<?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-10176723</id><updated>2012-02-18T21:21:28.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>"I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus." ~Philippians 3:14</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>317</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-1709330339337599475</id><published>2012-01-12T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:42:12.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth House Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;The Earth House is an old church building converted into a coffee shop and event location. &amp;nbsp;They host several classes (dance, yoga, martial arts) throughout the week and several events like open mic night on Thursdays and the occasional local band. &amp;nbsp;Taking place on February 17 (a Thursday) the Earth House will be having a &lt;a href="http://www.earthhousecollective.org/events/2012/february/jazz-and-sushi"&gt;Jazz+Sushi fundraiser&lt;/a&gt;; one of its most anticipated events of the year!!! Tickets are $25 and it includes a variety of the towns best sushi and wine. &amp;nbsp;There will be live music and a contest for the best outfit. &amp;nbsp;The theme is 50's!! I know where I will be Feb 17. &amp;nbsp;How about you???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earthhousecollective.org/files/i/current/500x300.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://www.earthhousecollective.org/files/i/current/500x300.png" width="640" /&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/10176723-1709330339337599475?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/1709330339337599475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=1709330339337599475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1709330339337599475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1709330339337599475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2012/01/earth-house-happenings.html' title='Earth House Happenings'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-4455062905441055620</id><published>2012-01-11T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:56:29.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Typography~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Typography is the study and manipulation of letters and type. &amp;nbsp;It is an art form in the words themselves. &amp;nbsp;It is the "art and technique of arranging type in order to make language visible." &amp;nbsp;Typeface is the construction and use of different type forms, or fonts. &amp;nbsp;Not every typographer does typeface and not everyone who does typeface considers themselves a typographer. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Enjoy the way letters can say more than the words they spell out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/220113500507333560_vdTNFvsJ_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/220113500507333560_vdTNFvsJ_c.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;PO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/257127459944905605_MAprJ1BW_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/257127459944905605_MAprJ1BW_c.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;GR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/142074563214305713_aFMVGB6n_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/142074563214305713_aFMVGB6n_c.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/83387030570139748_dJu2W3Tx_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/83387030570139748_dJu2W3Tx_c.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;AP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;HY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/40884309086823577_OUCi3mzK_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/40884309086823577_OUCi3mzK_c.jpg" width="266" /&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/10176723-4455062905441055620?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/4455062905441055620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=4455062905441055620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4455062905441055620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4455062905441055620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2012/01/typography.html' title='~Typography~'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-1744261107702254935</id><published>2012-01-10T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:02:14.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plaid and Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/67694800618458987_VbjyVjZ2_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/67694800618458987_VbjyVjZ2_c.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Do you ever find yourself going through stages of liking one thing over another? &amp;nbsp;These days it's plaid. &amp;nbsp;Somehow plaid is back of beyond; a call of the wilderness. &amp;nbsp;In many shapes and forms, colors and shades; each plaid is uniquely set apart to itself. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/45669383690879002_EJ4rRxFU_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/45669383690879002_EJ4rRxFU_c.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/59039445084662539_vFOuk3qv_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/59039445084662539_vFOuk3qv_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/76983474849972075_NEnKCB6l_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/76983474849972075_NEnKCB6l_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/140806207871603_T09W73Lv_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/140806207871603_T09W73Lv_c.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anecdote of the Jar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Wallace Stevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I placed a jar in Tennessee,&lt;br /&gt;And round it was, upon a hill.&lt;br /&gt;It made the slovenly wilderness&lt;br /&gt;Surround that hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The wilderness rose up to it,&lt;br /&gt;And sprawled around; no longer wild.&lt;br /&gt;The jar was round upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;And tall and of a port in air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 1.4em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;It took dominion everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;The jar was gray and bare.&lt;br /&gt;It did not give of bird or bush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Like nothing else in Tennessee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/92886811034117483_6PbxMZRD_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/92886811034117483_6PbxMZRD_c.jpg" width="244" /&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/10176723-1744261107702254935?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/1744261107702254935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=1744261107702254935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1744261107702254935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1744261107702254935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2012/01/plaid-and-simple.html' title='Plaid and Simple'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-8379980492634386268</id><published>2012-01-07T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:14:45.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songbird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/a7/bd/lauren,me,free,birds,blue,sky-a7bd48b8d8c4300af47deb214fadc407_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/a7/bd/lauren,me,free,birds,blue,sky-a7bd48b8d8c4300af47deb214fadc407_h.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I used to feel caged. &amp;nbsp;It was when I lived how I wanted and did whatever pleased me. &amp;nbsp;I was a slave to my own desire. &amp;nbsp;To be a child of God means to have freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"What's keeping you from flying free above the trees and seeing clearly?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-8379980492634386268?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/8379980492634386268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=8379980492634386268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/8379980492634386268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/8379980492634386268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2012/01/songbird.html' title='Songbird'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-3019839984945482049</id><published>2012-01-02T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:13:33.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit of this....a little bit of that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've always enjoyed the idea of making my own "this and that". &amp;nbsp;But where to start? &amp;nbsp;I dabbled in crochet, food prep and making my own journals. &amp;nbsp;Due to inspiration from a friend I've begun experimenting with different hand and body scrubs. &amp;nbsp;The one I like the most right now is a simple mixture. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2 cups brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2 cups olive oil (although you may want to add more for the mixture to combine thoroughly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2 cups oatmeal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;optional - a few drops of your favorite scent. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I tried it out with lavender and love the results. &amp;nbsp;Feel free to play around with the combination of ingredients! &amp;nbsp;Perhaps you may want to add a little water or bake the oatmeal instead of adding it raw? &amp;nbsp;Be creative and share your results!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&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/-dAX_uZJuG-o/TuTI-8-FxmI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ri4pOVf93p4/s1600/brown+sugar+scrub.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAX_uZJuG-o/TuTI-8-FxmI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ri4pOVf93p4/s320/brown+sugar+scrub.png" 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/10176723-3019839984945482049?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/3019839984945482049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=3019839984945482049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/3019839984945482049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/3019839984945482049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-bit-of-thisa-little-bit-of-that.html' title='a little bit of this....a little bit of that'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAX_uZJuG-o/TuTI-8-FxmI/AAAAAAAAAqA/ri4pOVf93p4/s72-c/brown+sugar+scrub.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-6021960392872049296</id><published>2012-01-01T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:49:39.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Presence For The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy New Year to all!! &amp;nbsp;I don't know about you, but 2011 was a LONG year, full of challenges and great joys. &amp;nbsp;I was SO happy that the first day of the year fell on a Sunday because I was able to celebrate it by worshiping the God of creation with His people. &amp;nbsp;Pastor David Whitla gave a challenging sermon in the evening from Exodus 33:1-17. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;If you look back through the book of Exodus you see how God brought the people out of Eygpt and all the marvelous works He did for their sake and for the sake of His glory. &amp;nbsp;You see how they dwelt with Him in the wilderness. &amp;nbsp;Amidst these blessings there is also shame and grief. &amp;nbsp;The people worshipped a graven image; forsaking the law of God and His holy name. &amp;nbsp;In chapter 33 God tells Moses that the people will still enter the land of Canaan, but that His presence would not go with them. &amp;nbsp;When the people heard this, they were greatly dismayed. &amp;nbsp;The future must have looked very bleak. &amp;nbsp;Moses went to the Lord in prayer, interceding for the people. &amp;nbsp;The prayer can be found in verses 12-17. &amp;nbsp;When we break the prayer down there are six lessons to learn. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;1) Moses confessed his weakness. &amp;nbsp;He had a very heavy burden placed on him to lead the people of Israel. &amp;nbsp;He acknowledged his inadequacy to accomplish the task on his own. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;2) Moses expressed his assurance of the Lord's favor for the journey. &amp;nbsp;God knew him by name; He had a deep relationship to Moses. &amp;nbsp;The same is true of all His people. &amp;nbsp;The degree of our assurance that Gods favor is with us will determine our level of confidence in His ability to help us in our time of need. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;3) Moses sought growth in grace during the journey. &amp;nbsp;He knew God, but wanted more. &amp;nbsp;Shouldn't each one of us want to know our Creator and Father more intimately? &amp;nbsp;It's important to remember that God is the one who provides the growth. &amp;nbsp;Moses asks God to show himself. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;4) Moses pleads God's promises. &amp;nbsp;God had entered a covenant with Israel and Moses approached God with holy boldness. &amp;nbsp;God's children can claim past promises for future blessing. