<?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-2965050926266396931</id><updated>2012-02-07T22:13:49.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>smiling out loud</title><subtitle type='html'>The enemy has come to steal, kill, and destroy.  But Jesus came to give us life... and give it to the full.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-4335987910547289533</id><published>2011-10-18T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:32:37.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what does heaven smell like...</title><content type='html'>I don't do this often, but my friend Sarah wrote something that was SO inspired that I want to share it here. &amp;nbsp;Not only do I want to send you to her page, but I put the blog on here. &amp;nbsp;Please read. &amp;nbsp;It's some good stuff... (bold and italics added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Peter and I got married while I was still in College. &amp;nbsp;He had graduated from Seminary and I had a few years left, so he found a job at a little Presbyterian Church down a winding road twenty minutes from Asbury. &amp;nbsp;Those people became some of our dearest friends and to this day, when we are feeling discouraged or disoriented in our lives, we seek out those friends who have loved us and encouraged us and cheered for us relentlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;This morning I was thinking of a dear lady, Sally, who went to be with Jesus earlier this year. &amp;nbsp;Let me tell you about Sally. &amp;nbsp;She was spunky. &amp;nbsp;She was a little thing . . . so little that her husband, Whitney, built her a little stool so she could sit in the pew at church and rest her feet on something. &amp;nbsp;She was a teacher to her core-- it didn't matter that she hadn't officially taught for years-- she was always teaching. &amp;nbsp;If you've heard Peter preach, you'll notice he doesn't end his sentences in a preposition. &amp;nbsp;That's because Sally took him aside one Sunday after he preached and taught him the proper grammar his Preaching Professors had overlooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Most of all, Sally loved Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;One summer, Crawford (a little boy then, now a college freshman!) came up to Peter and asked him a question. &amp;nbsp;"Mr. Peter," he said, "What does Heaven smell like?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postContentToggle" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 1.4em; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; width: 320px;"&gt;&lt;h4 class="post-title" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://psdamaska.blogspot.com/2011/10/smell-of-heaven.html" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0) !important; font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none !important; width: auto;"&gt;"The Smell of Heaven."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cpost-container" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 1.2em; padding-right: 2.5em; padding-top: 3.9em;"&gt;&lt;div id="cpost-display" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; width: 303px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" style="padding-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband so much, because he took that question seriously. &amp;nbsp;He didn't laugh it off as some childish inquiry. &amp;nbsp;He researched it and sat Crawford down and really talked to him about it. &amp;nbsp;For some reason, that question has always stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about what Heaven smells like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. &amp;nbsp;To one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life. &amp;nbsp;And who is equal to such a task?" 2 Corinthians 2:15-16&lt;br /&gt;Sally once told me the story of a lady she went to visit weekly. &amp;nbsp;The lady wasn't too keen on Sally coming to visit her, but Sally was part of a group of people in her "Winter Church" in Florida that would go out to care for those who couldn't get out on their own. &amp;nbsp;The lady would hardly talk to Sally and was very bitter and hardened by life. &amp;nbsp;Week after week, Sally would go to her house and sit with her, but it didn't seem to be doing any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one week, Sally bought some lotion. &amp;nbsp;She went to her woman's house and asked her, "Would you mind if I rub some of this lotion into your hands?" &amp;nbsp;The lady nodded, and so Sally proceeded to rub her gnarled hand with her lotion. &amp;nbsp;Each week, she'd ask the same question, "Would you mind if I rub some lotion into your hands?" and each week she'd gently work the lotion into those hands. &amp;nbsp;Slowly, the woman became a friend to Sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally was the aroma of Christ. &amp;nbsp;She was the fragrance of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we need that fragrance in our lives!? &amp;nbsp;If I'm going to heal from this grief, I have to have others surrounding me, rubbing the healing balm of Jesus into my soul. &amp;nbsp;I need encouragement and prayers and simple reminders that I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it can't stop there. &amp;nbsp;Because if I'm going to heal, I also need to be that fragrance to others. &amp;nbsp;Reaching out to the downtrodden and tired, weak and weary. &amp;nbsp;This grace I've received is not only for me to take and hoard-- it is a gift to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So what does Heaven smell like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it smells like us-- you and I-- doing this walk of life together.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It's the hurt caring for the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It's the obedience in answering the small whispers from Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It's giving when I feel like I have nothing to give.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It's pushing away the pride and allowing others to encourage my heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It smells like lotion from the hands of one to the hands of another.&lt;br /&gt;It smells like Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. &amp;nbsp;To one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life. &amp;nbsp;And who is equal to such a task?" 2 Corinthians 2:15-16&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2965050926266396931-4335987910547289533?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4335987910547289533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-does-heaven-smell-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4335987910547289533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4335987910547289533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-does-heaven-smell-like.html' title='what does heaven smell like...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-8236169286986109462</id><published>2011-09-11T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T14:37:17.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>for everyone</title><content type='html'>Jesus came for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One scripture that has been going through my mind lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9bc3d5; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4b5d67;"&gt;Jesus said: “Come to Me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4b5d67;"&gt; who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.&amp;nbsp; Take My yoke upon you, and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart; and YOU SHALL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS.&amp;nbsp; For My yoke is easy, and My load is light”. Matthew 11:28-29.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9bc3d5; color: #4b5d67; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4b5d67; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Jesus didn't say that he would give SOME people rest. &amp;nbsp;He didn't say he would give only those that deserve it rest. &amp;nbsp;Shoot... Jesus, didn't come to heal the healthy.... he came to heal the sick. &amp;nbsp;He said, &amp;nbsp;"I will give you rest." &amp;nbsp;That's anyone! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;In trying to glorify God I want to be like him. &amp;nbsp;his yoke is easy, and his load is light. &amp;nbsp;I pray that every morning.... &amp;nbsp;that he will give me his rest; &amp;nbsp;I pray that he will remind me throughout the day that HE has already taken my burdens. &amp;nbsp;I love him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;I serve a mighty God. &amp;nbsp;I reach out to people because of my joy in Christ. &amp;nbsp;I pray for people often. &amp;nbsp;I love people out of my love from Christ... he has enabled me! &amp;nbsp;And, he has enabled you! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9bc3d5; color: #4b5d67; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4b5d67; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Galations 5:1 says, "It was for freedom that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christ set us free&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;; therefore, keep standing firm and do not be subject again to a yoke of slavery."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-8236169286986109462?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8236169286986109462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8236169286986109462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8236169286986109462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-everyone.html' title='for everyone'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-1875448840719301608</id><published>2011-09-04T22:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T22:42:34.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Steven Curtis Chapman - Do Everything (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Story of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's where I'm at. &amp;nbsp;100%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FEqdDdvFXZ0?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-1875448840719301608?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1875448840719301608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/09/steven-curtis-chapman-do-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/1875448840719301608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/1875448840719301608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/09/steven-curtis-chapman-do-everything.html' title='Steven Curtis Chapman - Do Everything (Lyrics)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FEqdDdvFXZ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-3380855771067114008</id><published>2011-09-04T22:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T22:21:44.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM THE GOD THAT HEALETH THEE - Don Moen (With Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Praying for a friend tonight and thought of this song.  It's super old, but I believe, super annointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gk1qqoQ7J-Q?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, it was around the same time that I saw this picture in my email...&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/-m4esKc14MA0/TmQyHElDPMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QkRP4-4vXGk/s1600/surgery.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m4esKc14MA0/TmQyHElDPMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QkRP4-4vXGk/s320/surgery.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I thought... Do I allow God to heal the wounds in my own life as easily as my son allowed his grammy to heal the wounds in his teddy bear?  Well, he was a bit resistant... he never did end up letting her fix his teddies ear.  So, maybe we are a lot like my son.  As I look at this picture I remind myself to let go and let God... he is our Healer!  and he is Good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-3380855771067114008?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3380855771067114008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-god-that-healeth-thee-don-moen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3380855771067114008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3380855771067114008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-god-that-healeth-thee-don-moen.html' title='I AM THE GOD THAT HEALETH THEE - Don Moen (With Lyrics)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gk1qqoQ7J-Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-4783394598229565452</id><published>2011-08-31T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T14:55:00.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING'S GONNA CHANGE MY LOVE FOR YOU (with lyrics) - GEORGE BENSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tr97MQiqW38?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my husband... love him so much :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-4783394598229565452?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4783394598229565452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/nothings-gonna-change-my-love-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4783394598229565452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4783394598229565452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/nothings-gonna-change-my-love-for-you.html' title='NOTHING&apos;S GONNA CHANGE MY LOVE FOR YOU (with lyrics) - 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I am not sure why - I mean - it isn't cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tha..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-5226927020987033700?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://bigfaithtobiglife.blogspot.com/2011/08/2-years.html?spref=bl' title='Big Lives: 2+ years'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5226927020987033700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/big-lives-2-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5226927020987033700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5226927020987033700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/big-lives-2-years.html' title='Big Lives: 2+ years'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-5550985135602216216</id><published>2011-08-15T23:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:19:44.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youthguyerik.wordpress.com/2011/08/16/evangelists-with-dirty-hands/"&gt;http://youthguyerik.wordpress.com/2011/08/16/evangelists-with-dirty-hands/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-5550985135602216216?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5550985135602216216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/dirty-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5550985135602216216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5550985135602216216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/dirty-hands.html' title='dirty hands'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-2139318210074227799</id><published>2011-08-15T00:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T00:32:36.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&amp;nbsp;it's the blog on running the race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-6934773606110758988?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6934773606110758988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/please-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6934773606110758988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6934773606110758988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/08/please-read.html' title='please read'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-8733648999109857470</id><published>2011-08-08T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:41:24.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an insatiable love</title><content type='html'>that's a pretty good description of my love for Jesus. &amp;nbsp;it can't be put out. &amp;nbsp;it doesn't dim over time. &amp;nbsp;i love him. &amp;nbsp;a lot. &amp;nbsp;insatiably. &amp;nbsp;i am thankful for resources that He has put in my life such as devotionals from Biblegateway that come just when i need them to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the last 24 hours i've been praying. &amp;nbsp;a lot. &amp;nbsp;and, i was SO happy and blessed to get the following email today. &amp;nbsp;it helped me come to peace with some things. &amp;nbsp;i do love Jesus. &amp;nbsp;check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Prayer that Changed My Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.lists.biblegateway.com/?qs=2f39a5745934fc99beff450d8672e15ebb654bde9ed1b447f830fa82f51cec95" style="color: #1c89a0;" target="_blank"&gt;Wendy Pope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://click.lists.biblegateway.com/?qs=2f39a5745934fc99a6fe07e9d385d9345e9430a63147e52a05f67bbce6b8f172" style="color: #0000cc;" target="_blank"&gt;Ephesians 3:20&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(NIV)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Twenty-two thousand women sat on the edge of their seats as the teacher standing center stage asked, "Do you want to have an insatiable love for Jesus?" Her words hung in the air. Then she answered, "Pray to. If you want an insatiable love for Jesus, then pray to."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Scrambling to find my pen and struggling to spell the word insatiable, I wrote these simple yet powerful words in my conference notebook. The words stung my heart. As they fell from her lips, I knew this was a love for Jesus I did not have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;What I did have was church membership, a lot of church service, and some love. While Jesus was my Savior, something was missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I realized I had asked Jesus to be my Savior but not allowed Him to be my Lord. I loved Him for what He did but not for who He was. At age 34, I wanted to cry out this "pray to" prayer. But I wondered, "What must God think of me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Service to Him had been my life. Dedication to my church was paramount. But love? How could I not&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;love Jesus? Certainly He would be disinclined to hear such an elementary prayer from a grown woman who'd been a Christian much of her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;My thoughts were misguided. It was a prayer God wanted to answer immeasurably more than I could think or imagine. He wanted me to have an insatiable love for Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;The speaker's challenge that day became a lifestyle of prayer for me. Over time the emptiness in my heart was filled with a love for Jesus I had never known. My heart not only praised Him for what He had done in my life, but now loved Him for who He was: my Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;My obedience and service started to flow from a heart of love instead of duty. Lies that once shaped my life and negative feelings about myself where shattered by the honesty and power of His Word. The security of knowing Him as Lord gave me what I had been looking for my whole life. I found freedom in knowing who I am and courage to live like it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;The promise and power of today's key verse proved faithful in my life, changing me forever. Today, I want to challenge and invite you the same.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Do you want to love Jesus with an insatiable love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;If you want to, then pray to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Humble yourself before the Lord and ask Him to help you love Him. He will give you immeasurably more than you can imagine. Over time the emptiness in your heart will be filled with a love for Jesus you have never known. Your heart will praise Him for what He has done and for who He is-your Lord. If you want to, pray to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord, I want to love You with an insatiable love. Answer my prayer immeasurably more than I can think of or imagine. In Jesus' Name, Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I don't know if anyone that reads my blog needed to hear something like this today, but it was so powerful in my life i thought i'd share it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Be blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Melis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-8733648999109857470?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8733648999109857470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-6654484911894414687</id><published>2011-07-26T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T13:30:50.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qz6wxZ2qCZM/TgpbWyqk7lI/AAAAAAAAAoE/pvOcmknaSYw/s400/howard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good quote from Howard Schultz's new book "Onward"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-6654484911894414687?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6654484911894414687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qz6wxZ2qCZM/TgpbWyqk7lI/AAAAAAAAAoE/pvOcmknaSYw/s72-c/howard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-297116535154685398</id><published>2011-07-18T09:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T09:50:32.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>you may have noticed it too. &amp;nbsp;someone pointed it out last night. &amp;nbsp;i have this desire to study together. &amp;nbsp;and, when it doesn't work i just quit. &amp;nbsp;well, i don't really quit. &amp;nbsp;i just move on to things that work better for me. &amp;nbsp;i have been gifted with faith and encouragement. &amp;nbsp;i have a huge amount of belief in God and the things that He is doing, and it comes so easy for me. &amp;nbsp;i don't say that to brag, but to just let you know where i'm at. &amp;nbsp;and, i love giving encouragement. &amp;nbsp;that also comes easier for me because of my strong faith. &amp;nbsp;back to my original point. &amp;nbsp;i like to study together. &amp;nbsp;but, it's not easy for me to stay in one spot (in scripture) if i'm not doing it with someone. &amp;nbsp;if i'm just doing my relationship with God on my own there is so much encouragement in scripture and through people and things that i just have to move around... &amp;nbsp;and, i don't usually finish the "study" if i'm doing it on my own. &amp;nbsp;it works better for me to go where i get the encouragement from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hilarious* &amp;nbsp;conversation i just had with mazerick :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;side conversation="" had="" i="" just="" maz="" note="" with=""&gt;&lt;/side&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he keeps falling on me as i'm sitting here on the couch and i said, "i don't know what i'm going to do with you." &amp;nbsp;and he says while laughing.... "what? &amp;nbsp;gonna put me in the garage sale?" &amp;nbsp;i laughed. &amp;nbsp;and he was like, "you know you don't want to get rid of me." &amp;nbsp;and i said of course not. &amp;nbsp;mind you the whole time we're laughing. &amp;nbsp;i was like, "where'd you get that from?" &amp;nbsp;and he was like all giggly and said "just got the idea." &amp;nbsp;ha! &amp;nbsp;what a kid :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main intent of this post was to let everyone (all 2 of you) that read this that the phillipians study didn't last. &amp;nbsp;i actually have been on another blog following their study of phillipians :) &amp;nbsp;bibledude.com or something like that. &amp;nbsp;and, i've been jumping all over the place when it comes to reading the bible and hearing fromm God cause well... that's the way i roll :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-297116535154685398?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/297116535154685398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/297116535154685398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/297116535154685398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-4925277086004479100</id><published>2011-07-14T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T08:49:39.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Paid It All - Kristian Stanfill</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/onxhvivQYfI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-4925277086004479100?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4925277086004479100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/jesus-paid-it-all-kristian-stanfill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4925277086004479100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4925277086004479100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/07/jesus-paid-it-all-kristian-stanfill.html' title='Jesus Paid It All - Kristian Stanfill'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/onxhvivQYfI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-3999984154908042866</id><published>2011-06-27T10:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:04:58.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wowsers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29393" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;philippians 2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29393" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29393" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29394" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29395" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29396" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-29397" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;And this is just the beginning! &amp;nbsp;This is what I'm dwelling on right now! &amp;nbsp;You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-3999984154908042866?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3999984154908042866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/wowsers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3999984154908042866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3999984154908042866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/wowsers.html' title='wowsers'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-3761842817862059488</id><published>2011-06-26T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T12:55:50.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lets study  together</title><content type='html'>i would love to do an intensive study of philippians. &amp;nbsp;i would love to do it with people.... get others perceptions and thoughts. &amp;nbsp;i am going to start with chapter 1. &amp;nbsp;i will paste below both the mguiessage and the new international version. &amp;nbsp;if you could read them over and put some thought into that would be awesome. &amp;nbsp;then we can have a discussion with out thoughts in the comment section. &amp;nbsp;It would be awesome if you'd participate in this study with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, guide us! &amp;nbsp;Teach us new things and remind us of things &amp;nbsp;we already know of.... I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-outline-level: 3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5c1101; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Philippians 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5c1101; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Message (MSG)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 4;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Philippians 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1-2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Paul and Timothy, both of us committed servants of Christ Jesus, write this letter to all the followers of Jesus in Philippi, pastors and ministers included. We greet you with the grace and peace that comes from God our Father and our Master, Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 5;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;A Love That Will Grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3-6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Every time you cross my mind, I break out in exclamations of thanks to God. Each exclamation is a trigger to prayer. I find myself praying for you with a glad heart. I am so pleased that you have continued on in this with us, believing and proclaiming God's Message, from the day you heard it right up to the present. There has never been the slightest doubt in my mind that the God who started this great work in you would keep at it and bring it to a flourishing finish on the very day Christ Jesus appears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;7-8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It's not at all fanciful for me to think this way about you. My prayers and hopes have deep roots in reality. You have, after all, stuck with me all the way from the time I was thrown in jail, put on trial, and came out of it in one piece. All along you have experienced with me the most generous help from God. He knows how much I love and miss you these days. Sometimes I think I feel as strongly about you as Christ does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;9-11&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So this is my prayer: that your love will flourish and that you will not only love much but well. Learn to love appropriately. You need to use your head and test your feelings so that your love is sincere and intelligent, not sentimental gush. Live a lover's life, circumspect and exemplary, a life Jesus will be proud of: bountiful in fruits from the soul, making Jesus Christ attractive to all, getting everyone involved in the glory and praise of God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 5;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;They Can't Imprison the Message&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;12-14&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I want to report to you, friends, that my imprisonment here has had the opposite of its intended effect. Instead of being squelched, the Message has actually prospered. All the soldiers here, and everyone else, too, found out that I'm in jail because of this Messiah. That piqued their curiosity, and now they've learned all about him. Not only that, but most of the followers of Jesus here have become far more sure of themselves in the faith than ever, speaking out fearlessly about God, about the Messiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;15-17&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It's true that some here preach Christ because with me out of the way, they think they'll step right into the spotlight. But the others do it with the best heart in the world. One group is motivated by pure love, knowing that I am here defending the Message, wanting to help. The others, now that I'm out of the picture, are merely greedy, hoping to get something out of it for themselves. Their motives are bad. They see me as their competition, and so the worse it goes for me, the better—they think—for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;18-21&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So how am I to respond? I've decided that I really don't care about their motives, whether mixed, bad, or indifferent. Every time one of them opens his mouth, Christ is proclaimed, so I just cheer them on!