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that term - born again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a term that I don't hear as often as I once did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that is what we hope for in those we love - new birth in Jesus Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been re-reading a book - No Compromise by Melody Green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the life story of her late husband, Keith Green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have cried, I have longed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cry of my heart has been awakened once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SALVATION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus answered, "I tell you the truth, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the Spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should not be surprised at my saying, 'You must be born again.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind blows wherever it pleases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You here its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is with everyone born of the Spirit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, I long to see salvation in this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring life to those who are in darkness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-5949707112678245624?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5949707112678245624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=5949707112678245624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5949707112678245624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5949707112678245624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-hear-sound.html' title='Do You Hear the Sound?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-34119277665463163</id><published>2009-07-20T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:20:06.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seasons of Our Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sfbayimages.com/new_images/400_gra061sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.sfbayimages.com/new_images/400_gra061sc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;Recently, a friend asked me a question.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was wondering why she felt like she was not bearing any fruit in this season of her life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wants to bear fruit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She longs to bear fruit – the mark of a passionate Christian.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;As I asked the Lord what to tell her, I was reminded of the 4 seasons that God ordained to order our years.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And in the four seasons, I saw a picture of our lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Just like real fruit trees, there is not always fruit on the tree.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;In autumn, the old, over-ripe fruit has dropped off, and most gardeners know to prune the tree in preparation for more fruit in the coming harvest.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is winter, when the life inside is there, but dormant and quiet -&lt;br /&gt;in preparation for the fruit that is coming again next summer.&lt;br /&gt;In the spring, flowers bud in preparation for the fruit to come.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's summer again - and if the tree has been properly pruned in autumn and cared&lt;br /&gt;for in winter, it produces even more fruit than it did the previous season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is not that one is slacking or unproductive, it is that there is a&lt;br /&gt;process that our lives go through.  Each season is important.&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is like a season of repentance when the old is removed so that the&lt;br /&gt;new can come.&lt;br /&gt;Winter is like a season of renewal in the Word where we are quietly and&lt;br /&gt;faithfully preparing our hearts and rebuilding the things that God had to&lt;br /&gt;remove - rebuilding them according to His Kingdom and not our own flesh.&lt;br /&gt;Spring is like a season of hope of the new fruit to come - of joy, knowing&lt;br /&gt;that the Lord has done a work and is preparing to produce fruit through us.&lt;br /&gt;Summer is our season of fruit-bearing and harvest.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;John 15 says it well… Every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.  If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-34119277665463163?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/34119277665463163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=34119277665463163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/34119277665463163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/34119277665463163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/07/seasons-of-our-lives.html' title='The Seasons of Our Lives'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-2204883926191601190</id><published>2009-06-15T22:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:12:42.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daredevils</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SjcNE_MPjCI/AAAAAAAAADY/50rjQFKMVSU/s1600-h/sparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347757461859175458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SjcNE_MPjCI/AAAAAAAAADY/50rjQFKMVSU/s320/sparrow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been noticing something lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I've noticed it before, but lately it has fascinated me more than usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll call them daredevil birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've seen them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They come swooping dangerously into your path as you're driving along, only to suddenly change direction and swoop the other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when there are two birds - one makes it across and the other does the sudden switch-back - I've wondered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did they plan that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did bird one say to bird two, "Hey! Betcha can't make it across the road without getting hit!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bird two says, "Let's find out!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And off they go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In truth, birds cannot reason. God created only man with reasoning capabilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do have to wonder what it is within those birds that causes them to want to "play".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's true that all of creation worships the King - are they worshiping with their play?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I'll never know exactly what the birds are "thinking" as they dart dangerously in front of my car.  But I plan to continue to enjoy their "game".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-2204883926191601190?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2204883926191601190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=2204883926191601190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2204883926191601190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2204883926191601190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/06/daredevils.html' title='Daredevils'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SjcNE_MPjCI/AAAAAAAAADY/50rjQFKMVSU/s72-c/sparrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-6803776565075841638</id><published>2009-06-10T09:11:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:26:30.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does the Lord Require?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache.allposters.com/images/pic/PF_New%5C452006/PF_1947988~Old-Man-Walking-in-a-Rye-Field-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://imagecache.allposters.com/images/pic/PF_New%5C452006/PF_1947988~Old-Man-Walking-in-a-Rye-Field-Posters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has shown you men and women what is good and excellent; and what does the Lord require of you? He desires you to make just decisions in regard to others; to love goodness, kindness, and faithfulness. And in your going and coming, He wants you to walk in humility with Him. Micah 6:8 – personal interpretation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my rendition of this verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times when one is pressed by the Lord to make leadership decisions that involve the lives of others, it is wise to remember humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 6:1-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, if someone is caught in a sin, you who are filled with and governed by the Spirit of God should mend what has been broken in him gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But watch yourself, or you also may be tried and tested in your faith, virtue, and character, by enticement to sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry each other’s heaviness, weight, burden, or trouble, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ. (This law states that we are to love one another as Christ has loved us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These first three thoughts are unified in that we are dealing with one subject – the temptation to sin that we all face, and our responses to that temptation. If we truly love one another, we will pray for and exhort one another because we should have a strong desire not to see a brother or sister caught in sin.&lt;br /&gt;When we are responding in humility to one another; when we are watching one another’s lives in a way that says, “I love you. I don’t want to see you tripped up by sin in your life,” we are being an example to the world of the love of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our purpose here is two-fold. One, out of love for our brothers and sisters, we want to stand with them in times of temptation and trial. And two, we are evangelizing the lost. Have you considered that when we love one another properly, we are actually engaging in evangelism? Jesus made it clear when he told his disciples that the world would know His love by our love for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of this portion of scripture speaks to us keeping watch over our own souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone thinks he is something when he is nothing, he deceives himself. Each one should test (to examine to see whether the thing is genuine or not) his own actions.&lt;br /&gt;Then he can take pride in his own work (that which occupies his effort and time), without comparing himself to somebody else, for each one should carry his own load (or be responsible for the work of his own hands.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are to be aware of one another – to remember to encourage, exhort, and love our brothers and sisters. We are also to keep watch over our own lives. We need to watch our attitudes, our responses, our actions, our work (the things that we spend our time on). We will give an account to the Lord for all of these. Are we pleasing God in what we commit ourselves to? This thought ties back into the first portion of our scripture when we are told to watch ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;In being aware of our own lives, we should be brought into an attitude of humility.&lt;br /&gt;I believe we will also notice the fear of the Lord governing our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord allow us to walk humbly and in the fear of the Lord as He brings us into a season of greater grace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-6803776565075841638?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6803776565075841638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=6803776565075841638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6803776565075841638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6803776565075841638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-does-lord-require.html' title='What Does the Lord Require?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-4988425327688792608</id><published>2009-04-20T08:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:45:50.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.quietlywild.com/qwpix/recentpix/RainDrops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 576px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 432px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.quietlywild.com/qwpix/recentpix/RainDrops.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Spring Rain by Raymond A. Foss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is wet today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;luxurious, damp, drenched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;drops hug the leaves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anoint the still budded lilac blossoms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;before their blooming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rich purple and plum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;made richer by their watery skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New leaves under the weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;droplets heavy, hanging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bowing the white pine needles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;undersides exposed to drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;drink in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hushed in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;temperature near the dewpoint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sprouts of just planted flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eager from the parched soil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;new puddles bloom too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the ground, the driveway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;collect and gather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;without the smell of summer rain yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tears splash and spread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;silent shimmers, heralds, messengers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the spring rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that April is poetry month? I didn't - until this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In celebration of April and of rain - one of my favorite "weathers"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-4988425327688792608?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4988425327688792608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=4988425327688792608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4988425327688792608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4988425327688792608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-rain-by-raymond.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-4922745315859544121</id><published>2009-03-07T11:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:03:33.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of My Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SbKoZbuoazI/AAAAAAAAADQ/c8ZOy5_bB04/s1600-h/John+with+parents,+sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310492065516776242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SbKoZbuoazI/AAAAAAAAADQ/c8ZOy5_bB04/s320/John+with+parents,+sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SbKnb7XGZmI/AAAAAAAAADI/mjx53fzNziE/s1600-h/John+04+627+8X10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310491008856122978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SbKnb7XGZmI/AAAAAAAAADI/mjx53fzNziE/s320/John+04+627+8X10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEELER, JOHN BARRON &lt;/div&gt;Age 40, of Knoxville, formerly of Greensboro, NC, passed away unexpectedly on March 5, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;John was a graduate of Halls High School in Knoxville, and received a BSN from the University of North Carolina. He worked as a Registered Nurse for many years.