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;5) Moses pleads God's presence for the journey. &amp;nbsp;If God's presence did not go with them they did not want to go. &amp;nbsp;They would rather live in the wilderness with God than go into Canaan without Him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"O my Lord Jesus Christ, if I could be in Heaven without thee, it would be a hell; and if I could be in &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;hell and have thee still, it would be a heaven to me, for thou art all the heaven I want." &amp;nbsp;~Samuel Rutherford &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I would rather be in Hell with Christ than in Heaven without Him." ~Martin Luther&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;6) Moses prayed for God to be glorified in the journey. God had set His people apart to bring glory to Him among the nations. &amp;nbsp;How were they to do that if His presence did not go with them? Ask God to go with you, not so you may be blessed, but so that He will. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;God answered Moses' prayer graciously and said that He would not depart from them but would keep His promise to be their God. &amp;nbsp;When God calls us to any service, He &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; furnish His people with all that is necessary to accomplish the task. &amp;nbsp;He will give direction and strengthen us when we seek His face. &amp;nbsp;Why was God merciful to Israel when they were such a "stiff-necked people"? &amp;nbsp;He was pleased with Moses, their mediator. &amp;nbsp;We have a mediator FAR greater than Moses. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;"My children, I am writing these things to you so that you may not sin. &amp;nbsp;But if anyone does sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. &amp;nbsp;He is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the sins of the whole world." ~I John 2:1-2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;To wrap all this up there are a few reminders of what experiencing God's presence means for us. &amp;nbsp;Having God with you means companionship, confidence, guidance, provision, spiritual needs met, protection, rest, comfort, and the ability to persevere to the end of the journey. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;Begin each new morning in His loving arms because every day has the promise of the endless Day (Rev. 22:1-5). &amp;nbsp;Happy traveling, fellow pilgrims!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jurino.com/wp-content/uploads/long-journey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://jurino.com/wp-content/uploads/long-journey.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&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/10176723-6021960392872049296?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/6021960392872049296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=6021960392872049296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6021960392872049296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6021960392872049296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2012/01/gods-presence-for-journey.html' title='God&apos;s Presence For The Journey'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-537462897968900722</id><published>2011-12-04T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T11:57:45.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Source of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the Chinese language, the character for "righteousness" is made up of the character for "lamb" over the character for "me." &amp;nbsp;The Lamb, the Son of God, was given as a sacrifice for the sins of man. &amp;nbsp;When I put my faith and trust in Jesus Christ he put himself over me, making me righteous in the eyes of God the Father. &amp;nbsp;The Source of Love is a film about a young man who becomes a follower of Jesus Christ after his friend shares the gospel with him. &amp;nbsp;This young man, Ah Kit, labors to bring his family to Christ. &amp;nbsp;He faces a lot of hostility and resentment from them. &amp;nbsp;It's a story of love and sacrifice and realizing that life is not hard, but Christ is a refuge to any who will run to him. &amp;nbsp;I can relate to his struggles because I too have family members that are resistant to the one true God. &amp;nbsp;But, it's definitely worth it to continue striving for their salvation. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes you may have to give up your rights and comfort. &amp;nbsp;I'm grateful that my dad showed me this piece of artistry and I hope by sharing it with others, they may be blessed as I have been by its powerful message. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.yai.bz/assets/09/772/l_p0016777209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.yai.bz/assets/09/772/l_p0016777209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3sk0XcfCgA/S2aBy6FBmxI/AAAAAAAAErg/-MvqimEiNE8/righteousness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3sk0XcfCgA/S2aBy6FBmxI/AAAAAAAAErg/-MvqimEiNE8/righteousness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/10176723-537462897968900722?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/537462897968900722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=537462897968900722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/537462897968900722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/537462897968900722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/12/source-of-love.html' title='The Source of Love'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3sk0XcfCgA/S2aBy6FBmxI/AAAAAAAAErg/-MvqimEiNE8/s72-c/righteousness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-7878341404329117625</id><published>2011-11-14T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T19:49:20.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is where I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone said to me the other day,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"another day, another dollar." &amp;nbsp;Great gatsby!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am glad I live and work for more than that.&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;Well than, I suppose I shall sleep now and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;regain my energy for tomorrow. &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;Only by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the grace of my Father do I press forward. &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1yQaxNT_ARo/TsHgYBSJfbI/AAAAAAAAALY/NwS0BdbwNJw/s1600/101_0524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1yQaxNT_ARo/TsHgYBSJfbI/AAAAAAAAALY/NwS0BdbwNJw/s320/101_0524.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On the canal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Photo taken by Mary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-7878341404329117625?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/7878341404329117625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=7878341404329117625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7878341404329117625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7878341404329117625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-is-where-i-am.html' title='Here is where I am'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1yQaxNT_ARo/TsHgYBSJfbI/AAAAAAAAALY/NwS0BdbwNJw/s72-c/101_0524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-1548329231629004860</id><published>2011-10-27T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:57:49.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring wears a thin fabric</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/vHWzu34mtSg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHWzu34mtSg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHWzu34mtSg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days grow colder I listen to this sweet melody and look at the pictures to remind me that the cold won't be here forever....spring will come again. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-1548329231629004860?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/1548329231629004860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=1548329231629004860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1548329231629004860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1548329231629004860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/10/spring-wears-thin-fabric.html' title='Spring wears a thin fabric'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-4088165185276088791</id><published>2011-10-25T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T18:49:50.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clair de lune by Paul Verlaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/1c/0a/douceur,de,vivre,dusk,firefly,jar,light-1c0a17cc9384bb9ddfa75d4ad0bc2334_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/1c/0a/douceur,de,vivre,dusk,firefly,jar,light-1c0a17cc9384bb9ddfa75d4ad0bc2334_m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Peopled with maskers delicate and dim,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That play on lutes and dance and have an air&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Of being sad in their fantastic trim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The while they celebrate in minor strain&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Triumphant love, effective enterprise,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have an air of knowing all is vain,—&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And through the quiet moonlight their songs rise,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The melancholy moonlight, sweet and lone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; That makes to dream the birds upon the tree,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in their polished basins of white stone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The fountains tall to sob with ecstasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ~~&amp;nbsp; ORIGINAL FRENCH&amp;nbsp; ~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Votre âme est un paysage choisi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L'amour vainqueur et la vie opportune&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ils n'ont pas l'air de croire à leur bonheur&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Au calme clair de lune triste et beau,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Et sangloter d'extase les jets d'eau,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les marbres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do have a listen to the poem&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2008-04-14T12_45_47-07_00"&gt;read aloud&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;with the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvFH_6DNRCY"&gt;music&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that was written as the prelude to the poem. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-4088165185276088791?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/4088165185276088791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=4088165185276088791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4088165185276088791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4088165185276088791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/10/clair-de-lune-by-paul-verlaine.html' title='Clair de lune by Paul Verlaine'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-6759092339981812340</id><published>2011-10-23T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:36:24.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anyone like our God?</title><content type='html'>I rubbed my eyes and I stretched as far as I could at such an hour. &amp;nbsp;My feet hit the stairs with less grace than normal, sleepy feet that they were. &amp;nbsp;The red bar stool in the kitchen was the perfect spot to sit and eat my morning meal of granola and raw almonds whilst watching the news. &amp;nbsp;The top story: a group of Italian scientists charged with man-slaughter for not predicting an earthquake. &amp;nbsp;I almost didn't believe the headline. &amp;nbsp;I kept watching and listening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city that was hit, L'Aquila, demanded 50 million euros. &amp;nbsp;Six of the seven people on trial were part of the Italian National Institute of Geophysics and Vulcanology. &amp;nbsp;The last was a member of the Civil Protection Agency. They were accused of providing "inaccurate, incomplete and contradictory information about the dangers of seismic activity undermining the protection of the population." &amp;nbsp;Governments and scientists all over the world came to the rescue of these seven defendants. &amp;nbsp;One broadcast did a bit on technology in Japan used for predicting earthquakes and tsunamis. &amp;nbsp;They are among the leading experts and yet they admitted that not all data is 100% reliable and accurate. &amp;nbsp;And at some points, under some circumstances, it is almost impossible to see an earthquake coming. &amp;nbsp;You cannot blame a person for the inability of a machine to predict the future, no matter the amount of data. &amp;nbsp;Why are we putting so much credence on fallible creatures? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sharing this story with a pastor friend he pointed out the similarity of this circumstance to the book of Daniel. &amp;nbsp;At the start of chapter 2 King Nebuchadnezzar has a disturbing dream. &amp;nbsp;He is desperate to find the meaning so he calls all of the magicians, conjurers, sorcerers and master astrologers to interpret the dream. &amp;nbsp;He tells them that if they cannot tell him what the dream was &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; it's meaning than they shall be killed. &amp;nbsp;Of course, this was impossible for them to do. &amp;nbsp;Just when the King was going to have all the wise men in the land done away with, in comes Daniel. &amp;nbsp;God grants Daniel the ability to tell the King the contents of the dream and the meaning behind it. &amp;nbsp;By this, the King would see that God alone knew all things and had given him the dream in the first place. &amp;nbsp;I pray that others will learn from this experience. &amp;nbsp;God alone is sovereign and infallible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-6759092339981812340?