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And I'm going to keep that celebration going because I know how it's going to turn out. Through your faithful prayers and the generous response of the Spirit of Jesus Christ, everything he wants to do in and through me will be done. I can hardly wait to continue on my course. I don't expect to be embarrassed in the least. On the contrary, everything happening to me in this jail only serves to make Christ more accurately known, regardless of whether I live or die. They didn't shut me up; they gave me a pulpit! Alive, I'm Christ's messenger; dead, I'm his bounty. Life versus even more life! I can't lose.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;22-26&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;As long as I'm alive in this body, there is good work for me to do. If I had to choose right now, I hardly know which I'd choose. Hard choice! The desire to break camp here and be with Christ is powerful. Some days I can think of nothing better. But most days, because of what you are going through, I am sure that it's better for me to stick it out here. So I plan to be around awhile, companion to you as your growth and joy in this life of trusting God continues. You can start looking forward to a great reunion when I come visit you again. We'll be praising Christ, enjoying each other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;27-30&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Meanwhile, live in such a way that you are a credit to the Message of Christ. Let nothing in your conduct hang on whether I come or not. Your conduct must be the same whether I show up to see things for myself or hear of it from a distance. Stand united, singular in vision, contending for people's trust in the Message, the good news, not flinching or dodging in the slightest before the opposition. Your courage and unity will show them what they're up against: defeat for them, victory for you—and both because of God. There's far more to this life than trusting in Christ. There's also suffering for him. And the suffering is as much a gift as the trusting. You're involved in the same kind of struggle you saw me go through, on which you are now getting an updated report in this letter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-outline-level: 3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5c1101; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Philippians 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5c1101; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;New International Version (NIV)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 4;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Philippians 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Paul and Timothy, servants of Christ Jesus,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To all God’s holy people in Christ Jesus at Philippi, together with the overseers and deacons&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=phil%201&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-29363a" title="See footnote a"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #651300;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 5;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Thanksgiving and Prayer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I thank my God every time I remember you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is right for me to feel this way about all of you, since I have you in my heart and, whether I am in chains or defending and confirming the gospel, all of you share in God’s grace with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;God can testify how I long for all of you with the affection of Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless for the day of Christ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 5;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Paul’s Chains Advance the Gospel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now I want you to know, brothers and sisters,&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=phil%201&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-29374b" title="See footnote b"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #651300;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;that what has happened to me has actually served to advance the gospel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;As a result, it has become clear throughout the whole palace guard&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=phil%201&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-29375c" title="See footnote c"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #651300;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and to everyone else that I am in chains for Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;And because of my chains, most of the brothers and sisters have become confident in the Lord and dare all the more to proclaim the gospel without fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is true that some preach Christ out of envy and rivalry, but others out of goodwill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The latter do so out of love, knowing that I am put here for the defense of the gospel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The former preach Christ out of selfish ambition, not sincerely, supposing that they can stir up trouble for me while I am in chains.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;But what does it matter? The important thing is that in every way, whether from false motives or true, Christ is preached. And because of this I rejoice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yes, and I will continue to rejoice,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;for I know that through your prayers and God’s provision of the Spirit of Jesus Christ what has happened to me will turn out for my deliverance.&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=phil%201&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-29381d" title="See footnote d"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #651300;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;If I am to go on living in the body, this will mean fruitful labor for me. Yet what shall I choose? I do not know!&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;but it is more necessary for you that I remain in the body.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Convinced of this, I know that I will remain, and I will continue with all of you for your progress and joy in the faith,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;so that through my being with you again your boasting in Christ Jesus will abound on account of me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 5;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Life Worthy of the Gospel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Whatever happens, conduct yourselves in a manner worthy of the gospel of Christ. Then, whether I come and see you or only hear about you in my absence, I will know that you stand firm in the one Spirit,&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=phil%201&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-29389e" title="See footnote e"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #651300;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;striving together as one for the faith of the gospel&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;28&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;without being frightened in any way by those who oppose you. This is a sign to them that they will be destroyed, but that you will be saved—and that by God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;29&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;For it has been granted to you on behalf of Christ not only to believe in him, but also to suffer for him,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;30&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;since you are going through the same struggle you saw I had, and now hear that I still have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Chiller;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Chiller; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/2965050926266396931-3761842817862059488?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3761842817862059488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/lets-study-together.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3761842817862059488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3761842817862059488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/lets-study-together.html' title='lets study  together'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-6257653337429228328</id><published>2011-06-23T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:34:55.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>getting ready o open the youth center</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VTT0jGH_DVY/TgMylxQu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/afF02tmawq4/s1600/the+den+flyer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VTT0jGH_DVY/TgMylxQu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/afF02tmawq4/s320/the+den+flyer.jpg" width="214" /&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/2965050926266396931-6257653337429228328?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6257653337429228328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/getting-ready-o-open-youth-center.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6257653337429228328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6257653337429228328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/getting-ready-o-open-youth-center.html' title='getting ready o open the youth center'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VTT0jGH_DVY/TgMylxQu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/afF02tmawq4/s72-c/the+den+flyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-4830954862537339572</id><published>2011-06-19T02:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T02:37:12.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on following God</title><content type='html'>so, has God ever shown you something that was super crazy? &amp;nbsp;like, given you a very specific calling that you just thought was absurd? &amp;nbsp;yeah. &amp;nbsp;me too. &amp;nbsp;so, did you heed his advice and go with it? &amp;nbsp;or, did you go with your own plans? &amp;nbsp;i've done both. &amp;nbsp;actually i'm in the middle of some insane stuff that God has called me to do and it's HARD. &amp;nbsp;i am not sure, but i guess i thought being in the center of God's will would be easier. &amp;nbsp;i have heard from God. &amp;nbsp;i am following Him.... but here i am. &amp;nbsp;there are a few things that i KNOW that i KNOW that i KNOW God told me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marry Michael Hullinger (he's the coolest)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allow Michael to Lead... &amp;nbsp;(follow him) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quit your job (over a year ago now... and that was HARD!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open a Youth Center in Bremen (what?! &amp;nbsp;I'm not qualified to do that! &amp;nbsp;i've got nothing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i listened and obeyed. &amp;nbsp;and, i wish i could say it's all been easy. &amp;nbsp;i wish i could say it's all been smooth. &amp;nbsp;i love my life and wouldn't wish for another, but man is it hard sometimes. &amp;nbsp;i absolutely am ecstatic that i do get to be married to my best friend. &amp;nbsp;that's pretty awesome. &amp;nbsp;following him is kinda hard sometimes... just saying. &amp;nbsp;but, i know without a shadow of a doubt that God put me in this position and he put Michael in his position of authority to fulfill his purposes in our lives :) &amp;nbsp;quitting my job? &amp;nbsp;now that was crazy? &amp;nbsp;why the heck would i do that? &amp;nbsp;it was good money. &amp;nbsp;but, they did treat me like crap, so.... it happened. &amp;nbsp;i can't imagine what the last year and half would have been like had i stayed. &amp;nbsp;it's been the most joyous year and half of my life... being a stay at home mom... watching my kiddo so closely... it's been awesome. &amp;nbsp;i'm blessed. &amp;nbsp;open a youth center... okay. &amp;nbsp;i can do that. &amp;nbsp;sounds like a good time. &amp;nbsp;actually it quickly became something i was extremely passionate about. &amp;nbsp;i never thought i would go through everything i did in the process... &amp;nbsp;but, it's the way it is. &amp;nbsp;very soon i will have an official grand opening.... &amp;nbsp;'The Den" will be run out of my garage. &amp;nbsp;sounds strange, but it's simple. &amp;nbsp;pool table, air hockey table, carpet ball table, big screen tv, video games... &amp;nbsp;fun times. &amp;nbsp;there is now a place in bremen for teenagers to just be. &amp;nbsp; no expectations. &amp;nbsp;acceptance. &amp;nbsp;yep. &amp;nbsp;God is good. &amp;nbsp;although i don't always understand what he has for me to do i know that if i trust and obey the center of his will is the best place to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-4830954862537339572?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4830954862537339572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-following-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4830954862537339572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4830954862537339572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-following-god.html' title='on following God'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-8066103698942476575</id><published>2011-06-18T12:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T12:25:11.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why i do what i do....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BbH0IWZL05s?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="heading passage-class-0" style="color: #5c1101; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Colossians 3:12&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="txt-sm" style="font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The Message (MSG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12529" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;12-14&lt;/sup&gt;So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It's your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-8066103698942476575?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8066103698942476575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/josh-wilson-i-refuse-slideshow-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8066103698942476575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8066103698942476575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/josh-wilson-i-refuse-slideshow-with.html' title='why i do what i do....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BbH0IWZL05s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-2513439241906736446</id><published>2011-06-13T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T12:44:18.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Christian.  I'm Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nk7ZQjowDns?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above video is not about being sorry for being a Christian as some may think. &amp;nbsp;It is about being a Christian and being sorry for the stupid things that we do... &amp;nbsp;I very much agree, &amp;nbsp;and he says it so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, there are some things that we, as Christians, should stand up for... but we must must must do them out of love! &amp;nbsp;Here's the poem in written form in case you may have missed some of it, or just would rather read it then watch it. &amp;nbsp;(the above version is edited i believe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #595959; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(163, 197, 103) !important; border-left-style: solid !important; border-left-width: 3px !important; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, 'Book Antiqua', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 4px; quotes: '', ''; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I am a Christian. I’m sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry for the way that I come across&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So fair and faith friendly and full of myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Judging your spiritual health by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;the words that you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And the way that you dress, and the things that you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Or maybe just judging you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry for the way that I live my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So confident of my own beliefs that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I would never even think to think about thinking about yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry for the wars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Ivory clad Crusaders mounting steeds and drawing swords&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;With such a spirit that if The Spirit spoke they wouldn’t hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But you see the sword of the spirit was not a sword but the Word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And the Word was with God and the Word was God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And they preached this as they marched on the Holy Land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Singing and Praying and Killing and Slaying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And purging and healing and raping and stealing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;It’s ironic that they lined their pockets in the name of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Just like the priests who line their pockets in the name of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Just like the people that you can’t stand, because they always raise their hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And spread their faith and hate and judgment in the name of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry that I take God’s name in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Or rather I’m sorry that I stain the name of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Defending my selfish actions as selfless actions pertaining to the will of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry for being intolerant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;For trying to talk down to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;For trying to talk over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;For not letting you talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry for not walking the walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;For being a hypocritical critical Christian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Criticizing your pagan lifestyle while my lifestyle styles itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Just like the televangelist’s hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;All slick and sly and slippery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;As the silver syllables slide their way into your ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But see that’s my greatest fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;That the steps I take won’t match the words I speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So that when I speak all you hear of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;is a weak hypocritical critical Christian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Doing one thing, but saying another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Loving my friend, but hating my brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;It’s a show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry I get drunk on Saturdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;and go to church on Sundays to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;for my friends who get drunk on Saturdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And on that note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry for making the church about the pews and the cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And the walls and the steeple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Because see, the building is not the church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The church is the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry that I hate you because you are gay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry I condemn you to hell because you are gay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Instead of loving I jump to hatred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Mouth open and tongue preaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Eyes open but not seeing that you are the same as me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Just a f*@!* human being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry that I only hang out with Christian friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And we do nice Christian things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Like pot luck dinners and board game nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;While in the night a man beats his girlfriend again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Another homeless man died again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Is this the way that my own crowd has been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But here I am with the same friends again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But see what I always forget is that Jesus didn’t come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;to hang out with the priests and the lords.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;No, He hung out with cripples and beggars and whores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry for history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;For native tribes wiped out in the name of the church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Lodges burning Stomachs churning and yearning for justice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And mothers screaming and pleading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Pleading for the young ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;As they are dragged away to church schools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Where they were abused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry for the way that I refused to learn your culture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Instead I just came to spread the Gospel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And the plague&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry that I stand at the front doors of abortion clinics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Screaming at fifteen year old girls as they enter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Instead of waiting at the back door to hug them as they leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I’m sorry for taking my wars and my faith to your lands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;When historically it was on your lands that my faith was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And in the face of the storm, I realize that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;If God is Love and Love is God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Then why are we shooting instead of sharing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Why are we launching instead of learning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Why are we warring instead of walking together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Why are we taking instead of talking together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Why are we bombing instead of breaking bread together as brothers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You see, I think that God looks down and He’s sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And from His right hand throne above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Jesus asks where is the Love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And if it takes Wil-I-Am and Justin Timberlake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Asking that same question for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;To start asking that same question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Then where the f@%# are we headed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So I will take this stage to be my chapel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And this mic my confession booth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And in the presence of God, the few, the proud,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;and the blessed I confess, that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I am a Christian. I’m sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: none; color: #595959; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;- A poem by Chris Tse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-2513439241906736446?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2513439241906736446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-christian-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2513439241906736446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2513439241906736446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-christian-im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m a Christian.  I&apos;m Sorry.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nk7ZQjowDns/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-2512167282143508702</id><published>2011-06-12T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T10:43:38.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh so awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EU706JC5yEQ/TfTOIjPsD-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/UBOpDIU0_ao/s1600/michaelbaby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EU706JC5yEQ/TfTOIjPsD-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/UBOpDIU0_ao/s1600/michaelbaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am the luckiest girl alive! &amp;nbsp;The above is a picture of my best friend, Michael. &amp;nbsp;Today is his birthday, and I'm praying he will be blessed! &amp;nbsp;He has surely blessed me, and I am excited to get to spend the day with him..... and most every day for the rest of our lives :) &amp;nbsp;Michael is awesome. &amp;nbsp;And, I am lucky! &amp;nbsp;I'm not much in a writing mood this morning, (sorry honey!) but I just wanted to make sure everyone knew that I love my Michael! &amp;nbsp;(because I'm sure you doubted it before :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-2512167282143508702?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2512167282143508702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-so-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2512167282143508702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2512167282143508702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-so-awesome.html' title='oh so awesome'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EU706JC5yEQ/TfTOIjPsD-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/UBOpDIU0_ao/s72-c/michaelbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-4566968734926110517</id><published>2011-06-09T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T23:23:47.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>part of it</title><content type='html'>so, i've had this vision for a long time... a vision to start a youth center in bremen. it's had its ups and downs. &amp;nbsp;parts of it have been difficult. &amp;nbsp;there have been times that things have felt like they were falling right into place.... only to crash again. &amp;nbsp;after much prayer and consideration... i looked at my options... my resources. &amp;nbsp;my calling has not changed, but fulfilling it has changed a bit. &amp;nbsp;i have decided to open the youth center out of my garage. &amp;nbsp;it's a small start, but it's what God has given me, and i know He is working. &amp;nbsp;i'm in a lot of prayer about it... &amp;nbsp;all the time. &amp;nbsp;and, i continue to remember.... &amp;nbsp;"God does not call the qualified. &amp;nbsp;He qualifies the called." &amp;nbsp;And, the biggest thing I've been thinking lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"This is not about perfection.... if you expect perfection when coming to the youth center, you won't get it. &amp;nbsp;You'll get a good time, and people that care about you. &amp;nbsp;A lot."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-4566968734926110517?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4566968734926110517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/part-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4566968734926110517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4566968734926110517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/part-of-it.html' title='part of it'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-8347429945263485331</id><published>2011-06-06T20:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T21:00:10.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Awake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sn2a73B0uB0?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've had this song stuck in my head all day. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if I have heard it recently or what, but I just couldn't get it out of my head. &amp;nbsp;So, like all normal people.... I youtubed it :) &amp;nbsp;And, I watched this video... and it was very moving. &amp;nbsp;Check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-8347429945263485331?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8347429945263485331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/come-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8347429945263485331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8347429945263485331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/come-awake.html' title='Come Awake!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sn2a73B0uB0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-4981123915825927238</id><published>2011-06-03T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:27:05.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>todays quote</title><content type='html'>todays quote is by louis giglio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"continuing to beat ourselves up over our failures does not &amp;nbsp;honor Christ, who has already been beaten up for them.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a good thought! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what my life circumstances here and now i strive to forget what is behind me and i will "press on toward the goal for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." &amp;nbsp;(phil, 3:14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. &amp;nbsp;For now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-4981123915825927238?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4981123915825927238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/todays-quote.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4981123915825927238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4981123915825927238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/06/todays-quote.html' title='todays quote'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-5649299837085693468</id><published>2011-05-27T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:55:10.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JS - You Are My Strength - Hillsong (cover)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Pmjwgum8MF8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-5649299837085693468?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5649299837085693468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/js-you-are-my-strength-hillsong-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5649299837085693468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5649299837085693468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/js-you-are-my-strength-hillsong-cover.html' title='JS - You Are My Strength - Hillsong (cover)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Pmjwgum8MF8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-7614278874176257920</id><published>2011-05-25T00:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T00:21:50.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The real problem of the Christian&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;... comes the very moment you wake up each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;All your&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;wishes and hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;for the day rush at you like wild animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;And your first job each morning consists in shoving them all back;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to that other&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taking that other point of view,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;letting that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;larger, stronger,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;quieter&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 22px;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 30px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;come flowing in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-7614278874176257920?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7614278874176257920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/real-problem-of-christian-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7614278874176257920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7614278874176257920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/real-problem-of-christian-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-2213086669026126449</id><published>2011-05-21T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:08:23.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matthew 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;“&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Blessed&lt;/b&gt; are the &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;poor in spirit&lt;/b&gt;, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The Greek word for ‘Blessed’ is ‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Makarioi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;’ which means ‘happy, supremely blessed, and fortunate’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;First Jesus says, “Blessed are the poor in spirit..”&amp;nbsp; What does that mean, and how can we be poor in spirit?&amp;nbsp; Is it something we just are, or is it something we attain to be?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The word for ‘poor’ in Greek (‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Ptochos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘) literally means having nothing, reduced to begging, like a beggar, totally broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘Spiritual poor’ is exactly what it sounds like. It is a state when you realize that you have nothing and need constant help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The opposite of ‘Poor in Spirit’ is ‘proud in spirit’.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; So, if we want to be poor in spirit, we must not have a spirit of pride.&amp;nbsp; This may be an easier way to view things as pride is something that is easy to pinpoint.&amp;nbsp; It’s easy to know when we are being prideful.&amp;nbsp; The tricky part is that we can have a false humility which is also pride.&amp;nbsp; What I mean by that is that we can downgrade ourselves or have what would seemingly be a really sucky self esteem, and that is a form of pride.&amp;nbsp; It’s like saying, “God, you didn’t make me good enough.”&amp;nbsp; We don’t want to do that either.&amp;nbsp; It’s definitely a balance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Also, lets look at the kingdom of heaven because I know there has been a lot of controversy regarding this subject as well lately… thanks to Rob Bell.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 22.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 22.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Kingdom of God (Heaven) is twofold:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Already Here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Luke 17:20-21: “Once, having been asked by the Pharisees when the kingdom of God would come, Jesus replied, “The kingdom of God does not come with your careful observation, nor will people say, ‘Here it is,’ or ‘There it is,’ because the kingdom of God is within you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Yet to Come:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Kingdom of Heaven will &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;be fully realized and established when Christ will come as a King&lt;/b&gt; and Ruler over all earth. (Daniel 7: 13,14,27)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 45.0pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 22.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;What a hope and promise, Jesus offers to those who are poor in the spirit. “Kingdom of Heaven is theirs.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 22.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 22.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;So… yay!&amp;nbsp; I will strive to be poor in spirit so that I will inherit the Kingdom of Heaven-both here and later when it is fully established.&amp;nbsp; That means, I will remember and live every day with Christ because I know that on my own I just can’t get it right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 22.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15.75pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 22.5pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Love ya Jesus!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-2213086669026126449?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2213086669026126449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/blessed-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2213086669026126449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2213086669026126449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/blessed-are.html' title='blessed are...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-3711372643558152130</id><published>2011-05-16T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T23:04:12.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this ones for the hubz...</title><content type='html'>anyone can watch it, but it's specifically for my wonderful hubs :) &amp;nbsp;it's amazing... and so so true :) &amp;nbsp;take a few minutes... click on the link...&lt;a href="http://skitguys.com/videos/item/marriage-promise/"&gt; watch it.&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-3711372643558152130?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3711372643558152130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-ones-for-hubz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3711372643558152130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3711372643558152130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-ones-for-hubz.html' title='this ones for the hubz...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-2263840086267831991</id><published>2011-05-12T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:20:54.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mississippi John Hurt I'm satisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_5Emb0bi0n4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-2263840086267831991?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_5Emb0bi0n4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-7759699650598043285</id><published>2011-05-12T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:20:55.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2b28; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in him. &lt;/i&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/resource-library/sermons/no-one-will-take-your-joy-from-you"&gt;Desiring God&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2b28; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2b28; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;So, how do we become satisfied in Him? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2b28; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2b28; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Seek Him. &amp;nbsp;Speak to Him. &amp;nbsp;Listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2b28; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2b28; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Pour your heart out. &amp;nbsp;Allow Him to love you. &amp;nbsp;It may be through others, or it may be through His word. &amp;nbsp;He will give you strength. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2b28; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2b28; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;He will give me strength :) &amp;nbsp;I will be satisfied in him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-7759699650598043285?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7759699650598043285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7759699650598043285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7759699650598043285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/how.html' title='how'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-5692364813488001040</id><published>2011-05-06T23:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T23:49:02.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and, if you're up for something a little more up my alley :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2WXTjmRPJ9Y?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-5692364813488001040?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5692364813488001040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2WXTjmRPJ9Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-5060229122881682912</id><published>2011-05-06T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T23:01:06.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i know, i know....</title><content type='html'>some people get really frustrated with the rob bell controversy.... &amp;nbsp;if you fall in this category, feel free to stop reading here. &amp;nbsp;but, it's something that i'm revisiting. &amp;nbsp;it's something that keeps coming up in conversations. &amp;nbsp;i have wanted to stop giving it any credence, but it is what it is... &amp;nbsp;we may as well allow it to grow us. &amp;nbsp;i really, really, really get frustrated with everyone attacking so much. &amp;nbsp;sure, i don't agree with everything that rob bell is teaching. &amp;nbsp;but, i still love the guy. &amp;nbsp;he's still given me a lot to think about, and he's most definitely opened up some interesting discussion between believers and nonbelievers alike. &amp;nbsp;I do agree that we shouldn't judge something before reading the book that is being judged. &amp;nbsp;I'm simply stating these opinions based upon conversations that I've seen or read, and the effects that they are having on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an article by &lt;a href="http://www.patheos.com/community/loveandjudgment/2011/03/16/eugene-peterson-would-jesus-condemn-rob-bell/"&gt;Eugene Peterson&lt;/a&gt; (author of "the Message) that I really agreed with... I especially enjoyed reading the discussions that &lt;a href="http://www.patheos.com/community/loveandjudgment/2011/03/16/eugene-peterson-would-jesus-condemn-rob-bell/"&gt;followed&lt;/a&gt;... &amp;nbsp;I encourage you to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw an interview with Bell himself that I really appreciate... &amp;nbsp;You can see it&lt;a href="http://www.premier.tv/lovewins"&gt; here. &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is an hour interview, but it was a good one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say a few things... false prophets are not cool. &amp;nbsp;But, I won't put Bell in that category. &amp;nbsp;Sure, it sucks that he's bringing all this into this light (or does it?). &amp;nbsp;All I'm saying is, let's not allow our own naivities frustrate us to the point of attacks. &amp;nbsp;Or, lets not allow our own pride push us to attack. &amp;nbsp;Just saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, if I didn't mention it before... I DO NOT AGREE with 100% of what Bell is pushing, but I do still respect him and appreciate him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-5060229122881682912?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5060229122881682912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-know-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5060229122881682912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5060229122881682912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-know-i-know.html' title='i know, i know....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-7069865678859394844</id><published>2011-05-03T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:47:46.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things i love</title><content type='html'>.my husband&lt;div&gt;.my son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.opportunities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.serving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.teenagers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.my couch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.my laptop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.dominion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.roller derby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.good movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.social networking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.dominion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.reading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.influencing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.the internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.tennis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.taco bell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.home cooked meals (with someone else to clean them up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those are just a few :) &amp;nbsp;there are too many to make an extensive list :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-7069865678859394844?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7069865678859394844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7069865678859394844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7069865678859394844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-love.html' title='things i love'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-5384238114231240954</id><published>2011-04-19T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T23:17:04.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what God says</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love never gives up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love cares more for others than for self.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love doesn't strut,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Doesn't have a swelled head,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Doesn't force itself on others,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Isn't always "me first,"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Doesn't fly off the handle,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Doesn't keep score of the sins of others,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Doesn't revel when others grovel,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Puts up with anything,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trusts God always,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Always looks for the best,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Never looks back,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But keeps going to the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love never dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;So true. &amp;nbsp;Funny thing. &amp;nbsp;I want to be loving, and I read this passage to know better how I can be loving. &amp;nbsp;And, I've expressed that my mind wanders. &amp;nbsp;It's true. &amp;nbsp;Well, here's where it wandered to tonight after I read this passage on "how I can be more loving".... I thought, hmmmm... interesting, nowhere in that passage does it say, "LOVE WINS." &amp;nbsp;I just found that funny :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, well.... here's where I'm at with the whole LOVE issue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will NOT give up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will care for others more than myself... no matter how many times I hear, see, or read that I must love myself first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will not want what I do not have! (yikes, that's a tough one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will not strut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I will not let my head get swollen with pride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't force myself on others!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I won't be, "me first!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I won't fly off the handle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I won't keep score of your sins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't get excited when you mess up! &amp;nbsp;(that's kind of hard for me too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will take pleasure when I hear truth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will put up with anything! &amp;nbsp;(really, anything, God?) &amp;nbsp;ANYTHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will always trust God! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will always look for the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will not look back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will keep going to the end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will not die! &amp;nbsp;(well, I will... but my legacy of love won't)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that, my friends... is where I'm at...or at least striving to be at :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-5384238114231240954?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5384238114231240954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-god-says.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5384238114231240954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5384238114231240954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-god-says.html' title='what God says'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-2078458891054024623</id><published>2011-04-06T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:12:48.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>voids</title><content type='html'>Most of us have a void in our life. &amp;nbsp;I know that I do. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure what the void is, but I know it's there. &amp;nbsp;I am in general a pretty happy person. &amp;nbsp;It's my personality to want to be on the go, doing something productive, or at least entertaining, all of the time. &amp;nbsp;As I was laying here at 9:00 on a Wednesday evening I was thinking to myself, "Why am I just laying here? &amp;nbsp;Isn't there something I could be doing?" &amp;nbsp;I know, for some people they would think, "man... it's time to sleep." &amp;nbsp; But, in my world sleep is not needed right now. &amp;nbsp;It's just not. &amp;nbsp;Today was productive, and here's where I see a void in my life. &amp;nbsp;I got up, hung out with a really good friend that I haven't seen in a long time, and let my kiddo play to his hearts content at Bremen Bounce while I chatted with this old friend. &amp;nbsp;Then I took my son to see grandma great who lives in the nursing home. &amp;nbsp;We enjoy stopping in just to say hi and take her on a walk. &amp;nbsp;I walked into her room, and she was sitting with her back to us, looking out the window. &amp;nbsp;I whistled upon entrance because that is a fairly regular greeting in our family... &amp;nbsp;I said, "hey grandma. &amp;nbsp;how are you?" &amp;nbsp;She said, "Mean." &amp;nbsp;I walked around so she could see who was there and asked her again. &amp;nbsp;Again, she replied, "Mean." &amp;nbsp;Then I prompted my son to come all the way in and give grandma a hug. &amp;nbsp;He did, and her entire countenance changed. &amp;nbsp;She went from "mean" to "thrilled." &amp;nbsp;Anyway, we proceeded to go on a walk, because that is Maz's favorite thing to do when we visit her. &amp;nbsp;We dropped her off in the dining room and left to go meet snuggles grandma for lunch. &amp;nbsp;We had a grand time at lunch and then Maz went home with grandma for 2 days. &amp;nbsp;I decide I need to take advantage of the time that I have when he is not with me and drive to the movie theatre. &amp;nbsp;I watched a good movie, talked to a good friend in California, and came home. &amp;nbsp;We had people over to play a game tonight, and it was fun. &amp;nbsp;And, then I come in to lie down and am trying to find something to do. &amp;nbsp;Something to fill this void. &amp;nbsp;But, really... why must I fill a void? &amp;nbsp;What is the void? &amp;nbsp;Why can't I just relax and be content that my day was good? &amp;nbsp;It was good, and I've been feeling pretty good this last week (mentally and emotionally that is.. &amp;nbsp;physically, not so much, but what do ya do?) &amp;nbsp;So, I decided to blog.... after googling, "filling a void" and browsed a bit. &amp;nbsp;I found it interesting that blogging in itself is filling a void.... at least that was someone elses opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be so full of Jesus that I don't feel any void at all. &amp;nbsp;Is that possible? &amp;nbsp;Or will there always be something? &amp;nbsp;Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-2078458891054024623?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2078458891054024623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/04/voids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2078458891054024623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2078458891054024623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/04/voids.html' title='voids'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-8610601264713003713</id><published>2011-03-28T16:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:24:06.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dear husband</title><content type='html'>i love you, and i want everyone to know it. &amp;nbsp;i will shout it from the roof tops! &amp;nbsp;I LOVE MY HUSBAND!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a great husband. &amp;nbsp;he provides for mazerick and i by going to work even when he doesn't want to. &amp;nbsp;(he doesn't want to go because he wants to spend all of his time loving his wife and kiddo) &amp;nbsp;he loves me by going places with me even when he doesn't feel like it. &amp;nbsp;you see, he is always pretty content to just say home and relax, but i need to be around people more. &amp;nbsp;so, there are a lot of times that he will go out with me just so that i can be around other people. &amp;nbsp;it's cool that he does that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a lot of fun by playing cards together. &amp;nbsp;a new thing for us is to play a game online together. it's called dominion. &amp;nbsp;it's a card game that we play together. &amp;nbsp;it may sound ridiculous to some, but it's a great time. &amp;nbsp;we can be laying in bed together, (both with our laptops), playing the card game, listening to music, and just enjoying being in each others presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my husband... he's one heck of a guy. &amp;nbsp;i love him.&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/-EFuhYeuA1Kw/TT7feoOLwNI/AAAAAAAAADw/p8ejaVmvBA0/s1600/conglomeration+404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFuhYeuA1Kw/TT7feoOLwNI/AAAAAAAAADw/p8ejaVmvBA0/s320/conglomeration+404.JPG" width="320" /&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/2965050926266396931-8610601264713003713?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8610601264713003713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-husband.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8610601264713003713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8610601264713003713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-husband.html' title='dear husband'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFuhYeuA1Kw/TT7feoOLwNI/AAAAAAAAADw/p8ejaVmvBA0/s72-c/conglomeration+404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-6138897897260862827</id><published>2011-03-24T16:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T17:02:02.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lighten up</title><content type='html'>i feel like my mood has been a bit too contemplative lately. &amp;nbsp;so, i thought this would lighten things up. &lt;br /&gt;toy story meets inception.... thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jHJwgA54Gqk" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-6138897897260862827?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jHJwgA54Gqk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-6440164400332236019</id><published>2011-03-23T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:34:22.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>love really does win</title><content type='html'>*watch out... for those of you that want nothing to do with rob bells love wins... &amp;nbsp;quit reading here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you interested in what's been going on surrounding the topic, continue reading. &amp;nbsp;i have not read "love wins" yet, but i intend to do so. &amp;nbsp;i have always intended to, as i am a fan of rob bell and his teachings in general. &amp;nbsp;that's not to say everything he says is 100% agreeable. &amp;nbsp;if it were, the topic would not be of controversy. &amp;nbsp;i've read many articles, seen many interview clips, and heard many opinions on the latest controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the latest that i read was this.... &amp;nbsp;ryan yazels &lt;a href="http://ryanyazel.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;... &amp;nbsp;i went to school with him at bethel. &amp;nbsp;if you are interested in "love wins" or even just the current controversies surrounding it i highly suggest you check out &lt;a href="http://ryanyazel.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;.... and definitely the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really.... &amp;nbsp;when it's all said and done.... &amp;nbsp;love really does win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also... leave a comment here! &amp;nbsp;i'd love to hear what your thoughts and opinions are... spark some lively discussion if you will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-6440164400332236019?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6440164400332236019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-really-does-win.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6440164400332236019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6440164400332236019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-really-does-win.html' title='love really does win'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-4074707036641855161</id><published>2011-03-21T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:25:49.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;But he said to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. &amp;nbsp;(2 Corinthians 12:9,10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;...to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-4074707036641855161?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4074707036641855161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/jesus-is-cool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4074707036641855161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4074707036641855161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/jesus-is-cool.html' title='Jesus is cool'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-8334255253314040301</id><published>2011-03-16T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T13:34:18.