&lt;br /&gt;His family is comforted in knowing that John is with the Lord, and is without pain for the first time in his short life.&lt;br /&gt;He is survived by his children: John II, James, Grace, Brody and Emma;&lt;br /&gt;Mother of his children, Angela Wheeler;&lt;br /&gt;Parents, Barron and Linda Wheeler:&lt;br /&gt;Sisters, Maria (Jeff) Kear and Susan (John) Jambor;&lt;br /&gt;7 nieces and nephews whom he adored;&lt;br /&gt;and other extended family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From dirty-faced little boy to openly loving man - that was my brother who I loved very much!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that he is not with us now, but take such great comfort in knowing he is celebrating with his Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Barron Wheeler&lt;br /&gt;February 24, 1969 to March 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;In Loving Memory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-4922745315859544121?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4922745315859544121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=4922745315859544121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4922745315859544121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4922745315859544121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-memory-of-my-brother.html' title='In Memory of My Brother'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SbKoZbuoazI/AAAAAAAAADQ/c8ZOy5_bB04/s72-c/John+with+parents,+sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-1960456284621272538</id><published>2009-03-02T13:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:07:43.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Had To Be There</title><content type='html'>Acts 2:1  "When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place."&lt;br /&gt;As I read this passage today, I realized something.  I realized that the believers in Acts did not just "happen" to be all together in one place.  They had chosen to be together.  &lt;br /&gt;In Acts 1:14 it says, "They all joined together constantly in prayer."  &lt;br /&gt;It does not say that because they were together the day of Pentecost came.  It says that when the day of Pentecost came, they were together.&lt;br /&gt;It must have been that God had already chosen the day of His visitation.  &lt;br /&gt;What if the believers had neglected to meet together?  What if they did not have the habit of meeting together?  Would they have missed the day of Pentecost?  &lt;br /&gt;What if some had neglected to be there that particular day?&lt;br /&gt;They would most definitely have missed the day of Pentecost - the day that Jesus promised His Father would send.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the timing was no accident.  There were God-fearing Jews in Jerusalem "from every nation under heaven."  God sent the promised Holy Spirit during the Feast of Pentecost, knowing there would be God-fearing men and women from every nation in Jerusalem.  He knew they would hear the message that Peter would share after having received the Holy Spirit.  &lt;br /&gt;Why was it significant that foreigners were in Jerusalem?  God brought them to hear the message (Acts 2:14).  The Gospel was shared that day, and it was meant to be heard by those present so they could in turn share the message with their families and with those in "every nation under heaven".  (Acts 2:39)&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the message?  Have you been faithful to continue to meet together with other believers so that when God's appointed day arrives, you will not miss His coming?  &lt;br /&gt;What if the Lord of Heaven has a message for you?&lt;br /&gt;What if He has a message that you are to share with your family, or with your city?&lt;br /&gt;Do not neglect the regular meeting together with the saints.  God has appointed days for His visitation.  None of us wants to miss that visitation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-1960456284621272538?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1960456284621272538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=1960456284621272538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/1960456284621272538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/1960456284621272538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/03/ya-had-to-be-there.html' title='Ya Had To Be There'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-7439146191661672819</id><published>2009-01-24T23:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:05:27.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://facesoftanzania.com/images/2007/Smith_Ndutu_morning_birds_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 600px;" src="http://facesoftanzania.com/images/2007/Smith_Ndutu_morning_birds_07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the birds singing this morning.&lt;br /&gt;They have probably been there all along.&lt;br /&gt;But I did not notice.&lt;br /&gt;Today You made sure I heard them.&lt;br /&gt;You are slowly awakening my soul again.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-7439146191661672819?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7439146191661672819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=7439146191661672819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/7439146191661672819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/7439146191661672819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-1682506974689660214</id><published>2008-12-29T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:01:11.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Companion Word for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://snapshot.parade.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=915277&amp;g2_serialNumber=3"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://snapshot.parade.com/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=915277&amp;g2_serialNumber=3" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing and give praise.&lt;br /&gt;Awake, my glory!&lt;br /&gt;Awake, lute and harp!&lt;br /&gt;I will awaken the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;I will praise You, O Lord, among the peoples;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing to You among the nations.&lt;br /&gt;For Your mercy reaches unto the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;And Your truth unto the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Be exalted, O God, above the heavens;&lt;br /&gt;Let Your glory be above all the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 57:7-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the portion of scripture that the Lord spoke to my heart during the closing prayer in our Sunday service yesterday.  I’m calling it a companion word from the Lord, because just like the Lord has given Harvest Church a word for 2009 regarding the harvest – the lost – a promise from Psalm 65 in which God is watering the soil (the hearts of men) in preparation for an ingathering – the Lord also has a word for those in the church – a word pertaining to their own hearts in this season of the Lord’s abundant watering.  &lt;br /&gt;For the last two months, I have heard the song in the Spirit over the church.  The song of the Lord is “My Love Endures Forever”.  And I am still hearing that song!  &lt;br /&gt;Now I hear the Lord calling to the church to awaken and begin to sing that song back to Him.  &lt;br /&gt;In the scriptures above, the word “steadfast” in regard to our heart means “stable, established, securely determined, to prepare, to be ready”.  &lt;br /&gt;Not only is the Lord telling us that He is watering the earth in preparation for a harvest of souls, He is calling us to be prepared, to be ready.  &lt;br /&gt;On a personal note…  In May of 1999, the Lord spoke a word to my heart from 1 Peter 5:10 “And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.  To him be the power forever and ever.  Amen.”&lt;br /&gt;As I read Psalm 57 this morning, the Lord spoke to me that this season is fulfilled – or come to its fullness.  By faith, I am saying that the Lord has completed this word in my life – that I am restored, strong, firm and steadfast.  &lt;br /&gt;But this word is not for me only.  This word is for those who are reading this message.  &lt;br /&gt;I say to you, along with my own soul – AWAKE!&lt;br /&gt;When the psalmist said “Awake, my glory”, do you know what “glory” meant?&lt;br /&gt;It is astonishing considering the word of the Lord to us in this season!&lt;br /&gt;It means “abundance, riches, honor, reputation.” &lt;br /&gt;ABUNDANCE.&lt;br /&gt;That is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;We are to say “Awake, my abundance” – just like Pastor Tim encouraged us to be praying yesterday during his message.  Do you see why I believe this is a companion word to us?  It goes hand in hand with what the Lord spoke.&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to “awake”?  “To rouse oneself, to stir up, to be excited, triumphant, to act in an aroused (or awakened) manner.”  &lt;br /&gt;When the psalmist committed and said, “I will awaken the dawn”, he was saying, “I will awaken at the dawn.”  The “dawn” is the beginning of something.  I say that in the Spirit, the Lord is calling us to awaken to His word at the beginning.  Do not hesitate.  Awaken your abundance now.  Respond to the word of the Lord immediately.  &lt;br /&gt;In many ways, my heart and mind have been in a fog this year.  I have wrestled with my own heart before the Lord and I am believing that the fog has lifted and that abundance and victory await me and my family.  &lt;br /&gt;My circumstances have not changed.  But the word of the Lord is not based on circumstances.  The word of the Lord is true IN SPITE OF the circumstances!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing and give praise.&lt;br /&gt;Awake, my glory!&lt;br /&gt;Awake, lute and harp!&lt;br /&gt;I will awaken the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;I will praise You, O Lord, among the peoples;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing to You among the nations.&lt;br /&gt;For Your mercy reaches unto the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;And Your truth unto the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Be exalted, O God, above the heavens;&lt;br /&gt;Let Your glory be above all the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 57:7-11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-1682506974689660214?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1682506974689660214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=1682506974689660214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/1682506974689660214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/1682506974689660214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/12/companion-word-for-2009.html' title='A Companion Word for 2009'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-3143477532324886952</id><published>2008-12-16T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:49:28.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tiof.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/crayons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 512px" alt="" src="http://tiof.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/crayons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love colors - colors of all kinds - especially when they are seen in concert with one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some great places to see colors in this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crayons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, it may seem silly for a 46 year old woman to say that (and I don't mind telling you I'm 46 because everyone says I look younger than my age ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always loved crayons - probably for two reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first is that I adore the sight of colors - they bring me deep joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second reason I love crayons is that I enjoy coloring. Yes, you heard right - a woman of my age enjoys coloring - and drawing - and painting - all of which I don't take near enough time to do in this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't love just any crayons - all crayons are not created equal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some come with dulled colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some have dull papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some are waxy and don't produce bright hues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the papers are waxy, making the crayons difficult to hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you're considering purchasing crayons for someone you love, you really must get the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And from what I've found, that means you must get the original - Crayola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, this isn't really a commercial for Crayola - and I will not be compensated by their company. I just happen to have enough experience with crayons to know a good crayon when I see one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where else do I find color that brings me joy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a candle holder in my bathroom window. I keep the holder there because it has little plastic prisms hanging from it that create the most beautiful rainbows of color when the sun hits it just right. The whole room can fill with little swatches of color - what JOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you're looking for something to brighten a dreary, winter day - find color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Open a box of crayons, shine a light through a prism... anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise you will instantly be smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-3143477532324886952?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3143477532324886952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=3143477532324886952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/3143477532324886952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/3143477532324886952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/12/colors.html' title='Colors'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-5894651316378187418</id><published>2008-12-11T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:43:54.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sciencelearn.org.nz/var/sciencelearn/storage/images/contexts/icy_ecosystems/sci_media/snowflake/4666-1-eng-NZ/snowflake_full_size_landscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 509px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px" alt="" src="http://www.sciencelearn.org.nz/var/sciencelearn/storage/images/contexts/icy_ecosystems/sci_media/snowflake/4666-1-eng-NZ/snowflake_full_size_landscape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening&lt;br /&gt;by Robert Frost (1923)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose woods these are I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;His house is in the village though;&lt;br /&gt;He will not see me stopping here&lt;br /&gt;To watch his woods fill up with snow.&lt;br /&gt;My little horse must think it queer&lt;br /&gt;To stop without a farmhouse near&lt;br /&gt;Between the woods and frozen lake&lt;br /&gt;The darkest evening of the year.&lt;br /&gt;He gives his harness bells a shake&lt;br /&gt;To ask if there is some mistake.&lt;br /&gt;The only other sound's the sweep&lt;br /&gt;Of easy wind and downy flake.&lt;br /&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep.&lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-5894651316378187418?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5894651316378187418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=5894651316378187418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5894651316378187418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5894651316378187418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/12/stopping-by-woods-on-snowy-evening-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-8146512582668665722</id><published>2008-12-08T14:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:26:54.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2417/2117924448_5f60c2d010.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2417/2117924448_5f60c2d010.