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/6759092339981812340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=6759092339981812340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6759092339981812340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6759092339981812340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-there-anyone-like-our-god.html' title='Is there anyone like our God?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-7207695775566118311</id><published>2011-10-16T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:32:48.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days</title><content type='html'>A good cup of coffee with an extra shot of espresso, because I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Billie Holiday and watching the wind blow around dry leaves. &amp;nbsp;Speaking of music....I recently added a playlist to this blog at the bottom left corner. &amp;nbsp;Have a listen. &amp;nbsp;Start off with Billie if you are so inclined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At church today I enjoyed an hour with the kiddies followed by some pleasant conversations and class, which was on the book of Ecclesiastes. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The verses that stuck out to me were 6:7-9 &amp;nbsp;"All the toil of man is for his mouth, yet his appetite is not satisfied. &amp;nbsp;For what advantage has the wise man over the fool? &amp;nbsp;And what does the poor man have who knows how to conduct himself before the living? &amp;nbsp;Better is the sight of the eyes than the wandering of the appetite: this also is vanity and a striving after wind." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose to life if all you are striving after is riches? &amp;nbsp;You work to eat....you eat to work. &amp;nbsp;It's a selfish and empty cycle. &amp;nbsp;Is the answer wisdom? &amp;nbsp;Is getting wisdom the key to wealth, happiness and a comfortable life? &amp;nbsp;There are poor who are far wiser than their superiors. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If we look back to the pilgrim days, the "American Dream" was religious freedom....living to serve God his way and not ours. &amp;nbsp;The dream has morphed into a monotonous and tasteless reaching after more, more and even more. &amp;nbsp;What are we but worms, consuming dirt, if we are living with such a bourn? &amp;nbsp;The teacher in Ecclesiastes moves on to say that it is better to reach for what is attainable than to reach after dreams because it is like trying to grab the wind. &amp;nbsp;What progress do you make in grabbing what cannot be grasped? &amp;nbsp;This means living in reality, this does not mean "don't set any goals." &amp;nbsp;God calls us in his Word to always press onward to the goal. &amp;nbsp;What is the goal? &amp;nbsp;To be more like Christ. &amp;nbsp;Now....you may be thinking "but we can never be perfect. Isn't that an unattainable goal?" &amp;nbsp;Yes. &amp;nbsp;But that's what is amazing about it. &amp;nbsp;We cannot do it on our own. &amp;nbsp;It is only by the grace of the Father that we can reach after Christ-likeness. &amp;nbsp;We will not attain it in this life, and we're not meant to. &amp;nbsp;It is the life to come when we shall receive the prize. &amp;nbsp; But we strive.....oh how we are to strive to be more like our Savior. &amp;nbsp;The preacher is speaking of worldly goals....things we mean to achieve in this life. &amp;nbsp;Be wise.....do not aim too high. &amp;nbsp;But be wise....do not set your standards too low. &amp;nbsp;Hope that makes sense.... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-7207695775566118311?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/7207695775566118311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=7207695775566118311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7207695775566118311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7207695775566118311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/10/those-lazy-hazy-crazy-days.html' title='Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-340493489912401102</id><published>2011-10-15T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T19:39:48.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;I have a whimsical co-worker who has been teaching me latin as our paths cross in the work day. &amp;nbsp;I do a bit of my own learnin' when I'm at home and surprise him with my extensive knowledge of the language. &amp;nbsp;:P &amp;nbsp; Here are some phrases I've especially liked....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Haec dicit Dominus........&lt;i&gt;Thus says the Lord&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Dum spiro spero........&lt;i&gt;While I breathe I hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Coram Deo.........&lt;i&gt;Before God&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Cum laude.........&lt;i&gt;With honor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Dominus providebit........&lt;i&gt;The Lord will provide&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Semper fidelis.......&lt;i&gt;Always faithful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;And here are some classics (for the calvinist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Sola Scriptura...........&lt;i&gt;By scripture alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Sola Fide..........&lt;i&gt;By faith alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Sola Gratia.........&lt;i&gt;By grace alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Solus Christus or Solo Christo.........&lt;i&gt;Christ alone&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Through Christ alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;Soli Deo Gloria........&lt;i&gt;Glory to God alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;P.S. (Post scriptum).....written after. &amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allfinearts.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/beautiful-2ddrawings-2d39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://allfinearts.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/beautiful-2ddrawings-2d39.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #330000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You can teach a student a lesson for a day; but if you can teach him to learn by creating curiosity, he will continue the learning process as long as he lives." &amp;nbsp;~Clay P. Bedford&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/10176723-340493489912401102?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/340493489912401102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=340493489912401102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/340493489912401102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/340493489912401102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/10/latin.html' title='Latin!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-9074291805636768679</id><published>2011-10-04T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T16:59:14.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get yourself something hot and yummy to drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" class="Bs nH iY" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; width: 1189px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="Bu" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;div class="nH if" style="padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="nH hx" style="color: black; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="h7  " style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="Bk" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 226, 226); border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; position: relative; width: 940px;"&gt;&lt;div class="G3 G2" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div id=":4y"&gt;&lt;div class="HprMsc mNrSre"&gt;&lt;div class="gs"&gt;&lt;div class="ii gt" id=":31" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 15px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 20px; position: relative; z-index: 2;"&gt;&lt;div id=":32"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Greetings Brothers and Sisters!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;If I ever write mass notes it's normally to smaller groups or in smaller forms,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;such as a text, but you were the people that God put on my heart to write to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;this evening. &amp;nbsp;And I had a lot on my heart. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My thoughts started going on rabbit trails this morning when a co-worker came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to me, said, "Mary, if there is one thing you remember, remember this....Haec&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dicit Dominus--Thus says the Lord," and walked away. &amp;nbsp;Those words were&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;strewing for the rest of the day...sometimes bubbling to the front of my conscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;mind and other times going to the back burner. &amp;nbsp;When I came home I started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;preparing for a Bible Study and listened to a sermon by Andy Stanley called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Finding God's Blueprints For Your Life." &amp;nbsp;Andy makes the statement,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Do you realize that when you became a Christian you lost the right to dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;dreams and set goals outside the realm of God's command to make disciples&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;of the nations? &amp;nbsp;You are not your own, you have been bought with a price." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now this quote would definitely spark some good conversation, but the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am trying to get at is that God has a vision for his people. &amp;nbsp;For myself,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know how easy it is to be sidetracked by my own vision for my life. &amp;nbsp;What&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;does Mary want? &amp;nbsp;What would make Mary happy? &amp;nbsp;How does Mary want&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;to spend her life? &amp;nbsp;The problem is that I've substituted my name where the author&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;already had his own. &amp;nbsp;"&lt;i&gt;Thus says the Lord&lt;/i&gt;, the King of Israel and his Redeemer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the Lord of hosts; 'I am the first and the last; besides me there is no god. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who is like me? &amp;nbsp;Let him proclaim it. &amp;nbsp;Let him declare and set it before me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;since I appointed an ancient people. &amp;nbsp;Let them declare what is to come, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;what will happen. &amp;nbsp;Fear not, nor be afraid; have I not told you from of old and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;declared it? &amp;nbsp;And you are my witnesses! Is there a God besides me? &amp;nbsp;There&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" class="Bs nH iY" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-collapse: collapse; display: inline !important; font-family: arial, sans-serif; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; width: 1189px;"&gt;&lt;tbody style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;tr style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;td class="Bu" style="display: inline !important; font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;div class="nH if" style="display: inline !important; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="nH" style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div class="nH hx" style="color: black; display: inline !important; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div class="nH" style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div class="h7  " style="clear: both; display: inline !important; padding-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="Bk" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 226, 226); border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 10px; position: relative; width: 940px;"&gt;&lt;div class="G3 G2" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: inline !important; padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div id=":4y" style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div class="HprMsc mNrSre" style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div class="gs" style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div class="ii gt" id=":31" style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 15px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 20px; position: relative; z-index: 2;"&gt;&lt;div id=":32" style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;is no Rock; I know not any." ~Isaiah 44:6-8&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I suppose I'm just writing to encourage all of you to remember your first love and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;his calling to you, to us....to make disciples of all nations! &amp;nbsp;How does this start? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wherever you are RIGHT NOW! &amp;nbsp;Whether that's Indiana, Tennessee, Texas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kansas, Oregon, Australia or China. &amp;nbsp;It can definitely be overwhelming....any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;christian will admit that. &amp;nbsp;But remember that we are seeking to please&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;God&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;not man. &amp;nbsp;"The greatest asset you have is your own salvation." &amp;nbsp;I've made more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;friendships at my new job with more hurting people than I could have imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It has humbled me and inspired me. The point isn't to add numbers, but to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christ's heart for the lost. &amp;nbsp;There is hope for those aching hearts. &amp;nbsp;How will&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;they discover it unless they are told?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'd really like to be praying for each of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know that several of you are facing extreme difficulties at this time. &amp;nbsp;If you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;friends or family that you have been ministering to in one way or another and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;would like prayer for them, please share that as well. &amp;nbsp;Keep fighting the good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;fight brothers and sisters, and walking faithfully with Jesus Christ, our ROCK,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;REDEEMER and FRIEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-9074291805636768679?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/9074291805636768679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=9074291805636768679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/9074291805636768679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/9074291805636768679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/10/get-yourself-something-hot-and-yummy-to.html' title='Get yourself something hot and yummy to drink'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-634673985872640614</id><published>2011-09-03T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T19:26:43.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Hard Things: The Beginning</title><content type='html'>In March of this year I had an illness appear suddenly. &amp;nbsp;For several months afterward I was constantly tired, sluggish, low on energy and uninspired to be active at all. &amp;nbsp;As I began to improve in health I had such a huge desire to get out there and do hard things. &amp;nbsp;What does "hard" imply though? &amp;nbsp;In my mind it doesn't include the traditional sports (except for volleyball and ping pong....they will always be acceptable). &amp;nbsp;I'm talking about kayaking, rock climbing, walking the dog (you've never walked Phil before....trust me, its a work out), learning to fly a plane, swing dancing, learning spanish and writing letters (faithfully....that can be difficult to accomplish). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in honor of this new found energy I would like to start a Do Hard Things series. &amp;nbsp;First, I would like to point one thing out. &amp;nbsp;The things I am introducing are indeed hard, but they are not the hardest things that we face in life. &amp;nbsp;They are merely earthly challenges. &amp;nbsp;If you truly want to Do Hard Things, check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.therebelution.com/books/"&gt;The Rebelution&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;The hardest thing we will ever be called to do in this world is to live a life that is honorable to God in Heaven......but it is also the most rewarding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) &amp;nbsp;How about we start off with something that has been on my mind for aeons......learning an instrument. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my top picks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the legs on this piano were slightly water damaged......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchamelia.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/piano-on-beach2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://www.searchamelia.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/piano-on-beach2.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This man seems happy he learned to play the drums! :) &amp;nbsp;Or perhaps he's only beginning and doesn't know what he's gotten himself into....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gracesgallery.com/Cruise_May_2004/Jamican-Man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://gracesgallery.com/Cruise_May_2004/Jamican-Man.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah....the fiddle. &amp;nbsp;Irish fiddling is the grandest if you allow me the pleasure of saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashevilleartscenter.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/fiddler-on-the-roof1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://ashevilleartscenter.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/fiddler-on-the-roof1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of instruments did you practice as a kid? &amp;nbsp;Come on....each of us took a lesson of some sort at one time or another. &amp;nbsp;I played around with piano and harmonica, but never became expert (or even average to tell ya the truth). &amp;nbsp;If indeed you did not, what would you like to learn? &amp;nbsp;What kind of instrument strikes your fancy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: &amp;nbsp;The simple fact that I am listing these instruments as part of the "Do Hard Things" does not mean I will necessarily start doing them. &amp;nbsp;I hope to one of these days, but as it is I have no access to any of the above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooowever.....I do own one of these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blastmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/DSC6516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://blastmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/DSC6516.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I promise you I don't look that spectacular when I hold it up in the air. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-634673985872640614?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/634673985872640614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=634673985872640614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/634673985872640614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/634673985872640614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-hard-things.html' title='Do Hard Things: The Beginning'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-173353669171821929</id><published>2011-08-21T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T12:26:38.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discontentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. &amp;nbsp;I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. &amp;nbsp;In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. &amp;nbsp;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." &amp;nbsp;~Philippians 4:11-13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Excuses of a Discontented Heart from "The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment" by Jeremiah Burroughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "One who is discontented says, 'It is not discontent; it is a sense of my condition." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argument: "There is no sense of any affliction that will hinder the sense of God's mercies. &amp;nbsp;Nay, the more we are sensible of our afflictions, providing it is in a gracious manner, the more sensible we will be of God's mercy. &amp;nbsp;But you are so sensible of your affliction that it takes away the sense of all your mercies." Yes, we may suffer and we do not want to ignore the fact that we are in a rough patch, but how self-aware are we going to be? &amp;nbsp;Are we going to be so focused on the fact we are in a trial that we lose focus on the mercies of our Heavenly Father? &amp;nbsp;Burroughs describes this as "going beyond the bounds," and it is sinful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argument: "If it were but a bare sense of an affliction it would not hinder you in the duties of your condition." &amp;nbsp;I am certainly guilty of this. &amp;nbsp;I have been in trials that are so rough I convince myself there are duties I don't need to perform because I am suffering so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argument: "If it were but a mere sense of of your afflictions, then you could in this your condition bless God for the mercies that others have; but your discontentedness usually breeds envy at others. &amp;nbsp;When anyone is discontented with their condition, they have an envious spirit at the conditions of those who are delivered from what afflictions they bear." &amp;nbsp;I have been this way. &amp;nbsp;I have been jealous of people who I believe God has blessed more abundantly than me. &amp;nbsp;I have been jealous of people who were given opportunities I wanted. &amp;nbsp;At one point I thought I was justified in being envious because it was a good thing I was desiring and could not do. &amp;nbsp;But God has shown me that each person has their own path he leads them on. &amp;nbsp;I would not give up what God would do with me, what he would teach me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-173353669171821929?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/173353669171821929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=173353669171821929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/173353669171821929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/173353669171821929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/08/discontentment.html' title='Discontentment'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-5423913704936590722</id><published>2011-08-17T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T19:47:01.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five pennies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was challenged in my quiet time to consider several things....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1) &amp;nbsp;Do I change the outcome of providence by my complaints? &amp;nbsp;Isn't the Will of God stronger than to be swayed by my anxious thoughts and fretting? &amp;nbsp;Praise God he never changes his mind or the plans he made in counsel before the foundations of the world. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2) &amp;nbsp;How often do I count the burdens and ignore the blessings? &amp;nbsp;If I were to make two lists and put them side by side, which would be longer and more glorious? &amp;nbsp;Is not the blessing of sins extinguished and salvation gained more valuable than any number of troubles in this life? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3) &amp;nbsp;I cannot judge God's plan or purpose by looking at one dot on the canvas. &amp;nbsp;I must have perspective. &amp;nbsp;And even then....I only see as in a mirror....dimly. &amp;nbsp;One day I shall see clearly and know fully, even as I myself am fully known by the Lord. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4) &amp;nbsp;Sometimes a blessing can also be a trial, but every trial is a blessing for the believer. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5) &amp;nbsp;No matter what I go through my joy is firm......Christ is my hope. &amp;nbsp;As long as he is solid, so is my hope. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ogYPIIlTEHY/TckM10FzDtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YrKLha9CDyk/s1600/psalm+100+tree+by+water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ogYPIIlTEHY/TckM10FzDtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YrKLha9CDyk/s400/psalm+100+tree+by+water.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Those planted by the Lord&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Will in God's courts be seen;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When old they'll still bear fruit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And flourish fresh and green,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And this proclaim-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;How upright is the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My Rock, no wrong in Him!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;~Psalm 92:13-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-5423913704936590722?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/5423913704936590722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=5423913704936590722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-9173652741153112316</id><published>2011-08-02T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T19:56:24.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whom have I in Heaven but You?</title><content type='html'>"And after you will take me into glory." What is glory? &amp;nbsp;Our glory is being fully transformed into the image of Christ Jesus our Lord. &amp;nbsp;My heart longs to be with my Savior. &amp;nbsp;"My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." &amp;nbsp;Be encouraged, O weary traveler, for earth is the worst place a child of God will ever live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/gnSVgCMfhsY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnSVgCMfhsY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnSVgCMfhsY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" 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title='Whom have I in Heaven but You?