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling alone</title><content type='html'>funny thing. &amp;nbsp;i just realized that today is the beginning of the second week of lent. &amp;nbsp;and, on the first week of lent i was doing the "discipline of celebration." &amp;nbsp;wow, did that backfire. &amp;nbsp;so, maybe after i'm done writing this blog i'll think about getting on to the new discipline. &amp;nbsp;i know. &amp;nbsp;i know. &amp;nbsp;i didn't write in here every day last week like i had intended. &amp;nbsp;i had intended on sharing how "the discipline of celebration" was going daily... giving you my focus verses, etc. &amp;nbsp;well, seeing as i didn't you would think just that. &amp;nbsp;that it didn't really. &amp;nbsp;but let me tell you it didn't stop. &amp;nbsp;i was focused on it. &amp;nbsp;but, i think it bit me in the butt. &amp;nbsp;you see, life is just not easy all of the time. &amp;nbsp;i'm sure you needed me to point that out. &amp;nbsp;the thing is, for me, life really usually is pretty easy. &amp;nbsp;all of the time. &amp;nbsp;but, i began this discipline and it's like right and left things were popping up that were making me really sad inside. &amp;nbsp;or sometimes just frustrated. &amp;nbsp;or hurt. &amp;nbsp;or angry. &amp;nbsp;i think that i really gave satan an opportunity to shine last week. &amp;nbsp;and, i'm here today to say, "Satan, stop it. &amp;nbsp;In the name of Jesus, stop it! &amp;nbsp;You've got no right to be in MY HOUSE... my life. &amp;nbsp;So, get out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now that I've got that out of the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i began blogging today because i'm lonely. &amp;nbsp;i am. &amp;nbsp;i said it. &amp;nbsp;i don't feel "connected". &amp;nbsp;i want to be connected, but i'm just not feeling it. &amp;nbsp;this is in no way intended to bash the people that are in my life daily, it's just that i feel alone... it doesn't matter who is around. &amp;nbsp;it doesn't matter what i'm doing. &amp;nbsp;you see... i've always kind of lived by this philosophy... &amp;nbsp;(without really thinking about it) &amp;nbsp;i saw someone else write it and was like, "right on!" &amp;nbsp;it was, "it doesn't really matter to me who i am. &amp;nbsp;i just want to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;be a part of something&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; awesome." &amp;nbsp;that's my paraphrase at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today... that's where i'm at. &amp;nbsp;i'm going to seek something out that i can be a part of. &amp;nbsp;facebook isn't really being a part of something. &amp;nbsp;well it is, but it's not what i'm looking for. &amp;nbsp;i feel like i've lost that a little bit. &amp;nbsp;i've lost being a part of something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what defines me? &amp;nbsp;i love Jesus... a lot. &amp;nbsp;as a matter of fact, he's my best friend. &amp;nbsp;but, what am i doing with that? &amp;nbsp;i'm working on stuff to create a youth center, but it's overwhelming. &amp;nbsp;i don't feel like i'm making any progress, and honestly, i've pretty much become complacent on all that. &amp;nbsp;i'm a wife, and a stay at home mom. &amp;nbsp;i'm trying to speak into my families life. &amp;nbsp;i'm trying to help my son grow into the young man that God intends for him to be. &amp;nbsp;and the thing is... that all sounds great. &amp;nbsp;well, most of it. &amp;nbsp;the family part at least. &amp;nbsp;and a way i've always kind of lived is, "when you're sad or upset, do something nice for someone else. &amp;nbsp;that will then make you happy." &amp;nbsp;however, this is NOT working for me. &amp;nbsp;so, enough of that. &amp;nbsp;i'm moving on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here it is. &amp;nbsp;my life statement... for now at least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;"it doesn't really matter who i am. &amp;nbsp;i just want to be a part of something awesome."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ya have it folks. &amp;nbsp;that's me right now. &amp;nbsp;maybe i'll figure out my discipline for the next week to get closer to Jesus, or maybe i won't. &amp;nbsp;maybe i'll just be close to him in the everyday stuff again. &amp;nbsp;it seemed that my have been working for me better anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-8334255253314040301?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8334255253314040301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-alone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8334255253314040301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8334255253314040301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/feeling-alone.html' title='feeling alone'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-4136641377152073070</id><published>2011-03-10T12:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T13:09:12.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the discipline of celebrating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3/10/11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 of the discipline of Celebration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating again! &amp;nbsp;Focusing today on this verse.... &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 11:4, "Those who wait for perfect weather will never plant seeds; those who look at every cloud will never harvest crops." &amp;nbsp;This verse is meaningful to me for multiple reasons... &amp;nbsp;First off, in this season of celebration it reminds me to be grateful for perseverance. &amp;nbsp;I can celebrate perseverance because it will ultimately get me somewhere. &amp;nbsp;It seems a little odd... &amp;nbsp;Celebrating perseverance? &amp;nbsp;That's just weird. &amp;nbsp;But, think about it. &amp;nbsp;I can struggle to persevere, or I can celebrate the fact that I'm persevering. &amp;nbsp;So, in this season... I choose to celebrate perseverance. &amp;nbsp;And, despite the clouds, despite the rain.... shoot, despite the snow... &amp;nbsp;I persevere. &amp;nbsp;I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which Christ has called me heavanward. &amp;nbsp;(philippians 3) &amp;nbsp;I want to know Christ! &amp;nbsp;I do! &amp;nbsp;And, in getting to know him I will do what he says... &amp;nbsp;I will listen to him, and I will follow. &amp;nbsp;And, I will celebrate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Father, help me to persevere. &amp;nbsp;Even when times are tough, and I don't see any progress. &amp;nbsp;Help me to persevere. &amp;nbsp;And, not just to persevere, but do so with celebration! &amp;nbsp;I love you Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;MamaMely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-4136641377152073070?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4136641377152073070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/discipline-of-celebrating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4136641377152073070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4136641377152073070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/discipline-of-celebrating.html' title='the discipline of celebrating'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-2433876213199924893</id><published>2011-03-09T22:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:11:57.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new adventure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;7 disciplines for 7 weeks.&amp;nbsp; And, this will be a progressive journey…. A progressive sacrifice if you will.&amp;nbsp; I would like to share the sacrifice with you for a few reasons; 1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Accountability.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Life is made to live together, right?&amp;nbsp; 2.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Encouragement.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; There might be something that I say that encourages someone else in their relationship with Christ.&amp;nbsp; Why wouldn’t I want to do that?&amp;nbsp; 3.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Fun.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I’m looking forward to getting closer to Jesus in this Lenten season.&amp;nbsp; I think it will be fun.&amp;nbsp; And, well… I like to share my fun &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Come along for the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Week One 3/9-3/15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;In today’s hectic, stressful and violent world, how can we experience the true joy that comes from God? Can we have freedom from anxiety and care, which forms the basis for celebration? Harvey Cox has said that, "..modern man has been pressed so hard toward useful work and rational calculation he has all but forgotten the joy of ecstatic celebration."&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; (taken from Celebration-a small group study at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gci.org/spiritual/discip13"&gt;http://www.gci.org/spiritual/discip13&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Celebration… to experience the true joy that comes from God.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;3/9/11&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On day one of lent I am reminded to be like an ostrich and instead of comparing myself to everyone else focus on what I am blessed with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Job 39:12-18 says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;though they cannot compare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;with the wings and feathers of the stork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-13849"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She lays her eggs on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and lets them warm in the sand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-13850"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;unmindful that a foot may crush them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;that some wild animal may trample them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-13851"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She treats her young harshly, as if they were not hers;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;she cares not that her labor was in vain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-13852"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;for God did not endow her with wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;or give her a share of good sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-13853"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yet when she spreads her feathers to run,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;she laughs at horse and rider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, Thank you for sacrificing so that I can know you, and eventually live with you forever.&amp;nbsp; I pray that in these next few weeks I will grow closer to you, and remember that you are the reason I have so many blessings.&amp;nbsp; I love you Jesus.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lovingly Yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;MamaMely &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-2433876213199924893?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2433876213199924893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2433876213199924893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2433876213199924893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-adventure.html' title='A new adventure!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-970660456944387626</id><published>2011-02-27T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:11:39.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>response</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Taken from my friend &lt;a href="http://bigfaithtobiglife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachels&lt;/a&gt; blog...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;"If you have seen God's Providence work in your life, will you share it? &amp;nbsp;God wants us to shout it out when He works miracles for us and it helps other people build their faith as well."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Gods providence.... hmmm. &amp;nbsp;I know it's huge in my life. &amp;nbsp;Actually, ironically it is so huge that it is even in little things. Gods Providence guides me... even through the day to day, mundane, sometimes boring, life that I lead. &amp;nbsp;Yet, I am blessed. &amp;nbsp;And, I will shout it out. &amp;nbsp;Can I hear a little "WootWoot"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I go before the King of the Universe daily.... not just daily, but hourly... &amp;nbsp; You know the verse, "Pray without ceasing." It's not that I really strive for that. &amp;nbsp;It's just that it is. &amp;nbsp;I do it. &amp;nbsp;It is one of those things that is natural for me. &amp;nbsp;It's kind of like breathing to some. &amp;nbsp;I don't mean to come across as arrogant, pious, or a "holier than thou" person. &amp;nbsp;It's just that I've got this amazing relationship with Jesus to where I really do feel that I am in conversation with the maker of the universe all the time. &amp;nbsp;It's crazy when I think about it. &amp;nbsp;The creator of the Universe cares about me. &amp;nbsp;He loves me. &amp;nbsp;He loves that I am in communion with him. &amp;nbsp;He will guide direct me. &amp;nbsp;The creator of the universe, folks. &amp;nbsp;That's one pretty amazing guy. &amp;nbsp;The Savior. &amp;nbsp;The all-knowing, all-powerful, all-loving GOD... He loves ME! &amp;nbsp;And, I get to rest in that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;The above question brings to mind the times that I have forgotten that. &amp;nbsp;Those "hard days" when I feel alone, overwhelmed, exhausted, and just weak. &amp;nbsp;Yet, even in those days God is with me. &amp;nbsp;But, sometimes I forget. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I get so busy thinking, pondering, even praying about what is wrong that I forget who I am praying to. &amp;nbsp;I forget that God REALLY, REALLY does just want me to rest in Him. &amp;nbsp; Fortunately, it doesn't take to long for me to remember, 'Oh yeah. &amp;nbsp;God loves me. &amp;nbsp;I'm here for a reason.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Thank you Father for loving me. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for letting me rest in you, even when I am weak. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for letting me just be. &amp;nbsp;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;And thanks &lt;a href="http://bigfaithtobiglife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for reminding me that Gods Providence can be a daily part of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-970660456944387626?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/970660456944387626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/response.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/970660456944387626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/970660456944387626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/response.html' title='response'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-1778222380876509765</id><published>2011-02-23T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:08:28.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Velveteen Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://booksneeze.com/art/_200_360_Book.362.cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Bible was given to me through a site called BookSneeze. &amp;nbsp;I review the books, and then I get to keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Velveteen Bible is NKJV. &amp;nbsp;I found it interesting that by the picuture I would have thought it was a story book/bible. &amp;nbsp;I understand it says Holy Bible right on it, but it seemed younger than the actual Bible. &amp;nbsp;I pulled it out of the package and it was in this box(that you see above). &amp;nbsp;Inside of the box is a "velveteen Bible." &amp;nbsp;It's cute. &amp;nbsp;It's got the bunny in velvet along with some velvet accents. &amp;nbsp;My 4 year old son enjoyed feeling the "velvet Bible" :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began by openning it up and looking at some of the pictures. &amp;nbsp;They had verses and pictures of animals. &amp;nbsp;I think my son may have gotten the wrong impression by seeing a picture of 3 ducks waddling when I read to him, "whatever you have done to the least of these, you have done unto me." &amp;nbsp;I think he was thinking about doing things to ducks. &amp;nbsp;But, what can I say? &amp;nbsp;He's 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he wanted to read about that story, and sure enough, he did. &amp;nbsp;So, I flipped to Matthew 25 and read it to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 25:31-46&amp;nbsp;(New King James Version)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;The Son of Man Will Judge the Nations&lt;/h5&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24036" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;31&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“When the Son of Man comes in His glory, and all the holy&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-size: 0.75em; line-height: 0.5em;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NKJV-24036a&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;a&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2025:31-46&amp;amp;version=NKJV#fen-NKJV-24036a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;angels with Him, then He will sit on the throne of His glory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24037" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;32&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;All the nations will be gathered before Him, and He will separate them one from another, as a shepherd divides&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;sheep from the goats.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24038" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;33&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;And He will set the sheep on His right hand, but the goats on the left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24039" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;34&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then the King will say to those on His right hand, ‘Come, you blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24040" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;35&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24041" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;36&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24042" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;37&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;You,&lt;/i&gt;or thirsty and give&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;drink?&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24043" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;38&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;When did we see You a stranger and take&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in, or naked and clothe&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;You?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24044" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;39&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24045" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;40&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to one of the least of these My brethren, you did&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to Me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24046" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;41&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Then He will also say to those on the left hand, ‘Depart from Me, you cursed, into the everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels:&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24047" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;42&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;for I was hungry and you gave Me no food; I was thirsty and you gave Me no drink;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24048" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;43&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was a stranger and you did not take Me in, naked and you did not clothe Me, sick and in prison and you did not visit Me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24049" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;44&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Then they also will answer Him,&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-size: 0.75em; line-height: 0.5em;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NKJV-24049b&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote b&amp;quot;&amp;gt;b&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2025:31-46&amp;amp;version=NKJV#fen-NKJV-24049b" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to You?’&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24050" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;45&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then He will answer them, saying, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did not do&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to one of the least of these, you did not do&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to Me.’&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24051" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;46&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;And these will go away into everlasting punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I think I would have been a bit confused too, but he rolled with the punches (so to speak), and heard the story. &amp;nbsp;It was a good teaching moment anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If I were looking for a son for my son I would not buy the "Velveteen Bible," but I don't think that's what the producers had in mind anyway. &amp;nbsp;This would be a great Bible for an elementary aged girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&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/2965050926266396931-1778222380876509765?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1778222380876509765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/velveteen-bible_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/1778222380876509765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/1778222380876509765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/velveteen-bible_23.html' title='The Velveteen Bible'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-6688518588251653319</id><published>2011-02-23T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:01:16.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Velveteen Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://booksneeze.com/art/_200_360_Book.362.cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Bible was given to me through a site called BookSneeze. &amp;nbsp;I review the books, and then I get to keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Velveteen Bible is NKJV. &amp;nbsp;I found it interesting that by the picuture I would have thought it was a story book/bible. &amp;nbsp;I understand it says Holy Bible right on it, but it seemed younger than the actual Bible. &amp;nbsp;I pulled it out of the package and it was in this box. (that you see above) &amp;nbsp;Inside of the box is a "velveteen Bible." &amp;nbsp;It's cute. &amp;nbsp;It's got the bunny in velvet along with some velvet accents. &amp;nbsp;My 4 year old son enjoyed feeling the "velvet Bible" :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began by openning it up and looking at some of the pictures. &amp;nbsp;They had verses and pictures of animals. &amp;nbsp;I think my son may have gotten the wrong impression by seeing a picture of 3 ducks waddling when I read to him, "whatever you have done to the least of these, you have done unto me." &amp;nbsp;I think he was thinking about doing things to ducks. &amp;nbsp;But, what can I say? &amp;nbsp;He's 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he wanted to read about that story, and sure enough, he did. &amp;nbsp;So, I flipped to Matthew 25 and read it to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 25:31-46&amp;nbsp;(New King James Version)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;The Son of Man Will Judge the Nations&lt;/h5&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24036" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;31&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“When the Son of Man comes in His glory, and all the holy&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-size: 0.75em; line-height: 0.5em;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NKJV-24036a&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;a&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2025:31-46&amp;amp;version=NKJV#fen-NKJV-24036a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;angels with Him, then He will sit on the throne of His glory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24037" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;32&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;All the nations will be gathered before Him, and He will separate them one from another, as a shepherd divides&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;sheep from the goats.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24038" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;33&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;And He will set the sheep on His right hand, but the goats on the left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24039" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;34&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then the King will say to those on His right hand, ‘Come, you blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world:&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24040" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;35&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24041" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;36&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24042" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;37&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;You,&lt;/i&gt;or thirsty and give&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;drink?&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24043" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;38&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;When did we see You a stranger and take&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in, or naked and clothe&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;You?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24044" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;39&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24045" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;40&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to one of the least of these My brethren, you did&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to Me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24046" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;41&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Then He will also say to those on the left hand, ‘Depart from Me, you cursed, into the everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels:&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24047" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;42&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;for I was hungry and you gave Me no food; I was thirsty and you gave Me no drink;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24048" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;43&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was a stranger and you did not take Me in, naked and you did not clothe Me, sick and in prison and you did not visit Me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24049" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;44&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Then they also will answer Him,&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-size: 0.75em; line-height: 0.5em;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NKJV-24049b&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote b&amp;quot;&amp;gt;b&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2025:31-46&amp;amp;version=NKJV#fen-NKJV-24049b" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to You?’&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24050" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;45&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then He will answer them, saying, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did not do&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to one of the least of these, you did not do&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to Me.’&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NKJV-24051" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;46&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;And these will go away into everlasting punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I think I would have been a bit confused too, but he rolled with the punches (so to speak), and heard the story. &amp;nbsp;It was a good teaching moment anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If I were looking for a son for my son I would not buy the "Velveteen Bible," but I don't think that's what the producers had in mind anyway. &amp;nbsp;This would be a great Bible for an elementary aged girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&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/2965050926266396931-6688518588251653319?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6688518588251653319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/velveteen-bible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6688518588251653319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6688518588251653319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/velveteen-bible.html' title='The Velveteen Bible'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-6083084708549808060</id><published>2011-02-23T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T08:24:55.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CS Lewis said</title><content type='html'>"you don't have a soul. &amp;nbsp;you are a soul. &amp;nbsp;you have a body."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-6083084708549808060?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6083084708549808060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/cs-lewis-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6083084708549808060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6083084708549808060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/cs-lewis-said.html' title='CS Lewis said'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-8589412711298647296</id><published>2011-02-22T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:53:02.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael W Smith - I Will be here for You (original music vid) HQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JN-vgjs__gk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's true....  my friends have been, well, picking on me for my taste in music.  but, what can i say?  i'm a sucker.  it's some good stuff :)  this one goes out to you, michael hullinger :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-8589412711298647296?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8589412711298647296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/michael-w-smith-i-will-be-here-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8589412711298647296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8589412711298647296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/michael-w-smith-i-will-be-here-for-you.html' title='Michael W Smith - I Will be here for You (original music vid) HQ'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JN-vgjs__gk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-5075567349365447302</id><published>2011-02-22T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:50:57.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love...