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eva K. Logue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Christmas candle is a lovely thing;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes no noise at all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But softly gives itself away;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While quite unselfish, it grows small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-8146512582668665722?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8146512582668665722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=8146512582668665722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8146512582668665722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8146512582668665722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/12/eva-k.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-7516965672572028072</id><published>2008-11-28T16:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:33:35.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.prairienursery.com/store/images/00-BirdGarden-sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 432px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 648px" alt="" src="http://www.prairienursery.com/store/images/00-BirdGarden-sc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/257163662_0bf1d66302.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/257163662_0bf1d66302.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If 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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do not worry, saying, "What shall we eat?" or "What shall we drink?" or "What shall we wear?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-7516965672572028072?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7516965672572028072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=7516965672572028072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/7516965672572028072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/7516965672572028072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/11/therefore-i-tell-you-do-not-worry-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-4275151860715967794</id><published>2008-11-25T09:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:27:03.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy is a Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SSwLGKwHX1I/AAAAAAAAACY/KUHPvQwF76w/s1600-h/Matthew+on+piano.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272601464337293138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SSwLGKwHX1I/AAAAAAAAACY/KUHPvQwF76w/s320/Matthew+on+piano.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we start having babies, most of us don't look way into the future to realize that they will one day grow up, leave us, become adults...&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the road of their growth, we begin to realize just this. We are raising them to become self-sufficient (or in the case of those of us who are Christians - God-sufficient). We raise them to leave home - to make their own mark on society - to fulfill whatever dreams and plans God placed in their hearts even before they were born.&lt;br /&gt;It is a joyful and sad time.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a joyous and proud day for me. My firstborn is 18 today. He is already on his own in most ways - living away at college, paying his own bills (what few he has), doing his own laundry, making his own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Is he making wise choices?&lt;br /&gt;I pray he is!&lt;br /&gt;And I do pray for him often. I want him to succeed in passionately following God's heart for him.&lt;br /&gt;So, today, on his 18th birthday, I pray this...&lt;br /&gt;Matthew, follow the heart of God toward the destiny He has for you.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells us in Matthew 6:25-34 in reference to those things we need "But seek first His Kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well."&lt;br /&gt;That is my heart for you Matthew - that you would seek first His Kingdom and His righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th Birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-4275151860715967794?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4275151860715967794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=4275151860715967794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4275151860715967794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4275151860715967794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/11/boy-is-man.html' title='The Boy is a Man'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SSwLGKwHX1I/AAAAAAAAACY/KUHPvQwF76w/s72-c/Matthew+on+piano.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-8403730127521151017</id><published>2008-10-21T12:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:57:56.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://portfolio.kevinthom.com/albums/nature/melancholy_autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://portfolio.kevinthom.com/albums/nature/melancholy_autumn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.&lt;br /&gt;For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad."&lt;br /&gt;- Edwin Way Teale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post began with a thought of deep inner sighing - not of sorrowful sighing, but of joyful, filling sighing. The type of sighing one experiences when seeing something beautiful. I love the colors of autumn leaves. They bring deep joy into my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I remember a year when I carefully filled a bag with autumn leaves from my driveway, praying over each one as I did.  I gave the bag of leaves as part of a birthday gift to a special friend. What I was giving her that year was a piece of my heart - of my joy - and of my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot think about beautiful autumn leaves and be sad - just can't do it!&lt;br /&gt;So I ponder...&lt;br /&gt;Then I found the above quote, and my heart leapt within me. A time of sowing and scattering abroad.&lt;br /&gt;The Kingdom of God is like that.&lt;br /&gt;We are always to be sowing and scattering abroad - the love of Jesus - His Word as encouragement or challenge to others.&lt;br /&gt;In a season that seems to point to the coming "death" of winter, I see possibility. I see already the coming of spring with its new life. And I know that just as nature is preparing by sowing and scattering, there is a sowing in the Spirit in these days...&lt;br /&gt;So do not see death - see the possibility of Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-8403730127521151017?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8403730127521151017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=8403730127521151017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8403730127521151017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8403730127521151017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-man-autumn-is-time-of-harvest-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-6516111758709106167</id><published>2008-10-18T08:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:39:53.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Voice in the Desert...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SPnXaf2JkuI/AAAAAAAAABY/xbELth07oLM/s1600-h/Captured+2002-1-1+00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SPnXaf2JkuI/AAAAAAAAABY/xbELth07oLM/s320/Captured+2002-1-1+00167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258470890156954338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 112:1,2&lt;br /&gt;Praise the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is the man who fears the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;Who finds great delight in His commands.&lt;br /&gt;His children will be mighty in the land;&lt;br /&gt;The generation of the upright will be blessed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a post on my two oldest children.  It's time to introduce everyone to momma's "baby" - my Abigail - "Abigator" as many affectionately call her.&lt;br /&gt;Abigail has always been quiet - until recently.  She is blooming and becoming quite a voice in many ways!  As a matter of fact, just a few days ago, I had to ask her to please speak more quietly as she was literally hurting my ears.  &lt;br /&gt;Abigail is one that didn't talk much until she was more than two years old.  But why did she need to?  She had these big brown eyes and the sweetest spirit about her that all she had to do was look at someone to melt them.  So much was communicated through who she was.  I remember the first time we went to Wilmington, NC to visit my Uncle David and Aunt Myra.  Our oldest two were invited to spend the night with them, but Abigail was not quite big enough yet.  Matthew was probably 10 and Katherine 8.  That left us alone in the car with 5 year old Abigail.  What happened was magical!  At one point, she began to talk and didn't stop.  Both Jeff and I turned around to get a good look at this chatter-box that had suddenly appeared in our back seat.  WHERE had she come from?!  What we discovered was that she was a deep thinker who had lived so long in the shadow of her older siblings that we'd never heard all she had to say.&lt;br /&gt;But the story doesn't really start there.  As Christians, we all want to know our purpose on earth - our calling - our gifts.  Yes, we are all meant to glorify God in a general sense.  But there is a special expression that God has given each of us in bringing Him glory.  With Abigail, God pointed out that special calling before she was talking - at about the age of 2.&lt;br /&gt;I vividly remember she and I being in my closet hanging up clothes.  Well, I was hanging up clothes while she sat at my feet looking adorable as usual with those big brown eyes.  Remember, she was a late talker, and at this stage she rarely said anything at all.  As I worked, I heard this quiet voice below me saying, "Power of God.  Power of God."  She repeated this over and over again, and in that moment the Holy Spirit showed me the call to deep intercession that was upon her life.&lt;br /&gt;More recently, Abigail has been struggling and wanting to know the call on her life.  She's been frustrated, but she has persisted in asking God to show her.  A few weeks ago, the Lord graciously revealed to her that calling - one of being a voice for her generation - one of intercession for the lost and for those who are not serious about their relationship with God.  &lt;br /&gt;And Abigail has found her voice!  I am hearing things come from my daughter's spirit that are deeply passionate for the Lord, and as a mom, I could not be more excited or pleased.  This is what I long for - that my children will walk with God.&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to introduce you to Abigail's blog.  At 13, she is articulate and passionate and that comes through in her writing.  Please take the time to visit and read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://abigailkear.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-6516111758709106167?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6516111758709106167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=6516111758709106167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6516111758709106167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6516111758709106167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/10/voice-in-desert.html' title='A Voice in the Desert...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SPnXaf2JkuI/AAAAAAAAABY/xbELth07oLM/s72-c/Captured+2002-1-1+00167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-1506000341752478920</id><published>2008-10-15T09:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:18:23.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Back the Laughter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://utterinsanity.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/laughter.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://utterinsanity.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/laughter.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last several months have been hard for us in many ways.  I had major surgery.  Our son moved out to go to college.  My husband's business has not been doing well, so money is tighter than it has been since we first got married.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm the type that tends to shut down when things are hard.  I withdraw into myself.  I spend more time being quiet.  I hone in more sharply to my relationship with God.  &lt;br /&gt;But this time, one thing has been different.  I've forgotten to laugh with my best friend - my husband Jeff.  &lt;br /&gt;We've spent too many days now in quiet - trying not to say all the things that are troubling our hearts.  Therefore, we've not talked as much in this season as we usually do. And I've missed that talking.  &lt;br /&gt;If I'm going to tell anyone anything, it's going to be Jeff.  He usually hears way more than he'd probably like to!  But lately I haven't wanted to put my worries and fears on him, because I know he has enough of his own.  So I've kept it all tightly bottled inside.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was different.  All of our children were gone.  Matthew is home from college, but was out with his guy friends for guys' night.  The girls were at dance class.  We sat down to eat dinner - a vegetable beef soup made entirely from Sunday's left-overs.  And it was really good too!&lt;br /&gt;Just before dinner, Jeff and I were talking about an article I'd started reading in Reader's Digest.  It was about a family who decided that for one month they would spend nothing.  Yes, they paid the house payment, bought only the bare necessities in groceries - things like that.  What they did not spend on was sometimes quite hilarious; sometimes quite practical.&lt;br /&gt;For example, wouldn't you know that their tub blurbled up with this black goo just as they'd vowed not to spend money that month.  So what did they do?  They looked up home remedies on the internet of what to do in such a case and fixed the goo themselves - pirating the neighbor's internet signal!&lt;br /&gt;The man got up early and read his neighbor's newspaper, returning it before he ever awoke.&lt;br /&gt;Their poor 4 year old son was getting bored - used to outings with Dad to get ice-cream, play games, etc.  So the dad excitedly asked if the son wanted to go ride in a silver chariot and eat food and look at neat stuff.  The son excitedly yelled - yea!  Where did he take him?  To the local Costco to ride around in a shopping cart, look at the neat stuff, and eat free samples!  &lt;br /&gt;We were totally cracking up at this point!  THERE was the laughter I had so missed.  It filled me like nothing else can.  &lt;br /&gt;Then we pondered - as we've been doing the last few weeks - while this is funny and this family probably makes a nice income and can afford to "play" at this, we have had a need recently to cut back on as much as we can.  What could we take away from this article in a practical sense - beyond our laughter :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know what?  I can "pirate" my parents internet - they're just next door.  And I tried it too!  It was really slow...  I'm so spoiled.  &lt;br /&gt;I can borrow their newspapers when they're done with them - and this I know they won't mind at all as my dad puts them in the recycle when he's read them.&lt;br /&gt;I took stock of our cleaners this morning.  We're pretty good there, but if it comes time to buy new cleaners and money is still tight, I know I can pirate my parents internet to look up homemade cleaner recipes - HA!&lt;br /&gt;More than any other thing though.  I'm so thankful to the Lord for restoring my joy.  Today I am excited, joyful, have new and creative ideas for survival in tough economic times.  And I have my best friend back - most important of all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-1506000341752478920?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1506000341752478920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=1506000341752478920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/1506000341752478920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/1506000341752478920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/10/bring-back-laughter.html' title='Bring Back the Laughter!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-6772186920444472781</id><published>2008-10-10T00:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:10:45.