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-3400453349377475264</id><published>2011-07-24T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:24:56.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Covfamikoi 2011</title><content type='html'>David Hanson gave talks from Hosea during the Covfamikoi family conference. &amp;nbsp;Hosea was commanded to marry Gomer, a harlot. &amp;nbsp;Gomer was constantly unfaithful and yet Hosea was patient with her. &amp;nbsp;At one point Gomer was living with a man who was not her husband. &amp;nbsp;Hosea humiliated himself by pursuing her in front of all their neighbors. &amp;nbsp;He was faithful to her even when she was running from him and to other lovers. &amp;nbsp;Hosea is a picture of Christ and Gomer is us. &amp;nbsp;However, our offense to God was so much greater. &amp;nbsp;Christ humiliated himself and bought us back. &amp;nbsp;He faced the complete wrath of God for our sins. &amp;nbsp;The reality is that either the roar of the lion will devour us or overcome our sins and our enemies. &amp;nbsp;It's unfathomable to me that some have been chosen by Christ and that when his people turn away to "other lovers" he pursues them. &amp;nbsp;He pursues them with an unfailing love. &amp;nbsp;We am getting the better end of deal in this marriage. &amp;nbsp;How could the Church ever think to turn away from her King? &amp;nbsp;There was so much more to the talks. &amp;nbsp;If you'd like to hear more go&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sermonaudio.com/search.asp?SpeakerOnly=true&amp;amp;currSection=sermonsspeaker&amp;amp;keyword=David%5EHanson"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference also included plenty of time for fellowship. &amp;nbsp;I brought my nine-year-old niece Jayme and my brother for the week. &amp;nbsp;There were popsicle socials, meal times, volleyball, basketball, swimming, soccer, ultimate frisbee, junior olympics (for the kiddies), swing dancing (for the college age), ping pong, pool, dutch blitz, late night laughing, gold fish parties, long talks, and walks around the beautiful campus of Cambellssville University.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-3400453349377475264?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-6911137863513889793</id><published>2011-07-23T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T15:53:12.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Covfamikoi bit</title><content type='html'>I spent six days at an incredible conference in Kentucky this last week. &amp;nbsp; More to come on it soon. &amp;nbsp;:) &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-6911137863513889793?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/6911137863513889793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-696372258763624570</id><published>2011-07-12T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T16:52:28.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::FroYo::</title><content type='html'>I've always been an ice cream person. &amp;nbsp;I grew up being allergic to corn and that was in about every dessert, other than Bryers brand ice cream. &amp;nbsp;I won't lie and say I didn't have it too often....cause I did. &amp;nbsp;In the past year or so I've had the pleasure of experiencing several different frozen yogurt shops. &amp;nbsp;They are simply delightful! &amp;nbsp;It's fun to experiment with different flavors and toppings. &amp;nbsp;You gotta be careful how much you put in your bowl/cup though....they charge by the ounce (yipes!!). &amp;nbsp;The one with the best taste (in my own humble opinion) is Yogulatte on Mass Ave. &amp;nbsp;My favorite flavors are the original, cheesecake and chocolate. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloindianapolis.com/media/articles/large/4731_image4_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://media1.helloindianapolis.com/media/articles/medium/4731_image1_medium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://media1.helloindianapolis.com/media/articles/medium/4731_image1_medium.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4896096890_ab96b7f4f6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4896096890_ab96b7f4f6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-7745490516141642506</id><published>2011-07-08T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T19:07:40.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Birds eye view~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/oRKBLT9tMzs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oRKBLT9tMzs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oRKBLT9tMzs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amy Kuney has a classy and smooth sound that is good to listen to at just about any time of the day. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-7745490516141642506?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/7745490516141642506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=7745490516141642506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7745490516141642506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7745490516141642506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/07/birds-eye-view.html' title='~Birds eye view~'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-3329183412880363746</id><published>2011-07-07T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:12:58.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've been struck by inspiration. It comes from sources of all kinds: magazines, people I don't know, people I do know, the Creator himself, music and various other things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister has begun a new hobby...knitting! She inspires me to make one of these (or more than one....why limit myself? :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rocketfuelstyle.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/bias_knit_tie.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=333" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" m$="true" src="http://rocketfuelstyle.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/bias_knit_tie.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=333" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One beautiful thing about knitting is that there are different colors! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suitored.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Charvet-Silk-Knit-Tie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" m$="true" src="http://suitored.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Charvet-Silk-Knit-Tie.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through Anthropologie issues and found this charming necklace.&amp;nbsp; My parents collect all kinds of unique, colorful and interesting stones.&amp;nbsp; I could definitely use one or a couple of them.&amp;nbsp; And the rope is fantastic!&amp;nbsp; Couldn't remind me more of a warm day sailing on the water (although I've never been sailing....I've always wanted to).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lostindrawers.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/5800280101_7d83b64fd0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://lostindrawers.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/5800280101_7d83b64fd0.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wait for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.chictopia.com/photos/lexigancayco/7016250010/bowler-hat-oxygen-top-vintage-second-shop-shorts-h-m-shoes_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" m$="true" src="http://images2.chictopia.com/photos/lexigancayco/7016250010/bowler-hat-oxygen-top-vintage-second-shop-shorts-h-m-shoes_400.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just adore them.&amp;nbsp; My brother gave me his black bowler hat.&amp;nbsp; I will try my best not to let Charlie Chaplin down.&amp;nbsp; :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-3329183412880363746?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/3329183412880363746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=3329183412880363746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/3329183412880363746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/3329183412880363746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-ties.html' title='New Ties'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-813213866712030972</id><published>2011-07-04T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T14:08:40.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Give me something to believe, cause I ain't living just to breathe." ~The Bravery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ages back, long ago.....'bout six years, I and my family would go to Culver, IN every year for the 4th of July. &amp;nbsp;We have not gone since the year of 2007 because the very people we went to see (aunt and uncle) moved to Seattle, Washington. &amp;nbsp;We've missed going, but have done our best in making new memories. &amp;nbsp;This last week, however, my younger sister and I decided to revisit the old ones. &amp;nbsp;Culver hasn't changed....not a tidbit. &amp;nbsp;We drove on the same streets with the same trees hanging over. &amp;nbsp;We walked by the same water and watched the same sail boats pass us by. &amp;nbsp;We visited the same restaurants and enjoyed the same tastes. &amp;nbsp;And yet....it was different. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't the place on it's own that mattered, it was the people as well (and more so). &amp;nbsp;I enjoyed spending one-on-one time with my sister. &amp;nbsp;We lived on the edge by paying a bundle for three hours of kayaking. &amp;nbsp;It was well worth the cost. &amp;nbsp;We rowed, we swam, we laughed, we sang and we burned. &amp;nbsp;The evening we left Culver in our tracks it was raining; no, it was pouring. &amp;nbsp;We had a few tornado scares that only made the drive more adventurous. Staying in Lafayette was refreshing because of the smiling faces that greeted us. &amp;nbsp;We laughed with friends over cool glasses of water and ice cream with leftover cake bits from a wedding earlier that day. &amp;nbsp;On Sunday we listened to a wonderful sermon given by Jared Olivetti on one of the trails of Paul. &amp;nbsp;I learned that it's possible to feel convicted without being converted. &amp;nbsp;That afternoon we walked around Mass Ave, taking pictures and investigating Silver in the City*At Home in the City. &amp;nbsp;The day ended with a sermon by Pastor Whitla on Jonah 2. &amp;nbsp;God afflicts in order to have his people rededicate their lives to him and pay the vows they made. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"The only thing that Jonah contributed to his salvation was the sin that made that salvation necessary. &amp;nbsp;We are all Jonahs." ~David Whitla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's the 4th of July......remember the impact our forefathers had and seek to make an impact in the here and now for the generations to come. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booooooom.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/rjshaughnessy_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://www.booooooom.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/rjshaughnessy_05.jpg" width="400" /&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/10176723-813213866712030972?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/813213866712030972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=813213866712030972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/813213866712030972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/813213866712030972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/07/give-me-something-to-believe-cause-i.html' title='&quot;Give me something to believe, cause I ain&apos;t living just to breathe.&quot; ~The Bravery'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-8109429729034989003</id><published>2011-06-27T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:50:06.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekly Devotional E-mail From Sylvia Gunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world is&amp;nbsp;in a mess! &amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;Jesus is the answer! Read the headlines, follow the stories, if you like, but get your truth from the Spirit of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One of the greatest things about prayer is that you can be a prayer missionary anywhere.&amp;nbsp; In prayer there are no "closed" nations.&amp;nbsp; You have full rights to intercede for any nation that God places on your heart, regardless of what the government of that nation says about God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Using this prayer strategy, in as little as a&amp;nbsp;few minutes you can go in prayer&amp;nbsp; to any country&amp;nbsp;in the world and pray for God to show His glory in that location among those people whom he created.&amp;nbsp; You can also use this same well-rounded prayer prompter to pray for hours, if God directs you.&amp;nbsp; So grab your passport (your identity in Christ), your carry-on luggage (your Bible), and a map or a newspaper and see where God wants to send you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Prayer Principles Multiplied 7 Days A Week&lt;br /&gt;For The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Lift up Jesus as Lord to the glory of the Father&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and acknowledge His sovereignty, rule, and authority in your life, in the whole earth, and in a particular country.&amp;nbsp; Glorify the King of kings.&amp;nbsp; God reigns, Ps 47:8. &amp;nbsp;His dominion endures, Ps 145:11-13.