</title><content type='html'>disclaimer.... &amp;nbsp;this might be sappy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the best songs are now considered cheesy contemporary christian music that we listened to in the "90s" oh no! &amp;nbsp;how dare i bring back something that was amazing then, and lyrically, still is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JN-vgjs__gk&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-5075567349365447302?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5075567349365447302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5075567349365447302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5075567349365447302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/love.html' title='love...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-7084374435758597152</id><published>2011-02-19T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:03:44.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>heavy on my heart</title><content type='html'>so lately i've been really focused on the following verses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;philippians 4:4-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.&amp;nbsp;Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;especially this...&lt;whatever about="" admirable-if="" anything="" excellent="" is="" lovely,="" noble,="" or="" praiseworthy-think="" pure,="" right,="" such="" things.="" true,="" whatever=""&gt;&lt;/whatever&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whatever is&amp;nbsp;true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;so, i'm trying to set my mind on true things... noble things... right things... pure things... &amp;nbsp;lovely things... &amp;nbsp;admirable things... &amp;nbsp;excellent or praiseworthy things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;what about you? &amp;nbsp;does this ring a bell? &amp;nbsp;bring anything to mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-7084374435758597152?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7084374435758597152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Anderson: Book Cover" src="http://img2.imagesbn.com/images/54000000/54005172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! &amp;nbsp;I'd heard about this young lady from my mom. &amp;nbsp;I didn't realize she had a book. &amp;nbsp;My mom is a Christian Speaker, and she gets to know a lot of people. &amp;nbsp;She is also writing a book. &amp;nbsp;She told me she had lunch with a girl that had tried to commit suicide by laying in front of a train. &amp;nbsp;I thought, "how in the world would you not die from that?!" &amp;nbsp;I knew that this young lady must be writing a book because my mom met her at a book writers conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, then I saw the book on Multnomahs review page. &amp;nbsp;I was so excited. &amp;nbsp;I'd get to hear the story from Kristen herself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told Multnomah that I would love to review the book for them. &amp;nbsp;They sent me a free copy (to keep) so that I would write a review for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the book in 3 settings. &amp;nbsp;I read it until I couldn't stay awake any longer, and picked it up first thing in the morning so I could finish it. &amp;nbsp;It's an excellent read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't 3 pages into the book when I was calling my friends and telling them I couldn't wait until I finished it so I could pass it around! &amp;nbsp;This book captures your heart that quickly! &amp;nbsp;We already know the premise for the story, but to hear it from the actual person is amazing. &amp;nbsp;It kept my attention the whole time. &amp;nbsp;It made me laugh. &amp;nbsp;It made me cry. &amp;nbsp;It made me understand the importance of telling people of their worth, &lt;b&gt;TODAY&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Don't wait until it's too late. &amp;nbsp;Don't wait until tragedy strikes. &amp;nbsp;Tell others how much they mean to you and God right now. &amp;nbsp;Don't wait another minute. &amp;nbsp;Pick up the phone and call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kristen for sharing your story so that peoples lives can be changed. &amp;nbsp;You've changed my life. &amp;nbsp;You've helped me to know that helping is important, even if it's just a phone call or a letter. &amp;nbsp;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-1077902740625407152?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1077902740625407152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-in-spite-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/1077902740625407152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&amp;nbsp;only it won't be completely wordless. &amp;nbsp;because what's a blog for if not for words, right? &amp;nbsp;anyway, this next picture goes out to my amazing husband &lt;a href="http://hullingerhijinks.blogspot.com/"&gt;michael&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;love ya babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryOif9uQT0E/TVv1aK2CnAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/c7YjN0Kjk4s/s1600/mazdunham.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryOif9uQT0E/TVv1aK2CnAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/c7YjN0Kjk4s/s320/mazdunham.jpg" width="248" /&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/2965050926266396931-4603187292493364184?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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some medicine, prayed for him, and he went back to sleep after that. &amp;nbsp;it's 8:18 and he's still sleeping. &amp;nbsp;that's awesome. &amp;nbsp;i will not stop praying though. &amp;nbsp;i am praying for him like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the verses that are urging me to continue doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acts 4:30, 31... stretch out your hand to heal and perform signs and wonders through the name of your holy servant Jesus. &amp;nbsp;after they prayed, the place where they were meeting was shaken. &amp;nbsp;and they were all filled with the Holy Spiirit and spoke the word boldly. &amp;nbsp;(that's where i want to be.... &amp;nbsp;Lord, i believe, help my unbelief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luke 22:44 &amp;nbsp;and being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground. &amp;nbsp;(this is what i'm doing.... &amp;nbsp;praying earnestly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isaiah 62:1 &amp;nbsp;for zions sake i will not keep silent, for jeruselems sake i will not remain silent, till her vindication shines like the dawn, her salvation like a blazing torch. &amp;nbsp;(right now... &amp;nbsp;i will not remain silet for mazericks healing, until it happens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe this is not just a call for a few of us. &amp;nbsp;i believe this is a call for every believer. &amp;nbsp;take some time right now and think about it. &amp;nbsp;what will God put on your heart? &amp;nbsp;what is it that you will not keep silent for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-6877098006303573391?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6877098006303573391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/live-webcast-event-feb-17th-at-2-pm.html' title='live webcast event... feb. 17th at 2 pm'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-8664235620806043988</id><published>2011-02-09T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:24:33.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good quotes</title><content type='html'>*the greatest thing you can do for your kids is pursue your own character...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*God is more important than changing you than changing your circumstance... God loves you so much He doesn't want you to stay where you're at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is the desire of your heart for God to do this or do that? &amp;nbsp;or is it, "i want to change?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*what's more important to you? &amp;nbsp;your comfort or your character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know who said them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-8664235620806043988?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8664235620806043988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8664235620806043988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8664235620806043988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-quotes.html' title='good quotes'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-746266969660853181</id><published>2011-02-09T10:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:38:36.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly Ties by Vicki Hinze</title><content type='html'>*multnomah sent me this book for free to review. &amp;nbsp;the opinions are solely mine, and i was not paid to review this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love books that draw you in with the first few pages. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, this book did not do that. &amp;nbsp;However, once I got into it I literally could NOT put the book down. &amp;nbsp;It was a great read. &amp;nbsp;Very informative in an entertaining way. &amp;nbsp;I love that about books! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few favorite passages. &amp;nbsp;Let me share one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you've got this weird notion that you have to earn her love, when love can't be earned. &amp;nbsp;She's got to give it, just like Christ himself's given you redemption by taking on the Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Christ had redeemed him. &amp;nbsp;Logically, he knew it. &amp;nbsp;But, knowing it, and feeling redeemed in your heart were 2 different things. &amp;nbsp;And, try as he might, he hadn't figured out the key to the second one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall this story was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Vicki Hinze for writing this book, and thank you multnomah for allowing me a chance to review it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-746266969660853181?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/746266969660853181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/deadly-ties-by-vicki-hinze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/746266969660853181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/746266969660853181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/deadly-ties-by-vicki-hinze.html' title='Deadly Ties by Vicki Hinze'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-2966646620008035243</id><published>2011-02-08T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T22:21:08.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on love and redemption</title><content type='html'>the following is from a book i'm reading, but man... it's something worth dwelling on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl is speaking to a guy about love and redemption...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; "you've got this weird notion that you have to earn her love, when love can't be earned. &amp;nbsp;She's got to give it, just like Christ himself's given you redemption by taking on the Cross.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Christ had redeemed him. &amp;nbsp;Logically, he knew it. &amp;nbsp;But, knowing it, and feeling redeemed in your heart were 2 different things. &amp;nbsp;And, try as he might, he hadn't figured out the key to the second one." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suggest inserting your name wherever it says he. &amp;nbsp;go back and reread it. &amp;nbsp;insert your name where it says he. &amp;nbsp;act like it's directed towards you... i did, and, wow, am i pondering. &amp;nbsp;i'll share more later on it. &amp;nbsp;i'd love to hear what it brings to your mind as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-2966646620008035243?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2966646620008035243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-love-and-redemption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2966646620008035243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2966646620008035243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-love-and-redemption.html' title='on love and redemption'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-487313626703893694</id><published>2011-02-07T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:29:12.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why did i get married?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;today is our anniversary. &amp;nbsp;we have been married 8 years today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my husband is amazing. &amp;nbsp;we met at a bowling alley on feb. 14th, 2002. &amp;nbsp;we were married on feb. 7th, 2003.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the first thing i noticed about him when i met him was his eyes. &amp;nbsp;he has beautiful eyes. &amp;nbsp;and, he's a great hugger. &amp;nbsp;and, he loves Jesus. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my roommate in college came home from work one day and said, "you've got to meet this guy i work with. &amp;nbsp;he's just like you. &amp;nbsp;he loves Jesus. &amp;nbsp;he's happy. &amp;nbsp;and, he loves kids." &amp;nbsp;i was like, "okay." &amp;nbsp;so she said she was going to ask him if he wanted to go on a double date on valentines day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she came home from work the next day and said, "he says he'll have to pray about it." &amp;nbsp;i was like, "WHAT?!" &amp;nbsp;this is the guy for me. &amp;nbsp; he's praying about it? &amp;nbsp;sweet. &amp;nbsp;turn on number one :) &amp;nbsp;well, she goes to work and comes home again and says, he said it sounds like fun. &amp;nbsp;so, on valentines day i met michael hullinger at chippewa bowling alley and then we went to steak and shake. &amp;nbsp;then we talked in his car for about 3 hours. &amp;nbsp;it was pretty much love at first hangout for me. &amp;nbsp;time went on, and it seemed like there were a lot of periods of waiting on my end, but we did get married less than a year later so really... &amp;nbsp;i must never have waited too long :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reasons i am in love with michael hullinger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he loves Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he loves my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is witty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is sensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he has a good memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is an awesome dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is an awesome husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is strong in the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is continually looking for ways in which to be closer to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is a leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he loves people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is awesome with kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he listens to his music with headphones on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is nice to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he listens to music that i will enjoy without headphones on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he loves music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he lets me go on vacations sometimes... and he stays home to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he provides for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he's a safe driver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he picks up after himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he lets me use his things. (i just broke his computer bag while on vacation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he's got an awesome tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he's got a cute smile. &amp;nbsp;i love it when he smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he's got a really good heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he likes me more than the tv. (and the tv is pretty awesome)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is a good listener.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is a good story teller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he is an excellent writer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he gets me really nice cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*he's good at trivia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i could go on and on. &amp;nbsp;i am more in love with michael hullinger today than i was the day that we met. &amp;nbsp;i love him more than tacos. &amp;nbsp;i love him more than my really comfortable couch. &amp;nbsp;i love &amp;nbsp;him more than my computer. i love him more than life itself. &amp;nbsp;i can't imagine life without him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks God,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for giving me a best friend in my husband, michael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;melissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and thank you michael... for being my best friend. &amp;nbsp;i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-487313626703893694?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/487313626703893694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-did-i-get-married.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/487313626703893694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/487313626703893694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-did-i-get-married.html' title='why did i get married?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-5145639210846310313</id><published>2011-02-03T23:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:49:35.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>influential people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;You know, most of us don't even realize that we are influencing people all of the time. &amp;nbsp;Let me tell you a true story. &amp;nbsp;It's the reason my son has the name Mazerick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;My husband Michael was going to a church when he was 17 or 18. &amp;nbsp;He was talked into counseling at Camp Raybird. &amp;nbsp;Someone convinced him that it was his "christian duty." &amp;nbsp;(not that that's always a bad thing, just made me laugh) &amp;nbsp; Well, he hesitated because in all reality he was not a fan of kids. &amp;nbsp;Actually he wasn't fond of them... at all. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, he did it.... because it was his "christian duty" you know? &amp;nbsp;He counseled at this camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;The first kid he met from his cabin was a little boy of 8 or 9 (i think) named Mazerick. &amp;nbsp;This little boy was blond and full of life. &amp;nbsp;He was all boy. &amp;nbsp;He loved looking for frogs, picking up sticks, skipping rocks, you name it. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, my Michael had a change of heart this week. &amp;nbsp;He watched Mazerick, and well... &amp;nbsp;God changed his heart. &amp;nbsp;And, it was because of the inluence of a little boy that was just being a little boy... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't think that Michael thought about it a ton at the time, but he did end up going into youth ministry. &amp;nbsp;And, it all started when he met that little boy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;When I met Michael he said, "There are 2 things I want out of life. &amp;nbsp;2 things I live for. &amp;nbsp;I live to be a good husband and father." &amp;nbsp;(He obviously wants God, and I saw that, but I think you get the picture) &amp;nbsp;Anyway, I love that about him. &amp;nbsp;He desires to be a good husband and father. &amp;nbsp;Those are the 2 things that God has put in his heart. &amp;nbsp;And, I can assure you that he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;About a year ago I was at church (The Vineyard), and I was calling Mazerick out of class. &amp;nbsp;(my Mazerick) &amp;nbsp;A girl off to the side of the room looked at a guy on the side of the room and said, "Did she just call him Mazerick? &amp;nbsp;No way!" &amp;nbsp;Anyway, I walked over to this girl and guy and said to the guy, "Is your name Mazerick?" &amp;nbsp;And, he said, "yeah. &amp;nbsp;I've never known anyone else with my name." &amp;nbsp;We got to talking and I asked him if he had been to this camp that my husband counseled at and had him as a counselor. &amp;nbsp;And, Mazerick said, "yeah." &amp;nbsp;We talked for a bit more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I left church that Sunday amazed that I had just met the kid that my husband had told me about for years... &amp;nbsp;It actually took years of convincing me to name my own kid that, but now that I know the guy it makes it that much more meaningful to me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;So, remember.... what you do today might influence people you have no clue about. &amp;nbsp;Live a good life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;God is good, isn't he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_left" style="clear: left; color: #333333; float: left; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 2px; width: 180px;"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs255.snc1/10231_153169762962_503757962_2880688_2091267_a.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inc&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/2965050926266396931-5145639210846310313?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5145639210846310313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/influential-people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5145639210846310313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5145639210846310313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/influential-people.html' title='influential people'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-3945594927213211048</id><published>2011-02-03T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:04:51.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck on vacation</title><content type='html'>sounds great, doesn't it? &amp;nbsp;i'm sure a lot of people would love being stuck on vacation. &amp;nbsp;think about it. &amp;nbsp;there's a snow storm at home. &amp;nbsp;everything has been cancelled because of the bad weather. &amp;nbsp;including your flight to get home. &amp;nbsp;the thing is... &amp;nbsp;my husband and son are at home, and i was supposed to be home yesterday afternoon. &amp;nbsp;i came on vacation not to get away from my husband and son, but to enjoy my friends out here in california. &amp;nbsp;and, honestly, it's beautiful out here. &amp;nbsp;the weather is nice. &amp;nbsp;everything about this vacation has been smooth. &amp;nbsp;so, no real complaints on this end. &amp;nbsp;it's been a great vacation. &amp;nbsp;but really... i was ready to come home to my fam yesterday. &amp;nbsp;well, when i found out that i couldn't make it there because the airport was closed i had to make a choice. &amp;nbsp;i could either wallow in self pity... &amp;nbsp;or pity for my husband and son that don't get to see me... (sounds pretty arrogant) &amp;nbsp;or i could enjoy this warm weather and go see some more sites... &amp;nbsp;unfortunately my friends had to resume life as they know it so i couldn't hang out with them any longer. &amp;nbsp;but, fortunately my mom came on this trip with me, so i am not alone! &amp;nbsp;so, i did it... i went into hollywood yesterday. &amp;nbsp;it was a lot of fun.&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/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/TUrdSA2U33I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hsvWLeVPtH8/s1600/moms+cameracalifornia+226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/TUrdSA2U33I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hsvWLeVPtH8/s320/moms+cameracalifornia+226.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i thought of my friends and familly a lot... i found spiderman, and was immediately thinking about my son. &amp;nbsp;so, i &amp;nbsp;took this picture for Mazerick... &amp;nbsp;Spiderman was walking around, and he posed with me!&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/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/TUreHagsJZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tQJTeOzQdt0/s1600/moms+cameracalifornia+233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/TUreHagsJZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/tQJTeOzQdt0/s320/moms+cameracalifornia+233.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i saw bigfoot and thought of my friend jeff. &amp;nbsp;so, i took a picture of my hand in his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/TUreiG2gxTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Rh0fx_f509c/s1600/moms+cameracalifornia+235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/TUreiG2gxTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Rh0fx_f509c/s320/moms+cameracalifornia+235.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i saw samual jackson and thought of my friend byron, and all of my friends and family at church and the good times we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/TUrfABFQ0XI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JtwmEMPlNEU/s1600/moms+cameracalifornia+238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/TUrfABFQ0XI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JtwmEMPlNEU/s320/moms+cameracalifornia+238.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw robin williams, and well... i just love robin williiams so i took my picture with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, the last picture that i'm posting on my blog made me think of all of my friends and family that are back home freezing in the SNOWpocolipse... &amp;nbsp;wish i was there with you.... kind of...&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/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/TUrfnSKzy7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/XzZRPADHUh4/s1600/moms+cameracalifornia+208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/TUrfnSKzy7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/XzZRPADHUh4/s320/moms+cameracalifornia+208.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;glad i get to come home to all the smiling faces in the midwest... i've missed everyone!!!! &amp;nbsp;but, man... this weather is nothing to complain about :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yesterday we missed our plane... but, we got to go into hollywood, california with no agenda. &amp;nbsp;it was relaxing. &amp;nbsp;my plane leaves in a few hours and i'm more than ready to see some smiling faces in the freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-3945594927213211048?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3945594927213211048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/stuck-on-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3945594927213211048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3945594927213211048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/stuck-on-vacation.html' title='stuck on vacation'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/TUrdSA2U33I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hsvWLeVPtH8/s72-c/moms+cameracalifornia+226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-1547081958476976028</id><published>2011-02-02T08:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:13:46.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-1547081958476976028?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-6154013745615091605</id><published>2011-02-01T01:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:17:39.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reflecting on the Spirit</title><content type='html'>i'm in love. &amp;nbsp;it's true. &amp;nbsp;and, i truly believe it wouldn't even be possible without the Spirit.... &amp;nbsp;the Holy Spirit that is. &amp;nbsp;that's right. &amp;nbsp;even my relationship with my husband is based on the Spirit. &amp;nbsp;i wouldn't be where i'm at today if it weren't because of the Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hadn't given the Spirit a ton of thought until recently. &amp;nbsp;i mean sure, the Spirit is God. &amp;nbsp;the Spirit is why we have a personal relationship with God. &amp;nbsp;the Spirit is. &amp;nbsp;it just is... but, is it really? &amp;nbsp;is it just a spirit? &amp;nbsp;no. &amp;nbsp;it is not even an it. the Holy Spirit is a person. &amp;nbsp;He is not an impersonal force or thing. &amp;nbsp;the Bible constantly describes the Spirit as a person. &amp;nbsp;matthew 28 talks about how the Spirit is a member of the Godhead, and ephesians 4 talks about how the Spirit is grieved... he has emotions. &amp;nbsp;would an IT have emotions? &amp;nbsp;i think not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a ton more about who the Spirit is, but what i'm really focused on is who the Spirit is IN ME... &amp;nbsp;(at least who he could be in me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm focused today on one specific thing in regards to Him... the Holy Spirit... &amp;nbsp;okay... here i go again. &amp;nbsp;my one thing has turned into a million, but let me lay it all out. &amp;nbsp;let me start from the beginning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in mark chapter 13 (i suggest you check it out for yourself as well) there are signs for the end of the age. &amp;nbsp;at least thats the description in the NIV... &amp;nbsp;the message describes it as "doomsday deceivers". &amp;nbsp;a bunch of disciples are asking Jesus... what will the signs be that the end is near? &amp;nbsp;and Jesus gives them a bunch of signs... &amp;nbsp;wars, rumors of wars, a bunch of people claiming to be &lt;me&gt; (or Jesus), nations rising against nations, earthquakes, famines, etc. (my paraphrase) &amp;nbsp;He tells them to be on their guard (or He tells us to be on our guards) &amp;nbsp;He tells us we will be brought before officials and brought to trial. &amp;nbsp;and then He says not to worry about it. &amp;nbsp;it almost seems paradoxical, but the more i think about it the less i think so... because if we put all of our trust in the Spirit then our minds automatically depend on Him to give us exactly what we need... the exact words.... and He promises as much. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/me&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i don't think that means to sit on our butts and do nothing. &amp;nbsp;just expect Jesus to give us the Spirit to save the day. &amp;nbsp;i think that means that we must seek Him. &amp;nbsp;we must KNOW him. &amp;nbsp;we must allow Him to guide us. &amp;nbsp;if He tells us to go, then we must go. &amp;nbsp;if he tells us to sit, then we must sit. &amp;nbsp;if he tells us to do, then we must do. &amp;nbsp;basically, we must know his voice. &amp;nbsp;we must listen to it, and obey. &amp;nbsp;and, well... i'm in. &amp;nbsp;i'm listening. &amp;nbsp;i'm obeying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in looking at these scriptures (there are many more) i am reminded to continue seeking and listening... &amp;nbsp;and doing whatever it is i am hearing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, i know i'm a jerk sometimes, but fill me with your Spirit so that the world will see your work in my life. &amp;nbsp;i love you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-6154013745615091605?