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Coming Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SO7VtCUwMyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xZwptS0Cn5c/s1600-h/P4067203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SO7VtCUwMyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xZwptS0Cn5c/s320/P4067203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255372784882692898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, he's not coming home forever - just for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;That's what grown sons do.&lt;br /&gt;We must be especially blessed, because I hear from my other friends with college-aged children that their son or daughter gets only two days off for fall break.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew will be with us for nine whole days!&lt;br /&gt;I'm anxiously awaiting my hug...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-6772186920444472781?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6772186920444472781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=6772186920444472781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6772186920444472781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6772186920444472781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/10/hes-coming-home.html' title='He&apos;s Coming Home!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SO7VtCUwMyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xZwptS0Cn5c/s72-c/P4067203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-6986327374259697536</id><published>2008-10-04T12:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:28:25.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.desktoprating.com/wallpapers/nature-wallpapers-pictures/fall-of-autumn-leaves-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.desktoprating.com/wallpapers/nature-wallpapers-pictures/fall-of-autumn-leaves-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite Time of Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is my favorite time of year for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I love that first cool “nip” in the air.&lt;br /&gt;I love the first hint of color while the leaves remain on the trees – especially the red of the dogwood.  &lt;br /&gt;I love the possibility of snow, and that certain scent on the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;I love s’mores on the first fire of the season.&lt;br /&gt;I love the renewed energy I get to simplify by removing unused items from our home.&lt;br /&gt;I love the holidays with their special foods and opportunities to gather with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason, and maybe it’s because I was in Cambodia for two weeks, this autumn season sort of sneaked up on me.&lt;br /&gt;I left East Tennessee for our trip to Cambodia and we had warm weather.  The weather in Cambodia was unseasonably cool, yet was in the upper 70’s at night and low to mid 80’s during the day.&lt;br /&gt;So imagine my surprise when we landed back in Knoxville and I felt the need for a jacket!&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I somehow missed those tell-tale signs of autumn.  Was it because those signs came in those two weeks while I was gone?  I’m concerned that it was because I’d been too focused on other things to notice the time of year – the season – that was approaching.&lt;br /&gt;Is my life like that also?  Have I failed to notice the season I’m in at different times?  I’m sure I have.&lt;br /&gt;During our time of worship this past Sunday, we sang songs about the Lord’s return – about seeing Him – about dancing on golden streets.  And while that should be a joyful thought for the Christian, I found myself overwhelmed by thoughts of the lost.  I found myself physically grieving for those who do not yet know.  I wondered – Would they be ready?  What if the Lord came today, or tomorrow?  Would my Uncle David and Aunt Myra, for example, be ready to meet the Lord Jesus Christ face to face?  I was afraid the answer would be “no”, and my heart was broken.  I couldn’t even worship in that moment, but instead found myself in intercession for their souls.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was reminded of how Jesus came to earth the first time as a humble servant.  And I was reminded of His return, which would be in a much different manner of His first coming.  When he returns to the earth, He will come in judgment.  Will He find faith on the earth?  When He comes again, it will be too late for repentance.  Are we spending time repenting now?  Before it’s too late?  Oh my heart aches…&lt;br /&gt;In Matthew 25 one finds the parable of the ten virgins.  All ten of these young ladies had lamps with oil.  But only five of them brought extra oil, signifying to me a true relationship with Jesus Christ – one that cannot be shaken by worldly trials or even by materialism.  These five ladies were prepared for the coming of the Lord, and once He did return, there was nothing more that could be done for the other five who were not prepared.  They were left outside of the feast.&lt;br /&gt;Then one reads the parable of the talents.  All of us have been given gifts or talents from God – even those who do not serve Him have gifts.  But what are we who do belong to Him doing with what He has given us?  Are we effectually burying them and not using them for fear that we won’t do things quite properly?  Or are we living in God’s grace, knowing that He will embolden and bless our efforts to use what we have for His Kingdom?  What will our reward be when He returns?  Will He say to us – Good and faithful servant?  Or will He turn His back on us?&lt;br /&gt;Finally, and most heart-rending to me, is the parable of the sheep and the goats.  Both thought they were doing the will of their master.  But only the sheep had actually captured the heart of their Master by hearing His voice, loving not their own lives, and doing His will.  They did His will for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;The goats?  They did good works.  They did nice things.  But for who’s glory?  Their works were for either their own glory or a misguided attempt to earn the Master’s approval.  We cannot earn His approval.&lt;br /&gt;The Word of God is clear in that Jesus said, “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life, and no man comes to the Father except through Me.”&lt;br /&gt;Lord, draw the hearts of those I love to Yourself.  Work in them so that you will find faith there.&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, work in my heart so that You will find faith…  I live for nothing else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-6986327374259697536?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6986327374259697536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=6986327374259697536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6986327374259697536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6986327374259697536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favorite-time-of-year-autumn-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-8020615599487166502</id><published>2008-09-30T15:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:49:50.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia trip - part Buen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SOKCm4TuxNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a14HBL64d4k/s1600-h/HPIM1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SOKCm4TuxNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a14HBL64d4k/s320/HPIM1030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251903719929201874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around the house yesterday for a little while without shoes – just to remind myself of Cambodia where it is impolite to wear your shoes inside.  My feet got crumbs and water on them and yes, the memories of constantly dirty feet returned.  In the hot weather, the cool tile floors felt nice.  But here in East TN where the weather is beginning to be cooler, I needed to put my shoes back on.  &lt;br /&gt;We spent at least part of each day in prayer for the nation of Cambodia.  A few days we took time to split into smaller teams and walk different ways to our favorite restaurant and spend time praying as we walked.  Many of us found ourselves praying for the leaders and business owners in Kampot, knowing that they carry great influence and if won to Christ would be a tremendous asset in helping the young church there spread the Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the market one day and walked through the stalls in an attitude of prayer.  Of course, we also had to get in just a little bit of trouble along the way.  Sarah, Katherine and I were caught with our shoes on in one of the shops.  Evidently one must also remove her shoes when in a tiled store in the market.  From then on, we were careful not to step on the tile.  &lt;br /&gt;Another day we traveled to a church building that is no longer in use to pray and ask the Lord if this building could be a blessing to the new church Vutha would plant in Kampot (at this writing, the new church had its first meeting last Sunday morning!  So they will meet in homes or wherever until the Lord says otherwise).  This particular building was somewhat of a contradiction as it had a Christian cross painted above the doorway, while it also had symbols of Buddhism in other decorative places.  Were the previous tenants confused?  We were unsure.&lt;br /&gt;We took two different days to spend time praying at the schools the children are attending.  The first school was for K-8th grade, where most of the children attend.  The second school is for 9th – 12th grade (the one mentioned in an earlier post).  Both schools are Buddhist.  Therefore, all the Heritage House children will face a challenge to their faith each day in that they will be swimming upstream against the religion of their nation.  Again, please remember to pray for them as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;We also found ourselves praying for the children on other prayer walks through the city – and not just Heritage House’s children, but all the children in the city.  I don’t know how many times I saw a young person or a young child out alone – riding a bike or in the street and my heart ached for them.  Maybe you’re thinking they’re safe enough, but Cambodia is not really a safe place for children as they are often mistreated in ways I’d rather not go into.  The Lord must bring justice to the young in Cambodia as they are crying out in their hearts for love and freedom! &lt;br /&gt;I know that freedom will come through the Gospel of Jesus Christ as it spreads in the cities and towns of Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;As it stands now, there is a missions team consisting of a young couple and their daughter, dorm moms, and several children ages 2 to 18 who will be faithful to cry out for freedom in their city.&lt;br /&gt;Please join them in their cry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-8020615599487166502?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8020615599487166502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=8020615599487166502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8020615599487166502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8020615599487166502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/09/cambodia-trip-part-buen.html' title='Cambodia trip - part Buen'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SOKCm4TuxNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/a14HBL64d4k/s72-c/HPIM1030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-4666630979979360134</id><published>2008-09-29T09:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:56:05.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the Boy You Never Had?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SOKERqombzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RzVukLvirjQ/s1600-h/DSCF2134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SOKERqombzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RzVukLvirjQ/s320/DSCF2134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251905554504642354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to my Cambodia posts soon...&lt;br /&gt;The above statement was made by my 15 (16 as of November 1st) year old daughter who just Saturday night broke either her hand or the base of her pinky finger.&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that I do have a son. But she claims he's the "nerdy" type who works on computers, reads, etc. She's not wrong - although since he's been in college he's been diving into volleyball and swing dancing ;).&lt;br /&gt;Katherine - Roonie - has always been a bit of a tomboy - although I hate that term, because she's a graceful, beautiful young lady! But if there was a boy around who was trying to out-run or out-wrestle her, she'd rise to the challenge. She is VERY competitive physically and will not tolerate being "beat" by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;So when she came home Saturday night from a youth group outreach with a broken limb (yet to fully be determined - we'll know later this afternoon after visiting the orthopedic clinic), that was her comment to my sighing about yet another doctor visit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the boy you never had, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first of her injuries (or her sister Abigail's). Both girls dance so there is always the strained this, the sprained that, the sore this, the damaged that.&lt;br /&gt;But Katherine was quick to announce (and too proudly say) - My first break!! She thinks a broken limb is exciting. I'm convinced that's because she doesn't have to pay the unending medical bills...&lt;br /&gt;Oh - and a little bit of a "mom" ramble..&lt;br /&gt;Both doctor's offices hinted at my inability to be a good parent because I had not taken her to the ER Saturday night. "Both", meaning my primary care physician's office and the orthopedic office. You mean you didn't take her to the ER late Saturday night and sit for hours only to pay 4 to 5 times what it will cost you today? Call me a bad parent, then! ;) We do have her hand/finger splinted with the good old-fashioned tongue depresser / medical tape. What do you think they did in the days before hospitals and ER's?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-4666630979979360134?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4666630979979360134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=4666630979979360134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4666630979979360134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4666630979979360134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-boy-you-never-had.html' title='I&apos;m the Boy You Never Had?!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/SOKERqombzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RzVukLvirjQ/s72-c/DSCF2134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-734060927978955786</id><published>2008-09-26T11:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:26:59.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia trip - part By</title><content type='html'>But before we began our physical work. we walked the property and prayed over every inch, both inside and out.  We also spent some time worshipping (me on a broken keyboard with no pedal, and Shane (Kristen's brother) on a barely tuned guitar).  Thankfully, it was not the lack of proper instruments that the Lord heard, but the voices and hearts lifted in praise to Him.&lt;br /&gt;We were setting the property apart for the work of the Kingdom of God.  We were "taking ground" in the Spirit.  The Heritage House children and staff are being sent out as evangelists in Kampot and prayer coverage is a must.  God's Word is clear in that no man comes to faith unless he is drawn by the Father (yes, that includes women too ;).  John 6:44 says this:  No one can come to Me unless the Father who sent me draws him...&lt;br /&gt;There is no drawing without the prayers of the saints.  God has chosen the preaching of the Gospel as the means for salvation, and the preaching of the Gospel (the good news of Jesus Christ) goes hand in hand with prayer.  &lt;br /&gt;Therefore, will you please pray for Heritage House's staff and children that they will be effective witnesses for Jesus Christ in Kampot?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once prayer and worship concluded, we got to work scrubbing bathrooms.  