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. By the blood of Jesus and in His all-powerful name, in prayer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make an appeal in the court of heaven&amp;nbsp;against all spiritual forces that are operating in&amp;nbsp;the country to blind it, bind it, and hold it captive&lt;/span&gt;. Claim that the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;name of the L&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;subjugates every opposing ruling power and causes every knee to bow in submission to His rule and authority. &amp;nbsp;Eph 1:21-22,&amp;nbsp; Phi 2:9-11.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Pray for the Spirit of God to open the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;over a specific area or country.&amp;nbsp;Pray for a Holy Spirit breakthrough over the traditional religious systems that dominate. Confess idolatry and sins of the nation/peoples. Ask God to r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;end the heavens and come down, Isa 64:1-4.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Pray for an awakened church&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; John 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #435f7a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Pray for a spirit of humility, repentance, and revival&amp;nbsp; 2 Chron 7:14&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Pray for&amp;nbsp;the church to move in unity, love, and power of the Spirit&amp;nbsp; John 17:23, 24, 26&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Ask for God's protection and will&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; John 17:4, 11, 13, 15, 17, 19&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #435f7a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Pray for use of spiritual weapons&amp;nbsp;and armor&amp;nbsp; 2 Cor 10:3-4&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #435f7a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Pray for all in authority&amp;nbsp; 1 Tim 2:1-4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Ask God for just men to rule in the fear of the Lord&amp;nbsp; 2 Sam 23:3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #435f7a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Thank God that he is not willing for any to perish&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;2 Peter 3:9&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Ask for&amp;nbsp;God's provision for sin be applied to the need of all those who do not know the Savior&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; John 17:25&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;That children and youth hear the gospel and learn the character of God and go forth as the "sent ones"&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mark 10:14-15&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #435f7a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Pray for pastors and Christian leaders&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;who are God-anointed, God-appointed, and God-empowered and for a mighty movement of intercessory prayer that is aggressive in worship andl warfare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Pray for political leaders to repent, receive salvation, and govern righteously&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and for the "most unlikely" unrighteous men to be converted and become radical disciples.&amp;nbsp; Pray for Christians in leadership to know their God and stand strong in the fear of the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Pray for the Lord of the harvest to reap multitudes for spiritual awakening and salvation&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and that new believers will be strong, growing disciples in the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #435f7a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father, glorify Your name in all the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #435f7a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #435f7a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE: &amp;nbsp;I Did not write any of this. &amp;nbsp;All of this belongs to Sylvia Gunter. &amp;nbsp;However, I did find it helpful and encouraging. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #435f7a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE250vHIH9c/TMjZ0w8U__I/AAAAAAAAAMc/f5sD7MqXG-g/s1600/nick_brandt_photography1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZE250vHIH9c/TMjZ0w8U__I/AAAAAAAAAMc/f5sD7MqXG-g/s400/nick_brandt_photography1.jpg" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;Given by Pastor David Reese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;Text: Titus 2:11-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;You can listen to the &lt;a href="http://www.sermonaudio.com/search.asp?sourceonly=true&amp;amp;currSection=sermonssource&amp;amp;keyword=springsreformed&amp;amp;subsetcat=series&amp;amp;subsetitem=Sanctification"&gt;sermon&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for yourself if you wish. &amp;nbsp;These are just my notes, but I hope that they are helpful. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Every person is conceived and born with that corruption.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We have to put off a former way of life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This old nature can be called “worldliness” so we must put off the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Before all this we were slaves to sin and in bondage to the ways of the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We had no choice in it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;God’s grace has delivered us from our former captivity so that we may not live according to the flesh but according to the spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"&gt;*You are to live like those who are headed for an eternal rest in the presence of God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Self-control, righteousness, godliness—these are the characteristics we strive for.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*The time aspect of the Gospel is the future. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Paul is calling us to live eschatologically (eschatology—the study of the last days).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You cannot live like you have no idea what is going to happen in the future.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We have been given insight into what the ultimate plan of God is for his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;~There was an appearing in the past and there will be another appearing in the future.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The past and the future are inseparably tied together.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The very one who will appear in the future is the one who appeared in the past.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Our hope is in the one who has already appeared and already given himself for us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;~We live between the now and the not yet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There is still a present work going on that is not yet complete.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That work of transformation will come to completion when he comes again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The present work is not possible without the past salvation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And the past salvation is not claimable without the present work.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is entirely a package deal: if you have one you have them all.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you do not have one of them then you do not have any of them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No one can legitimately claim to be saved if the active work of grace is not present in their lives today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Paul is saying that Jesus gave himself for us not only to redeem us, but to purify us for himself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We are no more sanctified by our own works and we no more sanctify ourselves than we do justify ourselves.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The work of holiness is a work of God’s grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;~Until we learn the gospel way of sanctification we will never progress.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;God will never bless means he did not ordain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He will neither bless mere sincerity.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The double purpose of the Gospel is Justification and sanctification. Our Justification &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; sanctification are in Jesus Christ ALONE.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;May it be in our minds that general purification from the stain of sin in our lives is brought about by Christ and not ourselves.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;~If we struggle with a besetting sin there is a Savior from that!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What is sanctification?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is the work of free grace in our lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What is justification?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Justification is an &lt;u&gt;act&lt;/u&gt; of God’s free grace.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The only difference is that we understand sanctification to be an ongoing work of God’s free grace—meaning we do not contribute to it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is entirely a gift from Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;~ I Thessalonians 5:23 &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #06131f; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;Now may the God of peace himself sanctify you completely, and may your whole spirit and soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;~Hebrews 13:20-21&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Now may the God of peace, who through the blood of the eternal covenant brought back from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep, equip you with everything good for doing his will, and may he work in us what is pleasing to him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;~Ephesians 5:25-27 &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;her by the washing with water through the word, and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Gospel is so much better than it is sometimes preached.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Too often when we think of salvation it is often consumed by not going to hell when we die.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It includes not only freedom from sin, but from the power of sin and its stain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He will take away that guilt and stain of sin; the burden in our lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;~Ultimately God is saving sinners so he may make a people for his own possession.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Salvation is designed to accomplish something in this present age—that he would have a people &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt; that are zealous for good works.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-1074488845862567470?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/1074488845862567470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=1074488845862567470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1074488845862567470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1074488845862567470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/06/sanctification-forgotten-part-of-gospel_03.html' title='Sanctification: The Forgotten Part of the Gospel Part II'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-6106117635247487251</id><published>2011-06-02T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T16:48:33.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctification: The Forgotten Part of the Gospel  Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;By Pastor David Reese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Text: Titus 2:11-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;You can listen to this &lt;a href="http://www.sermonaudio.com/search.asp?sourceonly=true&amp;amp;currSection=sermonssource&amp;amp;keyword=springsreformed&amp;amp;subsetcat=series&amp;amp;subsetitem=Sanctification"&gt;sermon&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for yourself if you wish. &amp;nbsp;These are just my notes but I hope they are helpful. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;*Verse 11 beings with the word “for” because it is connected with what Paul has been saying previously.&amp;nbsp; He had been giving instruction to Titus as a young pastor to teach the Cretin Christians to live lives that are consistant with the Gospel.&amp;nbsp; “Teach with what accords with sound doctrine.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Paul shows that certain traits should appear in the characters of believers—“That they may adorn the doctrine of God our Savior.”&amp;nbsp; Christian people should live this way because the grace of God has brought salvation for all people.&amp;nbsp; This section is the grand scope of the salvation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~Paul is trying to say that salvation is a matter that concerns much more than people merely not going to hell when they die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Paul gives a harsh description of the Cretins because they had been living unholy lives.