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6154013745615091605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflecting-on-spirit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6154013745615091605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6154013745615091605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflecting-on-spirit.html' title='reflecting on the Spirit'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-3332509156822980799</id><published>2011-01-24T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:19:19.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>distracted scatterbrain?</title><content type='html'>i would definitely think that i fall into this category... i set out to do one thing, and end up doing something completely different. &amp;nbsp;when it comes to digging into the Word, and finding what God has for me, sometimes i feel like i fall into this category. &amp;nbsp;however, i don't thing it applies. &amp;nbsp;just because i jump around in the bible, and read from all over i don't think that's an issue. &amp;nbsp;the issue that i may have is not always remembering what i read. &amp;nbsp;but seriously, do you remember what you read every time? &amp;nbsp;probably not. &amp;nbsp;as a matter of fact, i bet you couldn't tell me what you read on your other friends blog that you read yesterday. &amp;nbsp;how can i remedy that? &amp;nbsp;how can anyone remedy that? &amp;nbsp;well, for me i think it's a matter of writing things down. &amp;nbsp;this was all prompted by something that i read out of james today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james 1:22-27 says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't fool yourselves into thinking that you are a listener when you are anything but, letting the Word go in one ear and out the other. &amp;nbsp;Act on what you hear! &amp;nbsp;Those who hear and don't act are like those who glance in the mirror, walk away, and 2 minutes later have no idea who they are, what they look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whoever catches a glimpse of the revealed counsel of God-the free life!-even out of the corner of his eye, and sticks with it, is no distracted scatterbrain, but a man or woman of action. &amp;nbsp;That person will find delight and affirmation to the action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who sets himself up as "religious" by talking a good game is self-deceived. &amp;nbsp;This kind of religion is hot are and only hot air. &amp;nbsp;Real religion, the kind that passes muster before God the Father, is this: &amp;nbsp;Reach out to the homeless and loveless in their plight, and guard against corruption from the godless world." (the message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really think i'm a distracted scatterbrain.... at least the kind that is referred to in this passage. &amp;nbsp;i do listen to God and do what he says, but sometimes i do forget. &amp;nbsp;it's human nature. &amp;nbsp;at least it's my human nature. &amp;nbsp;so, i must remind myself regularly of this fact.... &amp;nbsp;i can take things to heart... and do them, but if i don't continually go back to the Word for more... &amp;nbsp;or write them down, it will be kind of worthless because i will have forgotten why i am doing the good that God called me to. &amp;nbsp;so, i encourage you... stay in the Word... continually surround yourself with reasons, things that remind you why you are doing the good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a completely unrelated note... to those of you that know of my struggles with my stupid lap top and the cursor moving and randomly erasing things... &amp;nbsp; i took the advice of the wise &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Borkenheimer"&gt;caleb borke&lt;/a&gt; and covered the mousepad up and hooked up an optical mouse and haven't had any further issues :) &amp;nbsp;(other than continually putting my thumb where the mousepad is to move the cursor instead of reaching my arm over to the optical mouse)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-3332509156822980799?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3332509156822980799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/distracted-scatterbrain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3332509156822980799'/><link rel='self' 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then my son came home from school :) &amp;nbsp;i said, can i get a hug and a kiss? &amp;nbsp;and he RAN to me and said, "just because i love you mom." &amp;nbsp;now that was definitely the best part of my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-8967283881680321462?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8967283881680321462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-part-of-my-day-so-far.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8967283881680321462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/newreleases.php?&amp;amp;page=2&amp;amp;genreid=&amp;amp;sort=pub_date&amp;amp;view=list"&gt;Waterbrook&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I pick a book that is on their list (which is a lot of books to choose from) and I blog about it. &amp;nbsp;Then I get to keep the book! &amp;nbsp;Well, being that I love to read, I love this program! &amp;nbsp;I recieved my first book in the mail a few days ago, but I was in the middle of another book so I had to finish that first. &amp;nbsp;Well, it just happened to be another book by the same publishing company so I can review that for them as well. &amp;nbsp;You can review any book by their publishing company. &amp;nbsp;That's why I reviewed the book yesterday. &amp;nbsp;Well, I finished another last night, so I will review it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a bit about what I think about book reviews. &amp;nbsp;First of all, I don't even read the back cover of a book because I feel like it gives too much away. &amp;nbsp;So, in my reviews I will tell you some of the good premises of a book (or not so good, depending), but I will never give too much away. &amp;nbsp;Read the book for yourself if it's that good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book I am reviewing today is another book by Rene Gutteridge, &lt;u&gt;Skid&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It is also in the &lt;i&gt;Occupational Hazards&lt;/i&gt; series. &amp;nbsp;This book took longer for me to get into, but once I was about 50 pages I didn't want to put it down. &amp;nbsp;The ending was especially good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gutteridge has a nack for bringing humor into nearly every situation. &amp;nbsp;She's a good writer. &amp;nbsp;Some of the things in her books are farfetched, but it's a book for crying out loud. &amp;nbsp;It's for entertainment purposes. &amp;nbsp;I definitely like how she draws you in though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit disappointed in the beginning of the book that there were SO many characters that Gutteridge seemed to be developing. &amp;nbsp;I really wanted to just hear the main characters story, but in the end it all came together. &amp;nbsp;I just wish that it wouldn't have taken so long to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still give this book a 4 out of 5 stars. &amp;nbsp;It was a good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate my review at Multnomah &lt;a href="http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/bloggingforbooks/bloggers/index/srch:Melissa%20hullinger/month:all/year:all"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-8814264052598610367?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8814264052598610367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/number-2o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8814264052598610367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8814264052598610367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/number-2o.html' title='Number 2'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-2413432321657866706</id><published>2011-01-22T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T22:09:48.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first book review!</title><content type='html'>I was so excited to find out that I can blog, read a book, and get the book to keep if I write a review on it. &amp;nbsp; So, here's my first book review of many to come... &amp;nbsp;It's through Multnomah Publishing, and if you love books check it out &lt;a href="http://www.waterbrookmultnomah.com/bloggingforbooks"&gt;here..&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scoop&lt;/b&gt; by Rene Gutteridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not only my first book review for Multnomah, but the book "Scoop" is also the first in a series of books by Rene Gutteridge in the Occupational Hazards series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gutteridge was the author of the book "The Ultimate Gift" which was an excellent movie and the reason that I chose to read more books by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoop had an excellent story line. &amp;nbsp;I was captivated by the first page. &amp;nbsp;Gutteridge began the story by posting the obits of 2 people, Mom and Dad Hazard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not only thoroughly enjoyed the book, but I actually grew spiritually from the book. &amp;nbsp;I love it when that happens, especially when I'm not expecting it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hazards (last name of a family if you haven't figured that f you out yet) are great at mixing faith and every day life. &amp;nbsp;It challenged me to live the same way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book specifically targetted a few different "big topics", but I really benefited from the plot that encompassed getting older and worrying about the way we age. &amp;nbsp;Not a only is that a reason to, be anxious, but there are other themes in the book that are coming from an anxiety driven standpoint, which I also found very enlightening to read about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give this book 5 stars, and I suggest it to anyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-2413432321657866706?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2413432321657866706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2413432321657866706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2413432321657866706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-first-book-review.html' title='My first book review!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-9033381233350048436</id><published>2011-01-22T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T08:24:22.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's where i'm at</title><content type='html'>and it's good. 1 corinthians 10:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12207" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;19-22&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Do you see the difference? Sacrifices offered to idols are offered to nothing, for what's the idol but a nothing? Or worse than nothing, a minus, a demon! I don't want you to become part of something that reduces you to less than yourself. &lt;u&gt;And you can't have it both ways, banqueting with the Master one day and slumming with demons the next. Besides, the Master won't put up with it. He wants us—all or nothing. Do you think you can get off with anything less?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12208" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;23-24&lt;/sup&gt;Looking at it one way, you could say, "Anything goes. Because of God's immense generosity and grace, we don't have to dissect and scrutinize every action to see if it will pass muster." But the point is not to just get by. We want to live well, but our foremost efforts should be to help others live well.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;so... &amp;nbsp;the part that sticks out sticks out to me is the part that says, "we want to live well, but our foremost efforts should be to help others live well." &amp;nbsp;yep. &amp;nbsp;that's my life. :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;it's where i'm at... Blessings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-9033381233350048436?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/9033381233350048436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-where-im-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/9033381233350048436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/9033381233350048436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-where-im-at.html' title='it&apos;s where i&apos;m at'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-6693550538002670921</id><published>2011-01-21T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:32:33.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>learning</title><content type='html'>i went to a class on wednesday night on "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/1434767957/?tag=googhydr-20&amp;amp;hvadid=3518115235&amp;amp;ref=pd_sl_26rmsje7yx_b"&gt;forgotton God" by francis chan&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;it was being taught by a friend of mine, niel deiner... &amp;nbsp;it is an excellent study. &amp;nbsp;i am enjoying it thoroughly. &amp;nbsp;anyway, my blog today is on learning. &amp;nbsp;i am learning a lot of different things. &amp;nbsp;the first thing i want to talk about i was reminded of by a conversation i had with my son on the way into church on wednesday. &amp;nbsp;i said something about him going to his class while i went to a class that niel was teaching. &amp;nbsp;and i said to him... "do you remember niel and stacey?" &amp;nbsp;and he said. &amp;nbsp;"yeah. &amp;nbsp;i met them once. &amp;nbsp;their my &amp;nbsp;mom and dad." &amp;nbsp;i was like... uh, no.... &amp;nbsp;you're daddy and i are your mom and dad and we're the only ones you'll ever have. &amp;nbsp;and maz was adamant... &amp;nbsp;no, mom. &amp;nbsp;niel and stacey are my mom and dad. &amp;nbsp;this discussion went on for a while. &amp;nbsp; it just made me thing, "who's your daddy?" &amp;nbsp;in a spiritual sense. &amp;nbsp;i wasn't thinking earthly dads and moms anymore. &amp;nbsp;i was thinking spiritually. &amp;nbsp;God is our daddy. &amp;nbsp;and, sometimes we forget it. &amp;nbsp;we replace Him with other things or people. &amp;nbsp; we can replace Him with good things and people, but if we're replacing Him at all then well... &amp;nbsp;we've forgotten who our daddy is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me to never again forget who YOU are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-6693550538002670921?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6693550538002670921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6693550538002670921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6693550538002670921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/learning.html' title='learning'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-4999829771262160311</id><published>2011-01-19T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:08:35.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Anxiety…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;I’m reading a book by Rene Gutteridge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s the one that wrote the story that the movie, “the ultimate gift” was based on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, the story is irrelevant, but I am learning a ton.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is this character in this book that is awesome.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s like she really does have it all together, but not because of what she has, what she looks like, or who she is.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s all because of her identity in Christ.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has said things like, “trusting God won’t definitely make your life easier.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But you will know that there is something to hope for.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, she’s telling an older lady who people are pressuring into botox (namely her bosses at the tv station she works for) that God designed us to age and that beauty is on the inside and allow God to age us as he sees fit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, most recently she says to her boss, Hugo, while referring to anxiety… “&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;With all due respect, do you know where anxiety comes from?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hugo paused.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was this a trick question?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;not trusting God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re all going to be anxious if we think we’re in control of our lives, because we’re contantly making mistakes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you know what I mean?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve got to trust our Father in heaven to take care of us, even when we mess up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or when others mess things up for us.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Anyway, this book is just really speaking to me, and I really wanted to share it &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Another super amazing awesome thing happened today, and it’s about my kid.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yep.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There it is.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My kid Mazerick.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s been talking about death lately, and how he doesn’t want to die.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He doesn’t want to go to heaven because in order to go to heaven you have to die.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, tonight I read him the story out of Revelation about the new heaven and new earth… from his kids bible, so it was easy for him to understand.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the end again he was like, “I don’t want to die.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I explained to him that if he prayed to Jesus and asked Jesus to live with him forever and tried to live for him he didn’t have to worry about dying because even when his body here dies he would come back to life in Heaven and live forever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;He was like, “Can I do it right now?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, we prayed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First he said, “Mom, I want you to do it for me.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, I said… Mazerick.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t do that for you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You have to make that decision.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, he repeated after me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;“Dear Jesus---Dear Jesus…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;“I want you to live with me forever---I want you to live with me forever…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;“I love you---I love you…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;“And I will try to always make you happy---And I will try to always make you happy…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;“Thank you Jesus---Thank you Jesus…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;“Amen---Amen…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;It’s definitely a theologians prayer &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s the prayer of a little kid.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, I believe, with my whole heart that my little Maz meant it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He giggled and giggled afterwards.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said… “If the streets are gold can we drive cars on them?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wonder if there will be cars in Heaven.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope there are cars in Heaven, because cars are cool.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-4999829771262160311?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4999829771262160311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4999829771262160311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4999829771262160311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-week.html' title='Last week'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-3336416483602018512</id><published>2011-01-14T10:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:05:07.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot on my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/TTBt-vcc42I/AAAAAAAAADg/XOv-7myxuNs/s1600/fork-in-the-road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/TTBt-vcc42I/AAAAAAAAADg/XOv-7myxuNs/s320/fork-in-the-road.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562066464457679714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll start here at the fork in the road.  inspired by my friend &lt;a href="http://areallife.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/choice/#comment-35"&gt;faith&lt;/a&gt; over at &lt;a href="http://areallife.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/choice/#comment-35"&gt;wordpress&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, faith and her husband faced a decision.  you can read about it &lt;a href="http://areallife.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/choice/#comment-35"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it not the truth  though that we all face decisions? some of them may not seem as significant as others, but in reality, they are all decisions.  and, well... a decision must be made.  which road shall we travel?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i going to be content with the place that God has me or am i going to live in misery wishing i was somewhere else?  i'll choose contentment.   sometimes it's as simple as a choice.  i don't say this to forget striving for what i want.  i think in order to be content you must also seek God.  and, for me... seeking God means continuing to move forward.  continue planning the plans that God has been guiding me in planning...  like, a youth center in bremen.  it's going to happen.  my husband and i will facilitate this event.  with Gods lead.  it will be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(115, 105, 38); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our deepest &lt;a class="zem_slink" title="Fear" rel="wikipedia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fear" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(16, 92, 182); "&gt;fear&lt;/a&gt; is not that we are inadequate.  Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.  We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be?  You are a child of &lt;a class="zem_slink" title="God" rel="wikipedia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(16, 92, 182); "&gt;God&lt;/a&gt;.  Your playing small does not serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;We are all meant to shine, as children do.  We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marianne Williamson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(115, 105, 38); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(115, 105, 38); line-height: 18px; "&gt;the above was brought to mind from another &lt;a href="http://bajanpoet.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/fear/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; over at &lt;a href="http://bajanpoet.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/fear/"&gt;wordpress.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(115, 105, 38); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(115, 105, 38); line-height: 18px; "&gt;my thoughts on it are, well...  it's true.  live it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another thing i've been thinking about as of late is this.... one word....  i've come across numerous times people that are choosing one word to live their lives based around this year.  it could be a word that describes who you are, what you want to be, or where you want to go.  as i considered this... well actually i wasn't even considering it.  i was just drawn to it.  and then it happened...  i realized i was living it.  daily i sought the same thing.  i sought to hear God....  and listen... and do....  do what he has told me to do.  and with that listen to my heart... what God tells me to do i must take to heart and follow through.  and again... do.  so, my word is "listen."  listen to God.  listen to my heart.  and listen to others.  and in return, do.  so, you may see new things this year in my life.  i will continue to seek God and go where He tells me to go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-3336416483602018512?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3336416483602018512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/lot-on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3336416483602018512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3336416483602018512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/lot-on-my-mind.html' title='a lot on my mind'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/TTBt-vcc42I/AAAAAAAAADg/XOv-7myxuNs/s72-c/fork-in-the-road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-7365748742682862958</id><published>2011-01-06T11:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T15:16:32.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>what does God want me to do today?  i often think about this, but often times it leads me to planning for the future.  today i am hanging out with my son....  instilling him the importance of loving each other.  loving is sometimes just being there.  being in the same room together.  chilling.  talking when necessary.  who was it that said...  "preach. use words if necessary."  or something like that?  charles spurgeon?  i'm not sure.  anyway, that's kind of what today is for me.... only it's "love.  if necessary use words."  and a bit later i get to hang out with my husband too... the same will occur :)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while hanging out with my son i've been able to catch up on my surfing.... the net :)   and, i came across &lt;a href="http://moneysavingmom.com/2010/12/multnomah-publishers-free-books-for-bloggers.html"&gt;blogging for books&lt;/a&gt; which is really exciting for me.  i absolutely love to read!  now i will kind of get paid to read :)  at least i'll get paid in books.  thanks &lt;a href="http://bigfaithtobiglife.blogspot.com/"&gt;rachel &lt;/a&gt;for introducing me :)  i'm really excited to get started... wish i could start today, but i'll have to wait for the shipping of my first book.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our morning started with a conversation about jonah...  maz told me he was fish food, and wanted to know why.  and i told him that it was because God told him to go to ninevah (and explained that it was a town) and he was supposed to love the people there.  but he didn't.  then he was fish food... and it was because he didn't listen to God.  so, it's very important to listen to God.  then maz asked me what God wants us to do.  so, my immediate response was... "love people."  and, well.... that's what we're doing today, and until God gives us further direction :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another thing God has me doing takes a little more planning...  it's this youth center that i've had on my heart for a while.  i've almost got the paperwork finished to become federally known as a nonprofit.... which will get me grants.... which, is what i need.  i have someone interested in purchasing a building, but some things are held up in that regards.  but, it will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been reading in romans, and God has been really speaking to me through it...  the message version says this:  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;God does not respond to what we do; "we respond to what God does. We've finally figured it out. Our lives get in step with God and all others by letting him set the pace, not by proudly or anxiously trying to run the parade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;that's chapter 3 verse 28 for those of you that needed to know... you know who you are :)  anyway, it's been good... real good...  God's been speaking to me in a million different ways, and i'm enjoying life.  join me will you?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-7365748742682862958?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7365748742682862958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7365748742682862958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7365748742682862958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-40029874540628942</id><published>2011-01-01T18:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:07:22.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the stuff</title><content type='html'>alright, people.... seriously.  we've all got stuff.  but, the song that i put on here is a great refocus... at least for me it was.  since christmas i've really been digging into God's word.  it's been great.  and, then i heard this song and was totally blown away.  God is SO good.  but, it's true.  we've all got stuff.  so, i'm giving my stuff to God...  because i can :)  and, so can you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-40029874540628942?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/40029874540628942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-stuff.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/40029874540628942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/40029874540628942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-stuff.html' title='this is the stuff'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-3842345039836813603</id><published>2011-01-01T17:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:03:19.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is The Stuff Lyric Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pqqdA8LHN7I?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-3842345039836813603?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3842345039836813603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-stuff-lyric-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3842345039836813603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3842345039836813603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-stuff-lyric-video.html' title='This Is The Stuff Lyric Video'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pqqdA8LHN7I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-3975751607439593165</id><published>2010-12-13T14:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:58:15.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen...</title><content type='html'>i completely stole the following, but it rings SO true....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; " &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What does it mean to experience God? Every church culture has their preferred answer to that question, and I have been around long enough to have seen it all. While I certainly acknowledge that God can do whatever he wants, I am concerned that our tendency is to confuse experiencing God with amusing ourselves. I fear that we seek the thrill of God like he is the latest amusement park ride or bungee jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Must ecstasy be necessary to validate a God encounter? What about the small, the subtle, the profound…or the ordinary? Have we been conditioned to believe that goose bumps are the ultimate symptom of an authentic encounter with God? Damn, I hope not  - because I can get goosebumpy from hearing my daughter, Carlee, sing the national anthem :) (or for me, my son, Maz...  doing just about anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; " &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What if God is in the ordinary and we miss it because we are looking for the big and flashy? What if he is right there at the Little League game, at the homeless shelter, when you are making love to your wife, holding the hand of a friend, or noticing the green in the spring leaves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; " &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Experiencing God isn’t just about having a feeling – as wonderful as that might be. It's about relationship…you know, that messy stuff that encompasses the good, the bad, the attractive and the ugly. God wants us to experience him in the moments of our lives and to respond with questions, the frustrations, the wonder and the awe that really come out of our experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How do we cultivate an existence where experiencing God is a lifestyle? My hunch is that it is primarily about awareness…looking around and taking the time to notice. How different might things be if I viewed every situation of my life as an opportunity to encounter God in some way, which turns into a reason for relationship? Maybe the experience of the ordinary would be sweeter and the pain of the struggles would not be so lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-3975751607439593165?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3975751607439593165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/12/stolen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3975751607439593165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3975751607439593165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/12/stolen.html' title='stolen...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-6915904470021176777</id><published>2010-12-13T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:46:05.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more</title><content type='html'>"find a way to change your point of view, and that will change.... everything"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one would think that by listing my blessings my point of view would be changed...  i've always had the "get over it attitude."  so, it bothered me this morning when i was frustrated and i couldn't just "get over it."  i went about my day anyway...  still frustrated, but trying to make the most of every opportunity... because that's what i do.  and, in time it worked...  i went sledding with my boys.  and then we came to my moms and i got in the hot tub with maz.  as soon as i was in there i was feeling better...  well, shoot... as soon as  i was freezing in the snow with my boys i felt better.  some things just take time.  not much to say other than that.  i love my boys.&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/2965050926266396931-6915904470021176777?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6915904470021176777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/12/more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6915904470021176777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/6915904470021176777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/12/more.html' title='more'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-175864968362127262</id><published>2010-12-13T10:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:16:37.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>School was cancelled here in Bremen today.  Not a good day.  I live in town so I'm not too sure why school was cancelled.  There is some snow on the ground, but I thought we could handle a little snow.  I guess there is a winter storm warning or something.  Oh well.  It is what it is.  Unfortunately, today I am irritated.  And, well.... it's not fun to be irritated.  So, now is a good time to list my blessings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*relationships...  This could be an entire list of names, but it would be difficult to make the list complete because really there are so many relationships that are simply blessings to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hugs and kisses... I've got this little boy here that is pretty much always available for a hug or kiss :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*a warm home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*a vision...  God gave me a vision for a youth center in Bremen... i continued seeking Him, praying, praying, and praying some more... and it looks as if this vision may become a reality soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been praying like crazy for God to work in me and through me...  and I know that He will have his way in my life.  But, that doesn't mean there won't be difficult days.  And, well... that sucks.  Every day should be amazing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet today I will end with a quote that my friend shared on her page....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post" id="post" style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); padding-bottom: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To be blessed doesn't mean that you are untroubled, healthy, admired, or prosperous.  It means that all is well between you and God, that you are deeply secure and profoundly content in God even though you may be weeping over the pain of a sick body, a deteriorating mind, a rebellious spirit, or a dysfunctional relationship. &lt;b&gt;The blessing is not that He gives us what we want but that He gives us Himself&lt;/b&gt;, especially in our painful places."-- Nancy Guthrie, &lt;i&gt;One Year Book of Hope&lt;/i&gt;, p. 331&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal Times, serif; line-height: 1.4em; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;span class="reaction-buttons"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="star-ratings"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-2"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-3"&gt;&lt;span class="post-location"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="latency-406642688120200808" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post" id="post" style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); padding-bottom: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a name="717338184273103295"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/2965050926266396931-175864968362127262?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/175864968362127262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/12/today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/175864968362127262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/175864968362127262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/12/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-7715263170927332982</id><published>2010-12-03T10:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:10:05.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus parenting</title><content type='html'>Jesus didn't have kids, but he did have disciples.  Not everyone that is living life has kids, but everyone does have someone that is watching them.  For me, it's not only my husband and son... but it's so much more.  For me, today, this is particularly prompted by thoughts of my son, but I believe they can be applied to so much more.  The more I think about it the more I feel like it applies to ME, but I am trying to instill it in my son.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In John 17 Jesus is praying.  First, he prays to be glorified... (as should I)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;   &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“Father, the hour has come. Glorify your Son, that your Son may glorify you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26762" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; For you granted him authority over all people that he might give eternal life to all those you have given him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26763" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; Now this is eternal life: that they know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26764" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; I have brought you glory on earth by finishing the work you gave me to do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26765" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; And now, Father, glorify me in your presence with the glory I had with you before the world began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Then Jesus prays for his disciples.. &lt;or&gt; (as I pray for my son and those that I influence)&lt;/or&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26766" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; “I have revealed you to those whom you gave me out of the world. They were yours; you gave them to me and they have obeyed your word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26767" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; Now they know that everything you have given me comes from you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26768" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; For I gave them the words you gave me and they accepted them. They knew with certainty that I came from you, and they believed that you sent me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26769" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;b&gt;I pray for them. I am not praying for the world, but for those you have given me, for they are yours.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26770" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; All I have is yours, and all you have is mine. And glory has come to me through them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26771" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; I will remain in the world no longer, but they are still in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, protect them by the power of&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 6px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;your name, the name you gave me, so that they may be one as we are one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26772" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; While I was with them, I protected them and kept them safe by that name you gave me. None has been lost except the one doomed to destruction so that Scripture would be fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26773" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“I am coming to you now, but I say these things while I am still in the world, so that they may have the full measure of my joy within them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26774" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;b&gt; I have given them your word and the world has hated them, for they are not of the world any more than I am of the world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26775" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26776" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; They are not of the world, even as I am not of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26777" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;b&gt; Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26778" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt; As you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26779" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt; For them I sanctify myself, that they too may be truly sanctified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This too, is my prayer...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And, thank you, Jesus, for loving us enough to pray to your Father for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And further in the chapter Jesus prays for all believers...(which I should also do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26780" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26781" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26782" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt; I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one—&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26783" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt; I in them and you in me—so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26784" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt; “Father, I want those you have given me to be with me where I am, and to see my glory, the glory you have given me because you loved me before the creation of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26785" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt; “Righteous Father, though the world does not know you, I know you, and they know that you have sent me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26786" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt; I have made you known to them, and will continue to make you known in order that the love you have for me may be in them and that I myself may be in them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Good stuff.  God is good.  He leads me.  I pray that I stay in a place of surrender to Him.  Today, I surrender myself to you, Jesus.  I am yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today, what are you praying for?  Will you surrender?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-7715263170927332982?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7715263170927332982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/12/jesus-parenting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7715263170927332982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7715263170927332982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/12/jesus-parenting.html' title='Jesus parenting'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-2008824175285593229</id><published>2010-11-20T14:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T15:14:27.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;authors&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;romans 8:18-27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28136" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt; For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28137" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt; For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28138" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt; that&lt;sup class="footnote" value="" href="&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-28138h&amp;quot;" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;h]" style="font-size: 0.75em; line-height: 0.5em; "&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%208&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-28138h" title="See footnote h"&gt;h&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28139" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt; We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28140" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt; Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28141" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt; For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28142" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt; But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28143" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt; In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28144" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt;And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i usually read the first verse in that and stop.  it's so true.... our present sufferings are NOT worth comparing to the glory that will be revealed in us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I always thought of Heaven and eternity.  I always thought about how our suffering here is not worth worrying about because of an awesome eternity that awaits us.  What I did not do was realize that God wants us to hope for more... not just eternity, but now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pregnancy is 9 months (or more if you're me) of anticipating a child... a life that will be brought into the world.  At times pregnancy can be exhausting.  At times pregnancy can be a pain.  But, I was also definitely eagerly expecting what God was going to give me.  And, I am SO happy with what he did give me!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sometimes the process of life is like pregnancy.  The difference for me is that I want change, but I'm not hopeful and I don't have that eager anticipation that I had with my pregnancy.  I just want out of the situation that I am currently in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;After reading that passage last night I feel like some hope was birthed in me :)  Sure, I want out of the situation that is hard and hurting, but I am praying for peace during the "pregnancy".... or hard time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God is good.  He has plans for our family.  And, I am expectant!  I fully commit to seeking Him and am eagerly anticipating what is to come!  Yet, I will also enjoy the "pregnancy".  I will follow God today and do what He is telling me to :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Be blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/2965050926266396931-2008824175285593229?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2008824175285593229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2008824175285593229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2008824175285593229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/hope.html' title='hope'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-8007119571730456377</id><published>2010-11-15T14:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:21:05.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty.....</title><content type='html'>1 Peter 3:3&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes.  Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This society sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-8007119571730456377?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8007119571730456377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/beauty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8007119571730456377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8007119571730456377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/beauty.html' title='beauty.....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-5048237245562537751</id><published>2010-11-14T19:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:47:32.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>todays mazism</title><content type='html'>you can learn a lot from kids.  today maz was talking to someone (a 50 year old someone) who said they could use a friend.  and maz said, "really?  if you need a friend all you have to do is ask Jesus for a friend.  he'll give you one.  and if you want a brother and sister you have to ask Jesus too."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not only is my kid freaking hilarious... my kid is full of wisdom :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-5048237245562537751?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5048237245562537751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/todays-mazism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5048237245562537751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5048237245562537751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/todays-mazism.html' title='todays mazism'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-3235208176141779867</id><published>2010-11-13T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:24:19.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus feeds the 5000</title><content type='html'>Michael was reading that Bible story to Maz tonight before bed.  At the end of each little story in the Bible we have for Maz there is a question or 2.  After the story it talked about how the little boy gave Jesus something little and Jesus turned it into something really significant. Then it asked the question, "What could you give Jesus?"  And, Maz said to Michael, "hmmmm... i don't know.... some meatloaf or something.... meatloaf is good."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, my kid is freaking hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-3235208176141779867?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3235208176141779867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/jesus-feeds-5000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3235208176141779867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3235208176141779867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/jesus-feeds-5000.html' title='Jesus feeds the 5000'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-5743430776873806428</id><published>2010-11-13T08:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T09:06:26.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who am i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 7px; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;“For it is God’s will that by doing good you should silence the ignorant talk of foolish people. Live as free people, but do not use your freedom as a cover-up for evil; live as God’s slaves.”- &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=NIV&amp;amp;search=1%20Peter%202:15-16" title="1 Peter 2:15-16"&gt;1 Peter 2:15-16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you ever hear a message and thing, "so and so needs to hear this."?  or do you ever read scripture and think, "if only so and so read this this morning."?  or do you ever hear a song and think, "wow...  that fits so and so's life perfectly."?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is something i have dealt with a lot in my life.  it's just a form of judgment.  and, it's not where i want to be.  i am commited to being who God wants me to be...  i am commited to being concerned about my life...  and not always trying to "fix" others.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me clarify...  i don't think it's wrong to think of other people in an encouraging way.  i just think it's wrong to pin a verse on a person in a simply angered or judgmental way.  you can sort out the differences for yourself, but i understand what i mean :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole chapter of 1 Peter 2 is pretty awesome, and i learned a lot by reading it today.  i learned a lot about myself.  i am grateful that i have been given the faith to believe easily that what God has for me is good.... even if it is sometimes not fun or isn't easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30409" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30410" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy.&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-5743430776873806428?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5743430776873806428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5743430776873806428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5743430776873806428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-am-i.html' title='who am i?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-2320367525810776014</id><published>2010-11-09T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:44:05.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctus Real - Lead Me (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/mGfriqAZdHA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGfriqAZdHA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGfriqAZdHA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-2320367525810776014?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2320367525810776014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/sanctus-real-lead-me-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2320367525810776014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2320367525810776014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/sanctus-real-lead-me-lyrics.html' title='Sanctus Real - Lead Me (Lyrics)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-2433675698285557659</id><published>2010-11-09T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:56:26.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>so, my day has been full of blessings.  first, i woke to 2 little voices down the hall... mazerick had his cousin brody spend the night, and they had a blast.  they are a joy.  second, i got to blow the rest of the leaves off of our lawn...  with my moms new snowblower.  it was awesome and fun.  third, i got to spend some quality time with the man i love.  he is amazing.  that leads me to a song that i heard later in the evening by sanctus real that is awesome...  the song is on my next blog.  anyway, yeah.  it's good.  i am so happy with where God has me in life.  it's not always easy, but i know he's in control, and that makes me full of joy... and fortunately i'm in a spot in my life where not only is m life full of joy, but it's also full of happiness.  sure, some days are extremely hard, but i know that i've got a great support system...  my husband, my family, my friends...  shoot, even my kid.  lot's of people to love.  God is good.  anyway, on with my list of blessings from today....  so, there was the quality time with my husband, and after he went to work i got some quality time with my computer :)  facebook, browsing blogs, etc.  then...  i had quality time with "my girls" minus the lovely jenni blye who is now serving in sunny and warm florida.  congrats to jenni!  and then, i got to go to a "training" for the holy walk.  i am really, really excited about it.  you should definitely go.  I found a pretty good description in the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chicago paper online... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This walk-through living history presentation features volunteers who portray characters from Roman soldiers to shepherds tending sheep, the Holy Family and a live nativity. Check the website for more information. Dec. 3-4, 2010."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;anyway, it should be fun... hmmmm, my font changed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;after the "training" was over i went to pick up mazerick from my mom who so graciously watched him last minute so i didn't have to take him.  as i was leaving i opened the door and said, "and he told me all about the chocolate."  and maz said, "did you just call me andy?"  the kid is freakin hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-2433675698285557659?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2433675698285557659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2433675698285557659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2433675698285557659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-7121047344816326290</id><published>2010-10-31T17:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T17:46:57.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>today is michaels day off.  i love it when he has days off.  let me give you just a snippet into our life today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;green bay is playing football on the tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;michael:  well, that's pointless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:  what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;michael:   the cheerleaders are wearing coats.  they may as well have been given the day off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow.  that's all i have to say about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my husband :)&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/2965050926266396931-7121047344816326290?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7121047344816326290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7121047344816326290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7121047344816326290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-4509212612978312373</id><published>2010-10-30T14:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T14:53:29.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts to words</title><content type='html'>i rode into work with michael today.  i dropped him off and came to panera to finish my book and have some quiet time.  my thought process was pretty amusing.  i honestly thought, "i hope i don't see anyone i know.  i'm just in the mood to be alone for a bit."  and, i really couldn't even believe i was thinking that.  anyway, if i didn't want to see anyone i knew then why did i keep looking at every person that i came across.  i could have just kept my head in my book and distracted, but nooooooooo.....  i had to look at everyone.  curiosity killed the cat they say :)  anyway, i did not see anyone i know...  not yet anyway :)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's funny how my mind works though.  i didn't want to see anyone i know, but i did want to be around people.  and, even though i didn't know them i was very much entertained by a family that was sitting near me.  it apppeared to be a couple about grandparents age, a woman and her two teenage sons.  i wished i would have had my laptop out when they were here because they totally had me laughing with their conversation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really like listening to others conversations.  unfortunately none that i am hearing right now are blogworthy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people are funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-4509212612978312373?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4509212612978312373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-to-words.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4509212612978312373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4509212612978312373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-to-words.html' title='thoughts to words'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-8427405037199247029</id><published>2010-10-28T13:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:37:17.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my calling and boys :)</title><content type='html'>so, while i was reading a book for my book club (which i absolutely LOVE), one of the characters said something that i really have thought about.  she said, "not everyone recieves a calling.  