Sarah and I tackled the office bathroom, while Heather tackled bathroom #2, and Srey #3.  What a "fun" job!  But it was honestly a blessing to see the bathrooms clean and ready to be used by our team and all of Heritage House.  &lt;br /&gt;Then off to the paint store to pick out colors.  I remembered what some experts have said about choosing no more than 3 colors, so went with that in mind.  Yes, Lewis allowed me to pick the colors!  That was a truly fun part of my job.  When we got to the paint store, and please do not imagine your local Lowe's or Home Depot here.  No.  The paint store was a household type store - very small and jam-packed with everything imaginable.  The store employee produced a color chart, which surprised me.  I wasn't sure how we'd go about choosing colors.  So I chose three colors - one a brick red (although more on the brown side), one a sage green, and one a wheat yellow.  They went to the back to get our paint.  I naively thought they were going to mix colors, but no.  They had premixed paint in 5 gallon containers.  They were out of two of the colors I had chosen and there was no ordering the color in.  We would have to choose two more colors.  So I looked at the one color we did have and tried to pick two that would still coordinate in tone and depth.  We finally settled upon 3 colors that were in stock and proceeded to pick out paint brushes, rollers, etc.  Oh, how I wish we had brought our own brushes!  They had the "stubbiest" brushes that I knew would be difficult for cutting in.  But we determined to do the best with what we had.&lt;br /&gt;How were we to know that when we opened the yellow paint, it would look more like sheetrock mud?  David Butler, our hardest working man on the team, was very puzzled by the look of the paint.  We tried to read the bucket - no luck.  Were we supposed to add water?  Was this some strange Cambodian paint?  We finally decided that we had no choice but to water it down if we wanted it to stay on our brushes and rollers.  So someone rigged up a drill with a mixer paddle so that we could have ready-to-use paint.  &lt;br /&gt;We started with the office and moved into the common areas as they would be yellow.  The ladies' rooms would all be done in the reddish brown, and the boys' rooms would be the green, which ended up more of a dark sea-foam green than a sage.  At one point, I had the idea that it would be nice to do some contrasting walls in some of the common rooms.  So two walls in the kitchen, and one in the living area are/will be red.  I say "will be" because some roof repairs will need to be done before that will be finished by the Heritage House staff.  We also contrasted the upper wall vents in red.  The home took on a dramatic change in appearance!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At this point, all of our days were running together, so forgive me that I do not remember which day it was when the rest of the staff and children arrived!  But oh were the children precious!  They were shy at first, but it didn't take long for them to smile and greet the team.  Some helped them move in and get their beds set up, while others continued to clean and paint.  The home quickly filled with the laughter and chatter of little voices.  Everyone was excited!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I led worship with everyone one night, but by far it was more precious when we gathered with Heritage House on other nights and two of the teens led prayer and worship.  It was a joy to see them stepping into leadership roles and taking ownership of their roles in the body of Christ.  Therefore, none of us minded giving up places of leadership in deference to the children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-734060927978955786?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/734060927978955786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=734060927978955786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/734060927978955786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/734060927978955786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/09/cambodia-trip-part-by.html' title='Cambodia trip - part By'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-8866827783125420642</id><published>2008-09-26T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:26:03.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia trip - part Bee</title><content type='html'>Our trip began at 4:00 Tuesday morning, September 9th.&lt;br /&gt;We left for the airport in Knoxville and arrived at 5:30 only to find out our plane had been delayed by around 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Already we were concerned about making connecting flights in Atlanta and Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;We checked our luggage through to Bangkok, Thailand and waited for our flight.&lt;br /&gt;Our trip was uneventful until we reached L.A where we literally had to run from the domestic flight area to the international flight area to catch our plane to Seoul, Korea.  We made it - just minutes before they were taking off.  We even had Asiana Air employees running with us to make sure we would get to the gate.&lt;br /&gt;Since we were so late in getting on board, our previous group seats had been given away and we were scattered throughout the plane sitting by total strangers - mostly Asian.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up beside a Korean lady who spoke no English - we spent lots of time saying "thank you" to each other for various reasons, and smiling :)&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of me - yes, I ended up in a middle seat for the 13 hour flight - was a Vietnamese man who said he was a Christian, but after listening to his conversation and the things that interested him, I doubt he was really a Christian.  &lt;br /&gt;I made several trips to the back of the plane (I was near the front) to visit with Katherine and to stretch my legs.  I watched two or three movies - there was no sleeping on the plane for me!&lt;br /&gt;What a relief it was to arrive in Seoul, Korea and then to move on to Thailand where we stayed overnight at the Sara Inn - a real bed with some real sleep!  &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, due to us having to run to catch our flight in LA, our checked luggage didn't make it onto our flight.  So we spent the night in Thailand with what each of us had in our carry-on bags, which was not much, but enough to get by on.&lt;br /&gt;We were positive that all of you were praying when we discovered that we would indeed receive our luggage in Phnom Penh, Cambodia the next day and would not have to go without it the entire two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Two of the men on our team stayed in Phnom Penh to get our luggage while the rest of us got into the back of a pick-up truck to make the 3 hour trip to Kampot.  Yes, 3 hours in the back of a pick-up truck...  there were bench seats on either side of the truck bed that we sat on - and bounced on.  There were times when we literally left our seats with the bumping around on the dirt road.  We mostly laughed each time this happened, further evidence of the grace of God with us.  We sang songs and prayed and some even slept.  Sarah and Katherine were at the very back of the bed and I was afraid they'd both be bounced out when they fell asleep!  But we lost no one.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Kampot at about 2:00 a.m. Cambodia time - which is 11 hours ahead of Eastern time.  We checked into our motel sans luggage and went straight to sleep.  The rooms were nice - they had a.c., two double beds, a fan, and a bathroom.  The bathroom was unusual.  It was a tiled room with a shower head, sink and toilet all combined.  There was a drain by the shower head.  &lt;br /&gt;Each morning, we were awakened by the Buddhists going to the pagoda next door to make offerings.  They chanted as the sun rose.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On our first morning in Kampot, we found a nice restaurant that I mentioned in my previous e-mail - the Coco House.  I had pancakes with banana and honey almost every morning.  The pancakes were more like thick crepes, but very good.  &lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we headed to Heritage House's new home.  The orphanage is housed in the private residence of a widow who agreed to rent to them.  When you enter the property by a sliding, decorative, metal gate, you see a beautiful yard with shade trees and flowers.  Granted, the yard did require some cleaning up, but was still very nice.  The house has a covered front porch, on which we left our shoes as it is impolite to wear shoes in Cambodian homes.  The house is huge - and was very dirty.  When one first enters, there is a very large living area with two bedrooms off to the left.  The first bedroom was prepared as an office, the second was prepared for the head dorm mom.  Both bedrooms had their own bathrooms, which were very dirty and had to be scrubbed from top to bottom.  After going through the doorway from the living area, one was in a large hall area with a bedroom on either side.  The bedroom with bathroom to the left was for another dorm mom.  The bedroom to the right was one of the boys' dorm rooms - with no bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Continuing forward, one came upon the kitchen/dining area, which stretched very wide from left to right.  To the right was a door that went out to a tiled area where much of the food prep was done, as well as cleaning of dishes.  This was an outdoor area.  To the left was plenty of space for the long tables that the children and staff sat at for meals.  Straight ahead was another boys' dorm room with bath area.&lt;br /&gt;Continuing left past the dining area were the door to what appeared to be a garage area, and the stairs to the second level.  On the second level was a loft area, and two more bedrooms - one with and one without a bathroom.  These two rooms were for a dorm mom, and for all the girls.  There is also a covered porch area upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;After touring the house, we knew we had lots of work ahead and that we needed to work as quickly as we could to be ready before the children arrived in two days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-8866827783125420642?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8866827783125420642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=8866827783125420642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8866827783125420642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8866827783125420642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/09/cambodia-trip-part-bee.html' title='Cambodia trip - part Bee'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-2562646907959474790</id><published>2008-09-26T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:21:03.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia trip - part Moi</title><content type='html'>For anyone wanting to know part of how our trip went, here is a copy of what I sent to our church e-mail groups - we arrived home at about 11:45 p.m. Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We're finally home - well, we got home last night at about 11:45 after dropping Jonathan off at his apartment.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up until almost 1:00 getting a shower, eating something, telling about our trip, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was pretty much falling asleep as Jeff prayed over me before we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;As I was in the shower last night, I really got a sense in the Spirit that the enemy was very angry with our team and with the Khmer Christians still in Cambodia, and that he was going to try to interrupt our sleep with nightmares.  So I prayed and asked Jeff to also pray.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I told Katherine about it, and she told me that she had had the same thoughts and had also prayed before going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;That tells me that contrary to the negativity I was hearing from the enemy in my heart at times on the trip, we were having great effect in Cambodia!&lt;br /&gt;In particular, as we prayed at the high school that three of the Heritage House children will attend (Coy, Marie, and Srey) there was great spiritual darkness that met us.  I was hearing in my heart a cry that said our prayers would have no effect there - that we were wasting our time and if anything would only barely scratch the surface of what was needed for that area.  As we wrestled on in prayer, Lewis told us that it was very likely that the campus had previously been a concentration/torture camp during the reign of the Khmer Rouge - a place of horrible atrocities in the past.  It was evident that the spiritual climate over the school grounds was very dark.  So we prayed, prophesied, sang, and spoke prophetically over that area in great measure and I believe we had GREAT effect - contrary to the voice of the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;With that said, please remember to pray for the three who will attend classes there - they will need the Lord's protection and boldness.  They may well be the only Christians in the school and they will certainly face difficulty as the whole school is required to make prayers to Buddha as part of their training.  Please pray for the wisdom of the Lord for them also.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that our greatest effect was in prayer, though I know that Vutha (pronounced Woota) also told Lewis that our team unity and the way we worked together was a great example for the Khmer children and dorm moms.  Vutha said that he has been trying to train the children and moms to work together to accomplish their work, but that they are used to doing only their own work and not helping one another.  He said that our working together made an excellent example of what he's been trying to teach.  &lt;br /&gt;Our team consisted of those who are used to leading within their own churches.  What we found was that each person was willing to submit to one another to accomplish the different tasks.  No one fought for leadership; everyone "fought" to simply serve.  &lt;br /&gt;The city of Kampot (pronounced as it sounds - Cam-pot) is a great city.  It's small - at least in comparison to the very busy and very loud city of Phnom Penh (pronounced P-nom Pen).  We walked everywhere we went - except when it was raining and the Heritage House truck was available.  It rained a little every day, but was by no means a wash-out.  The people are friendly, kind, and gentle.  Oh, but their driving!  :)  They are quite daring in their driving - horns honking - moving in all areas of the road.  One sees bicycles, motos, cars, and people walking everywhere.  We did see a few wrecks, but no one was seriously injured - thankfully.  &lt;br /&gt;We ate most meals at the Coco House - a sweet little restaurant in the city.  Three ladies were there to serve us each day - they lived above the restaurant as is common for business owners in the area.  They greeted us each morning with beautiful smiles.  Srey Moi (meaning Girl One - no kidding!) was our main server and she spoke great English.  We were very sad when we had to tell them we would be leaving the next day to begin our trip home.  But we were able to buy a Bible for each of the ladies and give them an additional $20 tip each to thank them for their hospitality while we were there.  Also Lewis asked Vutha to let them know that if they had any questions about the book or about Christianity, they could talk with Pheakedey (I'm not sure I spelled that correctly, but it is pronounced Peck-a-dye, who is Vutha's wife).  Already there is an opportunity for friendship evangelism!  &lt;br /&gt;I know I have much more to tell, but honestly, I'm so tired ;)&lt;br /&gt;I slept 12 hours last night and could already head to bed again and it's only 9:00.&lt;br /&gt;So, I will leave you all for now.  &lt;br /&gt;I promise to send out more information over the next few days and would love to answer any questions anyone may have.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who prayed over our trip - we were effective because your prayers were effective!&lt;br /&gt;With love in the Lord Jesus Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;p.s.  please continue to pray for our team as we adjust to being back in an eastern time zone.  It's very hard to adjust back!  