&amp;nbsp; Even though we might find ourselves lazy, dishonest and evil we are still to live lives that adorn the doctrine of God because the Gospel has come for all peoples.&amp;nbsp; Nobody is left outside of that equation: it does not matter your station in life or how bad you are.&amp;nbsp; Salvation through Christ is a reality for all kinds of people.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We need to hear the emphasis of grace and salvation.&amp;nbsp; People cannot live in accordance with sound doctrine by just doing it.&amp;nbsp; Paul’s point is not “ok, now that you are a Christian it’s time for you to change your behavior.”&amp;nbsp; Paul tells Titus that he can urge people to live godly lives &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;because&lt;/i&gt; of the grace of God.&amp;nbsp; What was impossible before, what we could not do and have the inability in ourselves to do is now possible because of God’s grace brought through the salvation that is in Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Salvation is about much more than what happens after you die.&amp;nbsp; It’s much more than an insurance policy.&amp;nbsp; The scope of salvation includes all kinds of people not just after they die, but in the here and now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There are past, present and future aspects of the Gospel.&amp;nbsp; The grace of God has appeared in the past and it is training us to live godly lives in the present age; as we wait for our future, blessed hope.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Possibly one of the main reasons the Church is largely indistinguishable from the world in respect to its morality is that we have largely truncated the Gospel.&amp;nbsp; We do not make clear what salvation really is.&amp;nbsp; We’ve simply preached “Come to Jesus and you do not have to go to hell when you die.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We need to communicate this grand scope of the Gospel and tell Christians they ought to live godly lives today.&lt;br /&gt;*Paul is saying that something objective and historical has happened.&amp;nbsp; When Jesus Christ lived, died and rose from the dead—that event was the great and definitive manifestation of God in this world.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~When the goodness and loving kindess of God our savior appeared he saved us—past tense.&amp;nbsp; We were saved by that past work of Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; We need to realize that everything then in the present and everything in the future is based on the final work of Jesus Christ in the past.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~You can’t get anymore saved than you already are.&amp;nbsp; You’re saved status is based upon the finished work of Christ which has already been accepted by God.&amp;nbsp; That saved status is not the end for the Christian life.&amp;nbsp; It also now has a vital and major impact on our lives in the present.&amp;nbsp; The grace that was manifested in the past is still active and effectual in the present.&amp;nbsp; It is not that God’s grace has merely done something in the past, but it is presently at work.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What is God graciously doing right now?&amp;nbsp; Paul focuses on a two-fold activity.&amp;nbsp; The Gospel presently trains us to put off certain actions and characteristics.&amp;nbsp; Secondly, it causes us to put &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;on&lt;/i&gt; characteristics mirroring Christ’s.&amp;nbsp; We are learning from the Gospel to put away behavior that is inconsistent with who he is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We have been redeemed by him; we have been purchased.&amp;nbsp; We are no longer our own for we have been bought with a price.&amp;nbsp; We are now his people and we are now being trained to live lives that show forth that fact.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-6106117635247487251?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/6106117635247487251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=6106117635247487251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6106117635247487251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6106117635247487251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/06/sanctification-forgotten-part-of-gospel.html' title='Sanctification: The Forgotten Part of the Gospel  Part I'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-2226839670137041172</id><published>2011-05-28T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T10:26:32.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Words words words!" ~Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"&gt;I had the pleasure of going to Topeka, KS this last week. &amp;nbsp;My brother, sister and dear friend accompanied me. &amp;nbsp;We went on this adventure to visit several friends. &amp;nbsp;Not old friends, but new friends that seemed like old ones. &amp;nbsp;In the past three months I have become part of a family called the LifeFocus 2011 team. &amp;nbsp;I have been going through fire and their friendship has been like cool water from heaven. &amp;nbsp;We did not see the whole team, but most of them. &amp;nbsp;The other half are in India and Ireland, bravely serving the Lord. &amp;nbsp;We did not climb a mountain or fight terrorists. &amp;nbsp;Instead we played disc golf, played round robin, &amp;nbsp;listened to sound doctrine, talked non-stop, and encouraged one another. &amp;nbsp;Such capital fellowship brings much refreshment to a downcast spirit. &amp;nbsp;Through these dark months I've learned the beauty and substance of prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrie Ten Boom was sitting in her dark cell when a warm trace of sun penetrated its way through a hole in the cold stone.&amp;nbsp; She realized her loneliness as never before and called out to her Savior.&amp;nbsp; She recalled Matthew 28:20 and wast at peace.&amp;nbsp; She began singing these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a friend we have in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;All our sins and griefs to bear.&lt;br /&gt;What a privilege to carry&lt;br /&gt;Everything to God in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A woman in another cell began to sing the verses with her (the blessing of fellowship in dark times! :D ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O what peace we often forfeit,&lt;br /&gt;O what needless pain we bear,&lt;br /&gt;All because we do not carry&lt;br /&gt;Everything to God in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we trials and temptations?&lt;br /&gt;Is there trouble anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;We should never be discouraged&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the Lord in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we find a friend so faithful,&lt;br /&gt;Who will all our sorrows share?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus knows our every weakness,&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the Lord in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we weak and heavy-laden&lt;br /&gt;Cumbered with a load of care?&lt;br /&gt;Precious Savior, still our refuge&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the Lord in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do thy friends despire, forsake thee?&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the Lord in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;In His arms He'll take and shield thee,&lt;br /&gt;Thou wilt find solace there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any concern too small to be turned into a prayer is too small to be made into a burden." ~Corrie Ten Boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that we are free to go before the throne of grace!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px;"&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/10176723-2226839670137041172?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/2226839670137041172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=2226839670137041172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2226839670137041172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2226839670137041172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/05/words-words-words-shakespeare.html' title='&quot;Words words words!&quot; ~Shakespeare'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-3908891013331666261</id><published>2011-05-02T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T13:10:49.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardens in the Home and in the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;I've never been successful with plants. I know people say this all the time, but it's reallly an issue. I bought a bamboo plant once and bamboo is supposed to be pretty hardy. What did I do? I left it in my closet. Even as it started to go from a lovely shade of green to a yucky yellow I never took it out. I just said, "I'll do it later." Well, "later" wound up killing that beautiful bamboo stub. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;In spite of this terrifying experience I still have a mighty strong desire to grow flowers and green things. The sad part is that I live in a condo that faces NORTH. Absolutely no direct sunlight. Dark is the enemy of most living things (not just plants). Last year I had the great pleasure to receive some gardening tips from an older woman in my Church. She gardens to help with her epilepsy and I've seen a light in her eyes since she started getting her hands dirty. She gave me a tour of her tomatoes and the most gorgeous zucchini you ever did see! I left her home very much enlightened and with arms full of fresh produce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;If I were ever to have my own apartment that was lacking in space this is EXACTLY what I would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_727OBkoI4tw/SbBcts4mokI/AAAAAAAAHUE/s_RtkKvuGoo/s160" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_727OBkoI4tw/SbBcts4mokI/AAAAAAAAHUE/s_RtkKvuGoo/s160" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Don't you just love the floating shelves in the window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've been thinking about flowers on another level, a much more serious level.&amp;nbsp; My name means "living fragrance" (II Cor.2:14 "But thanks be to God, who always leads us in His triumph in Christ, and manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place").&amp;nbsp; My middle name means "from the pasture meadow" and "full of grace".&amp;nbsp; It is my desire&amp;nbsp;(and the desire of my parents) that I be a quiet and&amp;nbsp;sweet&amp;nbsp;aroma of grace&amp;nbsp;unto the&amp;nbsp;lord and in the lives of others.&amp;nbsp; My father introduced me&amp;nbsp;to a beautiful&amp;nbsp;view of the heart.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As scripture&amp;nbsp;says, we are all dead in our sins (Ephesians 2:5). &amp;nbsp; By grace alone, Christ comes and takes that desert heart and gives us a new heart. &amp;nbsp; This new heart, new man, is like a tree planted by streams of water (Psalm 1:3). &amp;nbsp;The Garden of Eden was a place where God walked about with man, communing with him on a personal level. &amp;nbsp;Christians enjoy a similar communion with the indwelling Holy Spirit. &amp;nbsp;I have had many precious moments in my secret garden with my Lord. &amp;nbsp;This garden of mine is not perfect, it does contain thorns and weeds. &amp;nbsp;The plants that grow there though, are planted by the Savior. &amp;nbsp;He tends to my heart and helps me to grow in grace. &amp;nbsp;Only he can plant such things as love, peace, joy, faithfulness, patience and long-suffering. &amp;nbsp;He is also digging out the ugly weeds such as covetousness, anger, jealousy, laziness and pride. &amp;nbsp;Isaiah 58:11: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And the LORD will guide you continually and satisfy your desire in scorched places and make your bones strong;and you shall be [Jer 31:12] like a watered garden,like a spring of water,whose waters do not fail." &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is all purely jibber-jabber and not very well lain out; I may plainly warn you. &amp;nbsp;Nevertheless, the imagery is lovely to me. &amp;nbsp;&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/10176723-3908891013331666261?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/3908891013331666261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=3908891013331666261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/3908891013331666261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/3908891013331666261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/05/gardens-in-home-and-in-heart.html' title='Gardens in the Home and in the Heart'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_727OBkoI4tw/SbBcts4mokI/AAAAAAAAHUE/s_RtkKvuGoo/s72-c/s160' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-1984685572910771691</id><published>2011-03-03T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T08:20:38.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs and Peanut Butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;MARCH 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of this blessed month acknowledges pigs. &amp;nbsp;We have Ellen Stanely to thank for National Pig Day. &amp;nbsp;It's a day to be aware of the intelligence of our little friend, the pig. &amp;nbsp;I hear they make excellent pets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zjYpymjITnU/TW-9J3kAY8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/S6BfdxlSxvU/s1600/CIMG5842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zjYpymjITnU/TW-9J3kAY8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/S6BfdxlSxvU/s320/CIMG5842.