most people just fall into something."  very interesting.... i don't think i agree, but it has definitely created some thought.  i think that the people that "don't recieve a calling" are really just not looking.  Jesus said, "for i know the plans i have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future."  so, God's got plans for us.... that's our calling... we just need to seek it.  my calling for the future &lt;long&gt; is to open a youth center in bremen.  that's what  i have been called to do.  i heard God.  in the meantime that doesn't mean i should sit on my butt and just wait for it to happen.  i have to get out there, form a nonprofit, get donatiions and grants, work, work, work.  but i'm not going to neglect today either.  i'm going to fulfill God's calling for my life daily.  my daily calling is to be the woman God wants me to be.  raise my boy with Gods help and be a help mate to my husband  i know it's not all about that.  i know that my identity is in Christ and Christ alone, but He has called me to do these things...  be a loving mom and wife... and teach my son.  speaking of my son...  it's really cruddy out here today....  rainy, and the like.  and maz has his friend from preschool over, hunter.  this is the first time hunter has come over, and these boys are having the time of their life.  they are loving it.  it's fun to watch them laugh and play together.  it's fun to know that God is placing people in Mazericks life from a young age that can be an encouragement and friend to him.  i'm glad i get to be a part of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-8427405037199247029?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8427405037199247029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-calling-and-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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share a few reasons why.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he completely mimics my husband.  luckily i am fortunate enough that my husband is pretty funny too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maz is playing wii golf with grandpa right now and he just said, "aw, can you believe that, bruce?"  in a really cute voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he swings around like crazy while playing the wii.  a lot of times it doesn't even matter what he is playing.  could be baseball.  could be golf.  could be mario kart.... whatever, the boy is always using his energy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's been on this singing kick.  he sings a lot... makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has this new laugh.  it sounds almost fake.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is better at wii sports than most of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has awesome hair.&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/2965050926266396931-5896713411959355846?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5896713411959355846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-kid.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5896713411959355846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5896713411959355846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-kid.html' title='my kid :)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-5843902075680628917</id><published>2010-10-10T15:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T15:42:31.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the irony in my own cynicism</title><content type='html'>so, i have been thinking, learning, the whole gammut lately.  so, we are now part of a house church because that's where we feel God's got us....  making disciples, and my husband really feels called to this.  so, i'm in.  it has made me a bit skeptical or cynical about the larger church.  not 100% because there are still things about the larger church that i absolutely love.  but, i do have some cynicism.  i love &lt;a href="http://thevineyard.org/"&gt;the vineyard church&lt;/a&gt; and that's where i normally attend if i go to a larger church.  but last night i went to &lt;a href="http://www.gccwired.com/"&gt;gcc&lt;/a&gt; because, well, because my brother asked me.  his wife anna plays sax there and she was playing.  i don't want to be skeptical, but i just am.  it's something that just is.  i'm sure most people have things in their life like that.  if you do and you'd be willing to share that'd be great.  i used to go there and i really liked it.  and, i realized last night that i still really enjoy it.  bob laurent is one of the pastors there and i've always loved hearing him speak.  he spoke last night.  the music was good and the message was great.  he spoke on exactly what i needed to hear.  you should check it out on &lt;a href="http://www.gccwired.com/"&gt;their website&lt;/a&gt;.  the ironic part (my cynicism) is that God chose to speak to me through something that i'm just cynical of.  and, i don't want to be cynical.  i love what they do there.  i really appreciate them.  go &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/gccwired.com"&gt;gcc&lt;/a&gt;...  hats off to ya!  not that you need my hat off, but anyway...  thanks for what you do :)&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/2965050926266396931-5843902075680628917?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5843902075680628917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/irony-in-my-own-cynicism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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put him to bed 3 times tonight.... but, while putting him to bed he kept getting up and i just let him sit with me...  i'm watching letters to God... and it's about a little boy who writes letters to God.  anyway, this kid was telling his brother he should write letters to God and that was his favorite way to talk to God... and i said to maz, "you can write letters to God when you get bigger."  and he said, "i already write letters to God.  but i can only write 2 letters to God.  P and O."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a freaking cute kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-7540948765105320064?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7540948765105320064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-mazism.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7540948765105320064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7540948765105320064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-mazism.html' title='another mazism....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-4818832299843698176</id><published>2010-10-03T15:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:56:15.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>todays mazism</title><content type='html'>so, i'm on the computer and maz is playing wii.  i tell him to go to the bathroom before he starts the next game.  he says, "nah."  i say, "if you don't go to the bathroom you don't get to play another game."  and he says.... "harsh."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was like, did you just say harsh?  and he was like, yeah... that's what daddy always says :)  what a great kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-4818832299843698176?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4818832299843698176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/todays-mazism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4818832299843698176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/4818832299843698176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/todays-mazism.html' title='todays mazism'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-8135407113123915778</id><published>2010-10-02T14:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T15:26:15.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just some thoughts</title><content type='html'>i've been struggling with, well, just with being i guess.  i'm all about making other people happy.  but, in the mean time i've forgotten about myself.  well, i don't want to stop being there for other people.  i don't want to stop making other people happy, because in all reality, that's part of what makes me happy... making others happy.  but, what i do need to do is remember myself.  remember that it's not really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about others.  what makes me happy?  outside of others, what makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*games&lt;br /&gt;*hearing from Jesus :)&lt;br /&gt;*music&lt;br /&gt;*the internet (i know... it's shallow, but true)&lt;br /&gt;*fun movies&lt;br /&gt;*food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, it's so hard to make a list without including things with people.  in all reality i can't really get a lot of enjoyment without other people.  sorry, but that's just me.  sure, i've heard, "well i can't make you happy"  yada, yada... it's true...  a person in themselves can't make someone happy, but i think it's okay to be happi&lt;strong&gt;er&lt;/strong&gt; because we get to share life with people.  hmmm... i think that was a tangent. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to what i was really thinking about.... Jesus... yeah, he's cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing that Jesus reminded me of today was in 1 john...."let us not love with words or tongue, but with actions and in truth."  that is what i really needed to hear today because i've been really trying to love my husband by "being there for him."   (my words, not his)  and, i've been trying to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the right thing because i figured if i can just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; certain things he'll feel loved... and it was killing me... it was killing me because i wasn't able to say the right thing.  finally, i went in the other room and spent some time with Jesus.... and he said to me... check this out.... and then there was that verse.  how freaking awesome is that?  pretty awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i am reading in proverbs....  and proverbs 2 says this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son, if you accept my words&lt;br /&gt;and store up my commands within you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turning your ear to wisdom&lt;br /&gt;and applying your heart to understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you call out for insight&lt;br /&gt;and cry aloud for understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you look for it as silver&lt;br /&gt;and search for it as hidden treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you will understand the fear of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;and find the knowledge of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... if that's not something to chew on and think about i don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, back to the origination of this post... it really makes me smile when i make people smile.  wow, this has been kind of all over the place, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-8135407113123915778?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8135407113123915778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-some-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8135407113123915778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8135407113123915778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-some-thoughts.html' title='just some thoughts'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-2072463604057595087</id><published>2010-09-24T08:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T09:11:24.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life and identity</title><content type='html'>so, i've been in this spot lately where i've been realizing where my identity is, and thinking about what i want it to be, etc. etc.  and, i've realized... i've come to terms with....  the fact that i'm not like beth moore, and some of those other really good writers, but here i am anyway :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have really been relying on God.  a lot.  and, He has been teaching me.  and, i've been seeing things in a different light.  well, kind of.  you see, i've always loved God and sought his will for my life.  i've known of all the things that i "should" do-spiritually.  all of the things that i "should" do to keep my relationship with God in the forefront.  and the other night my husband (who is so awesome) was telling a friend that when it comes to her relationship with God she needs to take all of the "should" out and just be with him.  Get to know him and who He wants you to be.  I've known this forever, but think i got stuck in a rut again.... of "shoulding".  And, where do you go from there?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i went here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;colossians 4:2 says, "devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful."  and i went to proverbs... because &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/thevineyardchurch?ref=ts"&gt;the vineyard church&lt;/a&gt; is doing that, and i like doing that kind of stuff with people.  and, i've been going to friends.... cause they are awesome.  yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, i've been thinking a lot about my identity lately.  i want to be exactly who God wants me to be.  i want to be a good wife, a good mom, and a good friend.  but, i also just want to be.  i think more importantly than being a good wife, mom and friend God wants me to just be.  be happy in him.  be grateful.  be open to listening.  and just be.  so, that's where i'm at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-2072463604057595087?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2072463604057595087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-and-identity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2072463604057595087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2072463604057595087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-and-identity.html' title='life and identity'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-5134470640280951818</id><published>2010-09-14T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:15:16.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stealing again</title><content type='html'>sometimes i've just got to share...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Lesson with a Hairbrush&lt;br /&gt;by Beth Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knoxville airport all waiting to board planes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord. I say that because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you. You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise. Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons not the least of which is your ego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to keep from staring but he was such a strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes that obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones. The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy grey hair hung well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were long. Clean, but strangely out of place on an old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered reading somewhere that he was dead. So this man in the airport...an impersonator maybe? Was a camera on us somewhere?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I sat trying to concentrate on the Word to keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served on a wheelchair only a few seats from me. All the while my heart was growing more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him. Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall. I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen. And it may be embarrassing. I immediately began to resist because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. "Oh no, God please no." I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, "Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now. Please. I'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please, Lord!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, "Please don't make me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane." Then I heard it..."I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words were so clear, my heart leapt into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No brainer. I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, "God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this Lord. I'm your girl! You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in your life. What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed? I am on him. I am going to witness to this man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. "That is not what I said, Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at God and quipped, "I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my suitcase on the plane. How am I suppose to brush his hair without a hairbrush?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: "I will thoroughly finish you unto all good works." (2 Tim 3:7) I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knelt down in front of the man, and asked as demurely as possible, "Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked back at me and said, "What did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he responded in volume ten, "Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, "SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?" At which point every eye in the place darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar than old Mr. Longlocks. Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, "If you really want to." Are you kidding? Of course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, "Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little problem. I don't have a hairbrush."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have one in my bag," he responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on hardly believing what I was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things well, but I must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands, remembering to take my time not to pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's hair.... Everybody else in the room disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man and me. I brushed and brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so strange but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I—for that few minutes—felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at home for a short while. The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's. I slipped the brush back in the bag, went around the chair to face him. I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knees, and said, "Sir, do you know my Jesus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Yes, I do." Well, that figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained, "I've known Him since I married my bride. She wouldn't marry me until I got to know the Savior." He said "You see, the problem is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself what a mess I must be for my&lt;br /&gt;bride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have accompanied him on that aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, "That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why did you do that? What made you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!" And we got to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted because you're hungry, you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move on but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of temptation. Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed. He sees you as an individual. Tell Him your need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way...all because I didn't want people to think I was strange. God didn't send me to that old man. He sent that old man to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 1:14 "The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We&lt;br /&gt;have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the&lt;br /&gt;Father, full of grace and truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt taken from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0805430938/vietveteofamer29/ref=nosim" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;"Further Still"&lt;/a&gt;, by Beth Moore, B &amp;amp; H Publishing Group, Nashville TN. Copyright © 2004 Beth Moore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-5134470640280951818?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5134470640280951818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/09/stealing-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5134470640280951818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/5134470640280951818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/09/stealing-again.html' title='stealing again'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-2422407094545185433</id><published>2010-09-01T11:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:28:47.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>desires</title><content type='html'>do you ever have these desires that you feel like are from God, but they just aren't being fulfilled?  i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-2422407094545185433?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2422407094545185433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/09/desires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2422407094545185433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/2422407094545185433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/09/desires.html' title='desires'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-8950517191610994918</id><published>2010-08-29T16:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T16:52:03.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the den</title><content type='html'>so, i started a blog for the &lt;a href="http://thedenyouthcenter.wordpress.com/"&gt;den&lt;/a&gt; youth center.  check &lt;a href="http://thedenyouthcenter.wordpress.com/"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/thedenyouthcenter.wordpress.com"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-8950517191610994918?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8950517191610994918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/08/den.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8950517191610994918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/8950517191610994918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/08/den.html' title='the den'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-283468026723914783</id><published>2010-08-27T09:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:35:34.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling sorry for yourself?</title><content type='html'>i get frustrated sometimes.  today i felt like God led me to 1 peter.  and, the following is the first thing i read...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Cultivate Inner Beauty&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12845" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;1-4&lt;/sup&gt;The same goes for you wives: Be good wives to your husbands, responsive to their needs. There are husbands who, indifferent as they are to any words about God, will be captivated by your life of holy beauty. What matters is not your outer appearance—the styling of your hair, the jewelry you wear, the cut of your clothes—but your inner disposition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;actually i read it in the niv first so it says, "wives, be submissive to your husbands."  which was funny to me.... i was like, "man, why would God lead me to that scripture right now?"  ugh.  anyway, i like my husband :)  read on...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12846" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4-6&lt;/sup&gt;Cultivate inner beauty, the gentle, gracious kind that God delights in. The holy women of old were beautiful before God that way, and were good, loyal wives to their husbands. Sarah, for instance, taking care of Abraham, would address him as "my dear husband." You'll be true daughters of Sarah if you do the same, unanxious and unintimidated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12847" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;The same goes for you husbands: Be good husbands to your wives. Honor them, delight in them. As women they lack some of your advantages. But in the new life of God's grace, you're equals. Treat your wives, then, as equals so your prayers don't run aground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Suffering for Doing Good&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12848" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;8-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Summing up: Be agreeable, be sympathetic, be loving, be compassionate, be humble. That goes for all of you, no exceptions. No retaliation. No sharp-tongued sarcasm. Instead, bless—that's your job, to bless. You'll be a blessing and also get a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Whoever wants to embrace life&lt;br /&gt;      and see the day fill up with good,&lt;br /&gt;   Here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;      Say nothing evil or hurtful;&lt;br /&gt;   Snub evil and cultivate good;&lt;br /&gt;      run after peace for all you're worth.&lt;br /&gt;   God looks on all this with approval,&lt;br /&gt;      listening and responding well to what he's asked;&lt;br /&gt;   But he turns his back&lt;br /&gt;      on those who do evil things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12849" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;13-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;If with heart and soul you're doing good, do you think you can be stopped? Even if you suffer for it, you're still better off. Don't give the opposition a second thought. Through thick and thin, keep your hearts at attention, in adoration before Christ, your Master. Be ready to speak up and tell anyone who asks why you're living the way you are, and always with the utmost courtesy. Keep a clear conscience before God so that when people throw mud at you, none of it will stick. They'll end up realizing that they're the ones who need a bath. It's better to suffer for doing good, if that's what God wants, than to be punished for doing bad. That's what Christ did definitively: suffered because of others' sins, the Righteous One for the unrighteous ones. He went through it all—was put to death and then made alive—to bring us to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;that is some good stuff :)  i love Jesus :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/2965050926266396931-283468026723914783?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/283468026723914783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/08/feeling-sorry-for-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/283468026723914783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/283468026723914783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/08/feeling-sorry-for-yourself.html' title='feeling sorry for yourself?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-3049745228536285795</id><published>2010-08-25T08:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:04:08.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>typically i do not sleep past 7:30.  this is in large due to the fact that mazerick wakes up pretty early.  but today, i rolled over to see the clock say 8:21.  oh my.  maz has to be at school at 9.  okay, well we've still got time to get up and get ready and get him there on time.  so, i get up and get dressed.  i go down the hall to get maz up.  i go in his room and say, maz... time to get up.  and he says, "mom, you've got to be kidding me."  no joke.  even in his sleep he's funny.  i was like, yeah maz.  you've got to get up to go to school.  and he says, "but i'm still sleeping."  i say, "okay, well... you need to start waking up.  i'm going downstairs, but i'm leaving your door open so you can start to wake up and get up on your own."  and i went downstairs... not a minute later i hear "click" he closes his door.  what a kid :)  he got up about 5 minutes later, but man... that kid cracks me up :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-3049745228536285795?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3049745228536285795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/08/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3049745228536285795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/3049745228536285795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/08/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965050926266396931.post-7949764874118401449</id><published>2010-07-13T12:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:49:05.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiring</title><content type='html'>people in general really inspire me. my friend &lt;a href="http://psdamaska.blogspot.com/"&gt;sarah &lt;/a&gt;is inspiring to me.... she's not just inspiring, &lt;a href="http://psdamaska.blogspot.com/"&gt;she's&lt;/a&gt; awesome... anyway, i stole the following right off of &lt;a href="http://http//psdamaska.blogspot.com/"&gt;her page&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this week in nancy guthries "one year book of hope", i pondered this as i read;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To run from suffering is to refuse to see God's hand at work in the midst of it  To run from suffering is to rejectthe lssns God has for you in it.. &lt;br /&gt;While Jesus tells us no to run from suffering, he suggests we do more than simply endure it.  He admonishes us to embrace it... To embrac suffering is to enjoy God's presence in your life even when you are filled with questions fo rhim.  To embrace suffering is to enter into a deeper relationship wit God that you could not hav enjoyed without experencing pentetrating pain.  The suffering not only makes you crave such a elationship, it gives you the capacity to savor it.  Ultimately, to embrace suffering is to allow your now broken heart to be more easily rebroken by the thing that break the heart of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are suffering according to God's will, keep on doing what is right, and trust yourself to the God who made you, for He will never fail you. 1 Pet. 4:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, that, my friends....  is intense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965050926266396931-7949764874118401449?l=myclutterandfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7949764874118401449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/07/inspiring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7949764874118401449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965050926266396931/posts/default/7949764874118401449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myclutterandfun.blogspot.com/2010/07/inspiring.html' title='inspiring'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05055978327821574142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OfESW4Qe2Lg/S61e-blAJ5I/AAAAAAAAACo/SN9lsXTWAz8/S220/202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