And Katherine is sick with a stuffy nose, cough, stomach upset, 104 fever.  Our doctor friend from church will come by to check on her after work today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-2562646907959474790?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2562646907959474790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=2562646907959474790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2562646907959474790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2562646907959474790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/09/cambodia-trip-part-moi.html' title='Cambodia trip - part Moi'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-8462288301834625470</id><published>2008-08-15T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:15:52.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Christ Also "Remains"</title><content type='html'>Just as we are told to remain in Christ in John 14, I've discovered that&lt;br /&gt;there is a place where Christ "remains" in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Our son has been going through a season of establishing his faith in&lt;br /&gt;his Savior for himself.  What I mean by that is that every one of us&lt;br /&gt;must come to a place where we decide to serve Jesus Christ not&lt;br /&gt;because our parents do, but because we as individuals have chosen&lt;br /&gt;that we will serve Him all our days.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew said to his dad and I last night that he is glad he's "made&lt;br /&gt;that decision before he goes off to college."  That brought a smile to&lt;br /&gt;my face.  One because I'm excited for him, and two because I&lt;br /&gt;realize that he'll have to daily make that decision.  Do you think he&lt;br /&gt;knows that yet?  No matter, God is in control in his life.&lt;br /&gt;As I was pondering the last several months in Matthew's life, the Lord&lt;br /&gt;brought to my heart the fact that he's been after his heart.  He has&lt;br /&gt;wanted Matthew's heart and He has been doing what is necessary to&lt;br /&gt;get it.&lt;br /&gt;As I pondered, I had my Bible open in my lap.  When I looked down, I&lt;br /&gt;saw this verse -&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 17:3 "The crucible for silver and the furnace for gold, but the&lt;br /&gt;Lord tests the heart."&lt;br /&gt;It was exciting to me that as my heart pondered the work of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;in my son's heart, the Lord confirmed to me that I was thinking His&lt;br /&gt;thoughts.  Any time I am assured that I am in tune with God's heart,&lt;br /&gt;it is a precious moment!&lt;br /&gt;As I read more scripture pertaining to God testing and proving our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;I came across a verse that I shared with Matthew to encourage him in&lt;br /&gt;this season.&lt;br /&gt;That verse is Malachi 3:3 - and the point of this entry's title.&lt;br /&gt;"He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver; he will purify the Levites&lt;br /&gt;and refine them like gold and silver.  Then the Lord will have men who&lt;br /&gt;will bring offerings in righteousness."&lt;br /&gt;That is what God has been doing in Matthew.  And that is what God will&lt;br /&gt;do in you and me.  He will "sit as a refiner".  The word "sit" means that He&lt;br /&gt;will "remain" in a place as our refiner and purifier.  I know that means&lt;br /&gt;He will fulfill this special place our entire lives.&lt;br /&gt;How do I know that?  Because it will take our entire lives to give ourselves&lt;br /&gt;to Him.  It will take our entire lives to be conformed to the image of&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;Lord, I'm thankful to know that as I remain "in" You, You will "remain" as&lt;br /&gt;a refiner and purifier in my life, making me (a Levite - one who is "joined to"&lt;br /&gt;God) ready to bring offerings in righteousness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-8462288301834625470?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8462288301834625470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=8462288301834625470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8462288301834625470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8462288301834625470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/08/jesus-christ-also-remains.html' title='Jesus Christ Also &quot;Remains&quot;'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-2480303241233967073</id><published>2008-07-23T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:38:53.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remain in Me</title><content type='html'>How many times I have read these words! But I've never truly&lt;br /&gt;understood them - not fully. But lately, the Holy Spirit is causing&lt;br /&gt;the scripture to be so alive in my heart, that I am eager to search&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' words with these new eyes of mine!&lt;br /&gt;In my ongoing study, the Lord opened up to me one more verse -&lt;br /&gt;John 15:4 "Remain in Me and I will remain in you. No branch can&lt;br /&gt;bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear&lt;br /&gt;fruit unless you remain in Me."&lt;br /&gt;"Remain in me" seems to be the key thought in this verse. What&lt;br /&gt;does it mean to "remain" or "abide" in Jesus Christ? Is it simply a&lt;br /&gt;matter of choosing not to turn my back on my faith? No. It's much&lt;br /&gt;more than that.&lt;br /&gt;"Abide" means "to journey, to be kept continually, in reference to time&lt;br /&gt;- to continue to be, to last, to endure."&lt;br /&gt;The word "endure" caught my attention as I remembered that those&lt;br /&gt;who endure to the end will be saved. And indeed, the word is similar&lt;br /&gt;in the original Greek. For "remain", the word is "meno". For "endure",&lt;br /&gt;the word is "hupomeno". So I'm on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;"Hupomeno" is another fascinating word in meaning. It means, "Under&lt;br /&gt;misfortunes and trials to hold fast to one's faith in Jesus Christ / to endure&lt;br /&gt;bravely and calmly ill treatments."&lt;br /&gt;And what does "saved" mean as used in Matthew 24:13 (those who endure&lt;br /&gt;until the end, the same shall be saved). "Sozo" (saved) means "to rescue from&lt;br /&gt;danger or destruction - to save from evils which obstruct the reception of the&lt;br /&gt;Messianic deliverance."&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, "abide" took on new meaning. This picture of the vine and the branch&lt;br /&gt;was a picture of true salvation - of being in Christ and remaining in Christ&lt;br /&gt;until the end. "Abide" has true eternal meaning for the Christian.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that I must abide, remain, endure to the end. How must I, the&lt;br /&gt;"branch", respond while abiding?&lt;br /&gt;No branch can bear fruit by itself... The "branch" or "klema" is a tender and&lt;br /&gt;flexible branch, a vine sprout. I must be tender and flexible as a branch. I must&lt;br /&gt;be willing for the Lord to bend me when necessary. I must be willing to change,&lt;br /&gt;to repent, to listen to His words and obey them. If I'm flexible, I'm a true branch.&lt;br /&gt;When I considered the word "sprout", I had the thought of the sprout being the&lt;br /&gt;same plant as the vine to which it is attached. It has the same DNA, the same&lt;br /&gt;characteristics, the same purpose, the same physical appearance, bears the&lt;br /&gt;same fruit. If that sprout was somehow detached from the vine, it would quickly&lt;br /&gt;die, because all its life-source would be cut off.&lt;br /&gt;Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in Me... Again, without the vine&lt;br /&gt;our source of life is cut off. Life is in us only through the vine - Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;(as we discovered in verses 1-3). If we are not attached to "life", "death" is&lt;br /&gt;working within us.&lt;br /&gt;A branch cannot bear fruit... Cannot is "dunamai", signifying the power of&lt;br /&gt;the Holy Spirit in our lives being removed if we do not "abide". If we do not&lt;br /&gt;abide, not only is there death produced in us, but we have no effectiveness,&lt;br /&gt;no anointing as a Christian in this world.&lt;br /&gt;And I will remain in you... When Jesus said this, He meant "in" you as a fixed,&lt;br /&gt;unmoveable position within us. What a wonderful promise! He will never&lt;br /&gt;leave us nor forsake us, as His word says!&lt;br /&gt;My final thought is focused on the fruit we will bear when we remain in Him.&lt;br /&gt;The fruit, or "karpos", means "to gather fruit into life eternal (as into a granary),&lt;br /&gt;is used in figurative discourse of those who by their labors have fitted souls to&lt;br /&gt;obtain eternal life."&lt;br /&gt;I immediately asked the Lord what a "fitted soul" was. Our "souls" refer to our&lt;br /&gt;mind, our will, our emotions - who we are humanly speaking. Our "fitted souls"&lt;br /&gt;refers to the fruit we bear - the outward proof that we are His - the works we do&lt;br /&gt;that prove our salvation - that we are a true branch attached to the Vine.&lt;br /&gt;Our salvation is begun by faith in Jesus Christ. Our faith in Jesus Christ is&lt;br /&gt;then proved to be real by the fruit we bear - our works prove that we are His.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are bearing fruit have "fitted souls" - they "bear fruit".&lt;br /&gt;Are you a true branch?  Check to see that you are bearing eternal fruit....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-2480303241233967073?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2480303241233967073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=2480303241233967073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2480303241233967073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2480303241233967073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/07/remain-in-me.html' title='Remain in Me'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-5527418032884847163</id><published>2008-07-21T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:22:08.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Time With the Lord</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, a precious man that I've known almost all my&lt;br /&gt;life came to impart wisdom to the body of Harvest Church. This&lt;br /&gt;man mentored my dad when he pastored a church, laid hands on me&lt;br /&gt;and prophesied the word of the Lord before I went on my first&lt;br /&gt;mission trip in my early 20's. I trust him and I value what he&lt;br /&gt;says - so much so that I made a conscious decision to heed his&lt;br /&gt;words when he told our body we would do well to study the same&lt;br /&gt;three chapters in scripture that he had spent countless hours&lt;br /&gt;studying for himself. If it's good enough for a man who has&lt;br /&gt;walked with the Lord many years, it is good enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;So I've been reading John 14-16. Well, in all honesty, the Lord&lt;br /&gt;would not allow me to move past John 14 for several days. I had&lt;br /&gt;to first internalize the fact that I am "not to let my heart be&lt;br /&gt;troubled." I don't mean just read it - I mean "get" it deep into&lt;br /&gt;my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Today, he allowed me to go to John chapter 15, but I was only&lt;br /&gt;prompted to study the first 3 verses! But what a wealth I found&lt;br /&gt;in those first 3 verses.&lt;br /&gt;I saw that Jesus is the "true vine", and that it is His Father who&lt;br /&gt;is the gardener. It is the Father who prunes the fruitful branches&lt;br /&gt;so that they will bear even more fruit.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that in the Greek, the word for "prunes" is also the same&lt;br /&gt;word for "cleanses". As a matter of fact, the Greek word "Kathairo"&lt;br /&gt;means to cleanse of filth and impurity. So when the Father is pruning&lt;br /&gt;us, He is cleansing us from sin. (Interesting personal note - my oldest&lt;br /&gt;daughter's name is Katherine, which means "pure" - wow...)&lt;br /&gt;The Father is cleansing His Church right now. Have you noticed?&lt;br /&gt;What does the Father use to cleanse us? In verse 3, Jesus says, "You&lt;br /&gt;are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you."&lt;br /&gt;It is His Word that cleanses us. How do I know that?&lt;br /&gt;In Psalm 119:9 His Word says, "We keep our way pure by living&lt;br /&gt;according to His Word."&lt;br /&gt;In John 17:17 His Word says, "We are sanctified by the truth."&lt;br /&gt;God's Word is truth - Jesus Christ is truth.&lt;br /&gt;In Ephesians 5:25, 26 His Word says, "...just as Christ loved the&lt;br /&gt;church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her&lt;br /&gt;by the washing with water through the word, and to present her to&lt;br /&gt;himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other&lt;br /&gt;blemish, but holy and blameless."&lt;br /&gt;He gave Himself up for us, the church, to make us holy - to cleanse&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;Why are we being purified? Is it simply so that we will be clean&lt;br /&gt;or is there purpose in us being clean?&lt;br /&gt;According to I Peter 1:22 through 2:12 (please read for yourself),&lt;br /&gt;In verse 22 - now that you have purified yourselves by obeying the&lt;br /&gt;truth so that you have sincere love for your brothers... love one&lt;br /&gt;another deeply.&lt;br /&gt;We are being purified "so that we will have sincere love for one&lt;br /&gt;another." But does the purpose end there?&lt;br /&gt;No. It does not. If you read the above mentioned passage, you'll&lt;br /&gt;see in chapter 2, verse 9 that we are being purified so that we&lt;br /&gt;may love one another and so that we "may declare the praises of him&lt;br /&gt;who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light."&lt;br /&gt;And in verse 12 - we see the ultimate reason for being cleansed.&lt;br /&gt;"Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse&lt;br /&gt;you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God&lt;br /&gt;on the day he visits us."&lt;br /&gt;ALL of what the Father is doing in cleansing us is to bring glory&lt;br /&gt;to Himself.&lt;br /&gt;So if you are bearing fruit, be cleansed (or pruned) by obeying&lt;br /&gt;His Word. Then you will love your brother. Then the world will&lt;br /&gt;see the glory of the Father, and some will believe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-5527418032884847163?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5527418032884847163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=5527418032884847163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5527418032884847163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5527418032884847163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-time-with-lord.html' title='My Time With the Lord'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-4719875685867777250</id><published>2008-07-14T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:40:01.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College preparation</title><content type='html'>August 23rd is so close!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting excited - yes, I really am.  I know I'll miss&lt;br /&gt;Matthew, but this is the direction of the Lord for his life&lt;br /&gt;so I'm very excited to see what God will do with Matthew&lt;br /&gt;both academically and spiritually over the next four years.&lt;br /&gt;Abigail and I went to Walmart today to buy a few things for&lt;br /&gt;Matthew.  We bought a twin XL sheet set with comforter - &lt;br /&gt;army tan in color - nothing "girly"!  An extra sheet set in &lt;br /&gt;dark teal - looks so nice with the brown.  We got a set of &lt;br /&gt;towels in chocolate brown - 2 bath, 2 hand, and 2 washcloths.  &lt;br /&gt;And we found this really neat laundry bag - heavy duty with a &lt;br /&gt;strap for carrying and a pocket to tuck detergent and softener&lt;br /&gt;into.  &lt;br /&gt;Abigail was joking around that it didn't matter to get him&lt;br /&gt;two laundry bags to separate lights from darks.  She's &lt;br /&gt;convinced that he'll come home with all his clothes the same &lt;br /&gt;color.  I told her that he knows perfectly well how to do &lt;br /&gt;his own laundry and that I expect his clothes will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm more thinking is how often will he wash his clothes, &lt;br /&gt;towels, sheets, etc....  That's part of why I got two sets of&lt;br /&gt;sheets - to remind him that they should be washed!  haha!  &lt;br /&gt;Abigail is also pricing little things to finish decorating&lt;br /&gt;Matthew's room once she moves in.  She's going with a chocolate&lt;br /&gt;brown and sage green color scheme.  Katherine will keep the sage&lt;br /&gt;green and deep purple color scheme in the room the girls share&lt;br /&gt;now.  &lt;br /&gt;There's still a good size list of other things needed.  But we'll&lt;br /&gt;wait until closer to the time - maybe even until the day we move&lt;br /&gt;him.  There's a Super Walmart right down the road for anything it&lt;br /&gt;looks like he'll need once we get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-4719875685867777250?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4719875685867777250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=4719875685867777250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4719875685867777250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4719875685867777250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/07/college-preparation.html' title='College preparation'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-6562072060270847660</id><published>2008-07-11T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:39:48.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Heard?</title><content type='html'>John 5:25 says, "I tell you the truth, a time is coming &lt;br /&gt;and has now come when the dead will hear the voice of&lt;br /&gt;the Son of God and those who hear will live."&lt;br /&gt;This week, during my quiet time, I came across this &lt;br /&gt;verse and it struck my heart in a strong, prophetic&lt;br /&gt;way.  "The dead will hear...  and will live."&lt;br /&gt;What an incredible promise of salvation to those who will&lt;br /&gt;believe!&lt;br /&gt;Come, now is the time to worship&lt;br /&gt;Come, now is the time to give your heart&lt;br /&gt;Come, just as you are to worship&lt;br /&gt;Come, just as you are before your God&lt;br /&gt;Come!&lt;br /&gt;One day every tongue will confess, "You are God!"&lt;br /&gt;One day every knee will bow&lt;br /&gt;Still the greatest treasure remains for those &lt;br /&gt;Who gladly choose You now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-6562072060270847660?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6562072060270847660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=6562072060270847660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6562072060270847660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6562072060270847660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-you-heard.html' title='Have You Heard?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-6405889344560161255</id><published>2008-07-10T12:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:56:10.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official!</title><content type='html'>Katherine and I are going with a team to Cambodia in September.&lt;br /&gt;We are following what we believe to be the Holy Spirit's &lt;br /&gt;confirmation to "go to the other side of the world", now&lt;br /&gt;that it's been ten years since the prophetic word came.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited and nervous!  I'm already praying, fasting, and &lt;br /&gt;continuing my devotional time so that I'll be more ready to&lt;br /&gt;be a blessing when we get there.  &lt;br /&gt;And I'm daily seeking to be filled with the Holy Spirit, so that&lt;br /&gt;He will work through us and we won't be guilty of giving to &lt;br /&gt;anyone out of our flesh.  How worthless that would be!&lt;br /&gt;We have a verse of encouragement from the Lord as we go...&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 19:17 He who is kind to the poor lends to the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;and he will reward him for what he has done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-6405889344560161255?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6405889344560161255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=6405889344560161255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6405889344560161255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6405889344560161255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-6905865500123974215</id><published>2008-07-08T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:50:26.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling safe to be honest...</title><content type='html'>Do I feel safe in being honest because there is probably no one&lt;br /&gt;reading this?  Partially :) - ha!  But what if someone does&lt;br /&gt;read what I've written?  Maybe it will encourage them in their&lt;br /&gt;fears...&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened since we last "talked".  Jeff was praying&lt;br /&gt;a few mornings ago, then mentioned to me that he was asking&lt;br /&gt;the Lord about me going to Cambodia with Katherine.  I want to &lt;br /&gt;go, but I know the trip will not be an easy one.  Am I "up"&lt;br /&gt;for the trip?  Yes, by God's grace, I can do all things.&lt;br /&gt;So now the consideration is for both of us to go.  Jeff &lt;br /&gt;talked to our missionary friend to ask if a middle-aged woman&lt;br /&gt;and a 15 year old girl would be of benefit to him in Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Yes!".  As a matter of fact, he said they'd been &lt;br /&gt;praying that an older lady would go to help with the younger&lt;br /&gt;girls and their adjustments outside the country - among other &lt;br /&gt;things. &lt;br /&gt;So, am I (are we) going?&lt;br /&gt;We don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;We just came back from Honduras and will not be sending out &lt;br /&gt;support letters AGAIN.  So if we're to go, the Lord will have&lt;br /&gt;to show us from where the money will come.&lt;br /&gt;The last trip was about $6,000 for the four of us that went.&lt;br /&gt;This one will be about $4,000 for just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;The money doesn't concern me as much as the very long&lt;br /&gt;plane ride does - 20-something hours in the air.  I do not&lt;br /&gt;sleep on planes...  so I was awake last night for a good while&lt;br /&gt;considering not sleeping on the plane - silly, I know!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well - if it is the Lord's plan that we make this trip, He &lt;br /&gt;will confirm it.&lt;br /&gt;So I wait...&lt;br /&gt;Will you please help us pray?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-6905865500123974215?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6905865500123974215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=6905865500123974215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6905865500123974215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/6905865500123974215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-safe-to-be-honest.html' title='Feeling safe to be honest...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-8912173989975683083</id><published>2008-07-03T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:45:17.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My heart is unsure...&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of your kids is sometimes hard, sometimes a &lt;br /&gt;little easier.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm faced with something that is harder for me.&lt;br /&gt;Our daughter Katherine came to Jeff and me last night&lt;br /&gt;and asked us to pray about something with her.  She &lt;br /&gt;wants to make a trip to Cambodia in September with a &lt;br /&gt;team from our church.  She wants to submit to our &lt;br /&gt;authority as parents.  It wasn't my 15 year old &lt;br /&gt;daughter that we talked to last night.  It was a young&lt;br /&gt;woman who is called of God and passionate for seeing&lt;br /&gt;others serve Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;We've known for years that the call of God was on her &lt;br /&gt;life in the area of evangelism and missions.  I'd just&lt;br /&gt;hoped she'd be older before she left the country &lt;br /&gt;without me!&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up a little.  At the age of 5, Katherine&lt;br /&gt;came to me.  I was reading my Bible, having my daily&lt;br /&gt;devotional time with the Lord.  Usually the kids knew&lt;br /&gt;not to interrupt, but truth is that when they're little&lt;br /&gt;they do interrupt.  And if we're good parents, we smile&lt;br /&gt;and listen to them, knowing that an interruption is no&lt;br /&gt;big thing to God.&lt;br /&gt;She came into the room with an announcement.  "Mom." she &lt;br /&gt;said, "In ten years, I'm going to the other side of the &lt;br /&gt;world as a missionary."  She was FIVE, so I started to &lt;br /&gt;dismiss her with a laugh.  But the Holy Spirit stopped&lt;br /&gt;me short, telling me to listen to what she was saying&lt;br /&gt;because she was prophesying.  So we went to the globe&lt;br /&gt;and looked together to see what was on "the other side&lt;br /&gt;of the world."  I saw China.  But as I looked at a map&lt;br /&gt;of Cambodia again this morning, guess what I noticed?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Cambodia is directly south of China.  Cambodia is &lt;br /&gt;on the "other side of the world".&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...  I'm not sure I'm ready for this.  I know and&lt;br /&gt;trust the missionary she would be traveling with, but &lt;br /&gt;she seems so young.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, not my will, but Yours.  She is yours after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-8912173989975683083?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8912173989975683083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=8912173989975683083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8912173989975683083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/8912173989975683083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-heart-is-unsure.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-5672108559526398819</id><published>2008-07-01T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:00:24.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am NOT losing my mind... I hope... :)&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know I had surgery April 15th - a hysterectomy.&lt;br /&gt;It took me about 7 weeks plus to begin to feel better physically.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, I was concerned that my health would not&lt;br /&gt;be at full strength for a recent mission trip to Honduras with a&lt;br /&gt;team from my church. But God, always faithful, saw fit to give&lt;br /&gt;me renewed strength and health just days before our team left.&lt;br /&gt;But what about my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Ha! It's still a little "foggy". Is it premenopause? Is it stress?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a busy life? Probably "yes" to all.&lt;br /&gt;A friend recently pointed out to me that my mental state is&lt;br /&gt;probably also being affected by the fact that my 17 year old son&lt;br /&gt;will be leaving to go to college on August 23rd. Leaving... gone...&lt;br /&gt;I haven't wrapped my mind around that one yet.&lt;br /&gt;I know he's ready. I know he has heard the Lord on where he is&lt;br /&gt;to go to college, and Jeff and I are both confident this is the time&lt;br /&gt;and the place for Matthew's continued physical and spiritual&lt;br /&gt;education. I'm excited for him.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I haven't come to terms yet with the fact that my&lt;br /&gt;first-born is leaving home. He is going away and will become&lt;br /&gt;the young man God has called him to be. And I will miss him.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss his smile, his hugs, his silly humor, his gentle way, and&lt;br /&gt;yes, even his aggravating arguing...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure his leaving won't fully hit my heart and mind until we come&lt;br /&gt;home Saturday afternoon after having moved all his possessions into&lt;br /&gt;his dorm room.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay busy, I'm sure. I have my husband to hang out with. I'm one&lt;br /&gt;step closer to it being just the two of us, which I do look forward to in&lt;br /&gt;many ways.&lt;br /&gt;I have two more children at home who are in a season of very much&lt;br /&gt;needing their mom - my two girls who are almost 13 and 16.&lt;br /&gt;And as we laugh and say often "WE are best friends!"&lt;br /&gt;But the adjustment will be strange. They will miss Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss him. Jeff will miss him.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back with all of you along about November to let you know&lt;br /&gt;how the family is adjusting to having one less member living&lt;br /&gt;here - and to let you know how Abigail and Katherine are&lt;br /&gt;enjoying each having their own room for the first time ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-5672108559526398819?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5672108559526398819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=5672108559526398819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5672108559526398819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/5672108559526398819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-not-losing-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-572996707561402843</id><published>2008-01-29T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:27:43.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice Always?</title><content type='html'>Philippians 4:4-9 says this:  Rejoice in the Lord always.  I will say it&lt;br /&gt;again:  Rejoice!  Let your gentleness be evident to all.  The Lord is&lt;br /&gt;near.  Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer&lt;br /&gt;and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.&lt;br /&gt;And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard&lt;br /&gt;your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right,&lt;br /&gt;whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if&lt;br /&gt;anything is excellent or praise-worthy - think about such things.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me&lt;br /&gt;- put it into practice.  And the God of peace will be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is deep meaning in the above portion of scripture.  There are so&lt;br /&gt;many facets of revelation there.  But I'll keep it simple. &lt;br /&gt;My husband is in Florida at a Christian leadership conference with&lt;br /&gt;several men from our church.  He hadn't been gone any time at all&lt;br /&gt;when the "fun" began!  First of all, our youngest was all stuffy from&lt;br /&gt;a cold.  That's minor enough - no problem.  She rested all day Monday&lt;br /&gt;and as of this afternoon felt well enough (or at least convinced herself&lt;br /&gt;she was well enough) to go to her afternoon dance classes (nope, no&lt;br /&gt;snow or ice today... ;). &lt;br /&gt;Last night on the way to take Katherine to dance class (remember&lt;br /&gt;that Abigail was at home with a cold), my van started making a&lt;br /&gt;strange noise.  By the time I dropped Katherine off, drove to my&lt;br /&gt;sister's house for a visit, then left to pick Katherine up, it was&lt;br /&gt;obvious that there were serious problems with my brakes.&lt;br /&gt;Why do these things happen when our husbands are gone?!&lt;br /&gt;We don't make a deposit until Friday and we have enough for&lt;br /&gt;some groceries and gas - no money there for brake repairs.&lt;br /&gt;As I drove - making sure not to follow too closely - toward home,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to decide what to do.  Who could I call?  My dad is also in FL,&lt;br /&gt;so that wasn't an option.  I decided to call my son Matthew, ask him&lt;br /&gt;to meet me at our auto repair shop, then take us to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;I also happened to remember that my mom had an extra car since&lt;br /&gt;my dad isn't home - perfect!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make a long story short...  I was unsettled over the van&lt;br /&gt;repairs.  Jeff called right when we got home and told me not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;He said he'd call the repair shop and ask them to fix the van and see&lt;br /&gt;if they'd be willing to wait for payment until he gets home on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;He called back a little while later after having prayed and asked the Lord&lt;br /&gt;for a word for me.  Philippians 4:4-9 was the word.  And it was right&lt;br /&gt;on target.&lt;br /&gt;I had already been thanking the Lord for His provision - telling Him&lt;br /&gt;that I trusted Him - that I knew He knew our circumstances, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Then I read to REJOICE!!  ALWAYS, no less!! &lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  My van was fixed by 12:30 today.  Someone from the&lt;br /&gt;repair shop drove it home for me.  AND they will gladly wait for&lt;br /&gt;payment until Friday.  The only sad part is that it will cost 500&lt;br /&gt;whopping dollars!  I'll need to tighten up the budget for February.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is true - truth is what happened was not serious.  We're&lt;br /&gt;all safe.  We're all fine.  We have everything (and more than) we need!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-572996707561402843?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/572996707561402843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=572996707561402843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/572996707561402843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/572996707561402843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/01/rejoice-always.html' title='Rejoice Always?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-2939748919393407808</id><published>2008-01-24T15:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:28:00.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Star's Death</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday night, my girls and I were out to dinner when one of them&lt;br /&gt;asked me who Heath Ledger was.  I said that he was an actor, then&lt;br /&gt;asked why they wanted to know.  My daughter said, "He's dead."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "No way!" and turned around to look at the TV.  Sure enough,&lt;br /&gt;dead.  Why would the death of a person I've never met so disturb me?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I know nothing about his life - nothing about who he really was.&lt;br /&gt;I saw him when he acted in the movie A Knight's Tale. &lt;br /&gt;I chose NOT to see him when he acted in Brokeback Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Who was this young man?&lt;br /&gt;He was 28 years old, and as of Tuesday afternoon, he entered the rest&lt;br /&gt;of eternity...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where he's spending the rest of his existence?&lt;br /&gt;That's probably why I was so immediately disturbed. &lt;br /&gt;We have every opportunity to make the choice to accept or reject&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ - while on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;Once death has come, no more choices are available to us.&lt;br /&gt;What were his choices?&lt;br /&gt;Where is he today?&lt;br /&gt;I grieve to think...&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, I'm concerned for the eternal destiny of those&lt;br /&gt;around me.  Yes, Christians sometimes become unconcerned&lt;br /&gt;with the death of those around them.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the fact that Jeff and I have been preparing to host&lt;br /&gt;an Alpha course in our home.  Alpha is a course designed to offer&lt;br /&gt;a meal, then a "movie" that answers the questions that all of us&lt;br /&gt;ask about life.  Alpha presents the Gospel of Jesus Christ in a way&lt;br /&gt;that those who are seeking may find the answers they've been&lt;br /&gt;looking for.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it was a cry I heard in my spirit, because the Spirit of God&lt;br /&gt;was grieved at his death.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, I'm still upset over his death. &lt;br /&gt;And I wonder - is anyone around him asking the same questions&lt;br /&gt;about eternity?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone there to comfort his family with true comfort; that&lt;br /&gt;which comes from God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-2939748919393407808?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2939748919393407808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=2939748919393407808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2939748919393407808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2939748919393407808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/01/stars-death.html' title='A Star&apos;s Death'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-2599344009099247607</id><published>2008-01-23T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:54:17.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Off?</title><content type='html'>It may appear as if I'm filling up my blog all in one day&lt;br /&gt;with post after post.  The truth is I'm playing catch-up.  I got the&lt;br /&gt;idea to start a blog on Tuesday, and posted the two previous blogs&lt;br /&gt;on my church's ladies' e-mail cafe. &lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this next story to my friend Elaine, who has been praying&lt;br /&gt;that it would snow so I could have a day off from life.  Elaine, the Lord&lt;br /&gt;answered - though not in the way you prayed. &lt;br /&gt;We had icy roads in town yesterday, so I didn't leave the house at 9:00&lt;br /&gt;like I was planning to - like I do every Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;I'm a mom who home schools her three children.  Matthew is 17 - a&lt;br /&gt;senior who is preparing to go away to college in August; Katherine is 15&lt;br /&gt;- a sophomore; Abigail is 12 - 7th grade.&lt;br /&gt;Both my girls dance at a local studio.  So on Mondays, Tuesdays and&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays, I'm Mrs. Taxi for them back and forth. &lt;br /&gt;Katherine teaches dance at the studio all morning and early afternoon&lt;br /&gt;on Tuesday.  She also teaches two classes at our church on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;nights before youth meeting. &lt;br /&gt;I lead worship in my church twice a month and have a Thursday night&lt;br /&gt;practice for that.&lt;br /&gt;What that means is I'm running Monday through Thursday with little&lt;br /&gt;time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;So Elaine prayed that we'd get some snow so I'd have a day off.  She even&lt;br /&gt;bought a tea-light candle holder for me that has the word "snow" at the back.&lt;br /&gt;I joked with her asking if I should light the candles and pray at the "altar&lt;br /&gt;of snow". &lt;br /&gt;I guess I accidentally prayed at the "altar of ice"!  All classes were&lt;br /&gt;canceled yesterday, so the girls and I ate dinner out at Gondolier,&lt;br /&gt;rented two movies and laughed ourselves silly (after my doctor appt.)&lt;br /&gt;One movie, Sydney White, was sappy, silly, stupid, but a total crack-up!&lt;br /&gt;The other one was not such a big hit with us - The Nanny Diaries.&lt;br /&gt;It was a snoozer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-2599344009099247607?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2599344009099247607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=2599344009099247607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2599344009099247607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/2599344009099247607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-off.html' title='A Day Off?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-4097280701402470464</id><published>2008-01-23T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:23:13.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Premenopausal Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre class="WMmessagebody"&gt;Since last Friday, I've been experiencing moderate pressure,&lt;br /&gt;discomfort and sometimes pain in my entire pelvic area.&lt;br /&gt;I ran the check list - bladder infection?  No.  Yeast&lt;br /&gt;infection?  Maybe, but this is not normal.  I wonder if&lt;br /&gt;my uterus has finally decided to "flip out" on me?!&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough.  I made an appointment with my ever faithful and&lt;br /&gt;well-beloved Nurse Practitioner, for yesterday at 2:00.&lt;br /&gt;She did a urine culture - no infection.  I was right.&lt;br /&gt;She did an exam...&lt;br /&gt;Maria, your cervix appears to be tilted and it also appears&lt;br /&gt;from my examination that your uterus has flopped on its side&lt;br /&gt;and is lying on top of your bladder.&lt;br /&gt;I had wondered if that was indeed the kind of thing that was&lt;br /&gt;happening.&lt;br /&gt;After the exam, I was in more pain that ever - so I took some&lt;br /&gt;Ibuprofen. I think we made things "angry" in there with the&lt;br /&gt;exam.  My NP will be making an appointment for me at St.&lt;br /&gt;Mary's North to have an ultrasound of the area to confirm what&lt;br /&gt;she thinks is happening.  She has already made an appointment&lt;br /&gt;for me with Dr. M.  The only problem is that the earliest they&lt;br /&gt;could get me in is March 17th.  My first thoughts were -&lt;br /&gt;you're telling me that I will feel this way for the next two&lt;br /&gt;months?!  Lord, I need to get this stuff taken care of sooner,&lt;br /&gt;please!  My NP offered me muscle relaxers - I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;she offers, because she knows me well and even guesses at what&lt;br /&gt;my response will be - "no thank you".&lt;br /&gt;She said she knows there is a surgery where they can create a&lt;br /&gt;sling to hold up the bladder, but she doesn't know if there is&lt;br /&gt;such a thing for the uterus.  She said the only solution she&lt;br /&gt;knows of is a hysterectomy.  I asked her if that&lt;br /&gt;meant I could keep my ovaries and not go on hormones&lt;br /&gt;(she knows how I feel about that too!).  She said that's&lt;br /&gt;exactly what it means.  I expressed to her how nice it would be&lt;br /&gt;to go ahead and end this pre-menopausal stuff if that was the&lt;br /&gt;solution that looked best.&lt;br /&gt;So Jamie, Angel, Mom, Ann - forgive me for not remembering&lt;br /&gt;everyone - I may join you in the "missing parts" department soon.&lt;br /&gt;My plan is to wait to see what appointment they get for me at&lt;br /&gt;St. Mary's, then I'll be calling Dr. M and asking them to put&lt;br /&gt;me on a cancellation list.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray we can take care of this sooner.&lt;br /&gt;If the pressure, discomfort, pain wasn't constant - I mean to&lt;br /&gt;the point of keeping me awake at night - I'd wait.  I can't&lt;br /&gt;imagine waiting 2 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-4097280701402470464?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4097280701402470464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=4097280701402470464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4097280701402470464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/4097280701402470464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/01/premenopausal-health.html' title='Premenopausal Health'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1583920081069685755.post-3842842903352745443</id><published>2008-01-23T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:55:11.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy becomes a man</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre class="WMmessagebody"&gt;Yesterday was an adventure, wasn't it!&lt;br /&gt;And all of you were there with me.&lt;br /&gt;There in my disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;There in my fears.&lt;br /&gt;There in my reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;Each of you took part in confirming and reassuring&lt;br /&gt;me that the Lord has the heart of my son,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm so thankful that I decided to be vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;and share with you when my heart was hurting.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord confirmed through all of you, as&lt;br /&gt;well as through my devotional time with Him&lt;br /&gt;that He is pruning Matthew's heart.&lt;br /&gt;That is reassuring to his mom!&lt;br /&gt;Liz, I love that you shared about your brother -&lt;br /&gt;about the fact that he was probably secretly glad&lt;br /&gt;that someone "caught" him.  You're right.&lt;br /&gt;When we're doing what we know not to do,&lt;br /&gt;we always feel guilty, hoping that someone will stop us.&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time no person will stop us.  Most of the&lt;br /&gt;time we struggle alone with the Lord over issues.&lt;br /&gt;We want to be free, but we don't always see the way out.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, the game Matthew was playing the last&lt;br /&gt;couple of weeks was not an RPG, although he&lt;br /&gt;admitted to us that he would still like to play them.&lt;br /&gt;His dad and I told him last night that our convictions&lt;br /&gt;differ on that.  Jeff, with my agreement, has&lt;br /&gt;lifted the video game ban.  WHAT?!  You may be thinking&lt;br /&gt;we're nuts. Well, the time has come for Matthew to start&lt;br /&gt;being free to make more of his own choices.&lt;br /&gt;There are still some things that are givens in this house.&lt;br /&gt;He will keep his room clean, he will keep up with the&lt;br /&gt;dishwasher, he will go to church (and he assured us that&lt;br /&gt;would be no problem as he really wants to be there!), and&lt;br /&gt;he will be kind to his family.&lt;br /&gt;It's a stretching season for all of us as we let go of a boy&lt;br /&gt;who is becoming a man.  The man will not look the way I think&lt;br /&gt;he should look - not today, maybe not ever.&lt;br /&gt;But will he look the way the Lord wants him to?&lt;br /&gt;That is what I'll be praying for as Matthew learns to wrestle&lt;br /&gt;things out for himself.&lt;br /&gt;Will he go to Bryan College in August?  Yes, he will.&lt;br /&gt;Will he succeed?  I pray he does!  I think he will.&lt;br /&gt;Even with my heart shaking, I believe the Lord has said&lt;br /&gt;this is the time and the season and the place that our&lt;br /&gt;son is to be released to.&lt;br /&gt;Is he totally ready?  Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;But will the Lord make him ready?  I have to believe He will.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?!  All of you remember that Matthew's job is&lt;br /&gt;at Freedom in Christ Ministries.  As part of him working for&lt;br /&gt;them, they are going to connect him with a mentor who will take&lt;br /&gt;him through the 7 Steps of Freedom.  If that is not God's&lt;br /&gt;timing, I don't know what is!  We've told him, and he's more&lt;br /&gt;than ready, to initiate that with his boss today.  To let them&lt;br /&gt;know he wants to begin that asap.  Jeff will even call and speak&lt;br /&gt;with the office president if needed to get the proper paperwork&lt;br /&gt;completed.&lt;br /&gt;Since Matthew is not 18, we have to sign permission for&lt;br /&gt;him to be mentored and taken through the counseling.&lt;br /&gt;They have chosen a man in his 60's to mentor Matthew, and&lt;br /&gt;we're SO excited about that!&lt;br /&gt;It's all coming into place.&lt;br /&gt;Will I still freak out from time to time?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will.&lt;br /&gt;Will you all calm me down and remind me of God's faithfulness?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know you will!&lt;br /&gt;Will Matthew be successful in his walk with God?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;Choosing trust,&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1583920081069685755-3842842903352745443?l=elcmaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3842842903352745443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1583920081069685755&amp;postID=3842842903352745443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/3842842903352745443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1583920081069685755/posts/default/3842842903352745443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elcmaria.blogspot.com/2008/01/boy-becomes-man.html' title='The boy becomes a man'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157250333532470087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZE1M8-x6kU/S8jCjh2S_XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vRVBiO8RyzY/S220/IMG_0314.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