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sister and our two friends had bible study at McDonald's. &amp;nbsp;It's rather difficult to share one's thoughts on scripture while trying to eat a hot fudge sundae and pepper covered fries. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-But1_8qS8Tc/TW-95J5EHOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GobA_VUhMRE/s1600/CIMG5822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-But1_8qS8Tc/TW-95J5EHOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GobA_VUhMRE/s320/CIMG5822.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Earlier that evening we also had the pleasure of seeing a few friends (it had been way too long!). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EMV2wnOYPDg/TW--jzYBm3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/yryKJuKIihQ/s1600/CIMG5819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EMV2wnOYPDg/TW--jzYBm3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/yryKJuKIihQ/s320/CIMG5819.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And even earlier than that we had visitors from Mexico and Bangladesh over for dinner. &amp;nbsp;There was good food and comfortable conversation. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UO5G4c-WgBs/TW--2pz-BpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S47lL7OIPVs/s1600/CIMG5844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UO5G4c-WgBs/TW--2pz-BpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S47lL7OIPVs/s320/CIMG5844.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! And little gifts were given. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This day ALSO known as National Peanut Butter Day!! How incredible is that? &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, we took no pictures of peanut butter. &amp;nbsp;But hey.....here's one if you just really were hoping for it. &amp;nbsp;^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salem-news.com/stimg/february152007/peanut_butter_salmonella1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.salem-news.com/stimg/february152007/peanut_butter_salmonella1.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mom never bought this particular brand when we were younger because of the magic. &amp;nbsp;I'm glad she's changed her mind. &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/10176723-1984685572910771691?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/1984685572910771691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=1984685572910771691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1984685572910771691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1984685572910771691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/03/pigs-peanut-butter-and-old-stuff.html' title='Pigs and Peanut Butter'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zjYpymjITnU/TW-9J3kAY8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/S6BfdxlSxvU/s72-c/CIMG5842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-7471690861686502954</id><published>2011-01-04T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:53:37.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since you entered my life....</title><content type='html'>O Lord, you have made my lifeless world full of joy and meaning. &amp;nbsp; The bland was made beautiful......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.worldgallery.co.uk/i/prints/rw/lg/5/3/Anonymous-Hot-Air-Balloons-53849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://images.worldgallery.co.uk/i/prints/rw/lg/5/3/Anonymous-Hot-Air-Balloons-53849.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.....like colored raindrops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-7471690861686502954?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/7471690861686502954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=7471690861686502954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7471690861686502954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7471690861686502954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2011/01/since-you-entered-my-life.html' title='Since you entered my life....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-2139784952352168188</id><published>2010-12-29T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T19:16:17.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selected Pieces From Necklace Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TRvvTAVumdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/594rP71U3RM/s320/December+236.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Photographs by Emily G.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Fool's&amp;nbsp;Gold&amp;nbsp;Neckalce&amp;nbsp;(this picture was taken by yours truly....therefore not as professional)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;II. Another view of The Fool's Gold Necklace&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;III.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Unnamed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;IV.&amp;nbsp;Kimbo's Key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;V. Songbird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;VI. Back of Songbird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;VII. Another view of Songbird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;VIII. Unnamed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-2139784952352168188?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/2139784952352168188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=2139784952352168188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2139784952352168188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2139784952352168188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/12/selected-pieces.html' title='Selected Pieces From Necklace Collection'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TRv30M0I4AI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pTyg-my4ANM/s72-c/CIMG3934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-5787556733465950085</id><published>2010-12-24T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T18:06:21.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Say So and I'll just Say "Go Go!"</title><content type='html'>Colored bands dividing vision&lt;br /&gt;Pulse and constant joyful light&lt;br /&gt;She broke through the bonds of tough love&lt;br /&gt;Configured new arrangements&lt;br /&gt;For redeemed peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;And if you're lonely at all&lt;br /&gt;There is a heart open for business&lt;br /&gt;Consider yourself.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.treehugger.com/images/2007/10/24/light-drop-led.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://i.treehugger.com/images/2007/10/24/light-drop-led.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-5787556733465950085?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/5787556733465950085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=5787556733465950085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/5787556733465950085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/5787556733465950085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-say-so-and-ill-just-say-go-go.html' title='You Say So and I&apos;ll just Say &quot;Go Go!&quot;'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-6809231914011840804</id><published>2010-12-14T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:10:26.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Makings of Silver and Other Objects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blog.simonewalsh.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/handmade-jewellery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.blog.simonewalsh.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/handmade-jewellery.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When it comes to jewelry I prefer to tone things down; less is more kind of thing. &amp;nbsp;These pieces are light and elegant. &amp;nbsp;The open spaces seem to pull air and light through, yet the eye is still drawn in. &amp;nbsp; I enjoy a mixture of styles, but I often gravitate towards rustic edges, vintage simplicity and mild tones. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://indieluck.com/images/Fork_You_Necklace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://indieluck.com/images/Fork_You_Necklace.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hearthandmadeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/bumblesea-seadust-vial-necklace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.hearthandmadeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/bumblesea-seadust-vial-necklace.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_570xN.194007764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_570xN.194007764.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The baker in my finds this adorable. &amp;nbsp;I wonder if the measurements are real. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will (perhaps) post a few of my own pieces eventually. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/10176723-6809231914011840804?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/6809231914011840804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=6809231914011840804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6809231914011840804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6809231914011840804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/12/makings-of-silver-and-other-objects.html' title='The Makings of Silver and Other Objects'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-5589360079822785072</id><published>2010-10-29T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:26:30.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple pleasures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myows.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/security_simplicity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://myows.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/security_simplicity.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://restingmotion.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/simplicity4186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://restingmotion.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/simplicity4186.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Simplicity finds you in unexpected, joyous places.&amp;nbsp; It transfers from nature....to life in the everyday.&amp;nbsp; I wish changing color in life were as simple as the click of a button.&amp;nbsp; I suppose it wouldn't be as valuable then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-5589360079822785072?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/5589360079822785072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=5589360079822785072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/5589360079822785072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/5589360079822785072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/10/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple pleasures....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-8170011746470804093</id><published>2010-10-05T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:52:42.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Fall!! And Pumpkins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shawnkristofer.com/images/20070713083050_pumpkin%20patch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.shawnkristofer.com/images/20070713083050_pumpkin%20patch.jpg" width="387" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/10176723-8170011746470804093?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/8170011746470804093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=8170011746470804093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/8170011746470804093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/8170011746470804093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/10/yay-for-fall-and-pumpkins.html' title='Yay for Fall!! And Pumpkins!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-5517574158482916247</id><published>2010-09-24T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:11:26.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter what, I'm going to love You....I'm going to need You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OA3MSqufJP4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OA3MSqufJP4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, you are my hope and you'll be my strength." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my siblings and I attended a concert downtown.&amp;nbsp; Very relaxed...chill.&amp;nbsp; I had one sister with her legs over mine and one sister with her head on my lap.&amp;nbsp; My love languages are touch and words.&amp;nbsp; It meant a lot to just be there with them.&amp;nbsp; I leave it in God's hands to whether I will see all my siblings in eternity.&amp;nbsp; Constantly, I lift them up in prayer.&amp;nbsp; It's comforting to know that as much as I love them and desire them to follow Christ....he wants it more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart." ~Psalm 37:4&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking about this verse with a friend the other night.&amp;nbsp; As we delight ourselves in the Lord we are saturating ourselves in his word and going to him often in prayer.&amp;nbsp; We begin to love what he loves and hate what he hates.&amp;nbsp; Our desires begin to line up with his word, his revealed will.&amp;nbsp; He wants to give us what is good.&amp;nbsp; Why would he ever give us evil desires?&amp;nbsp; I find it incredible how the first part of that verse flows into the second.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....just some thoughts.&amp;nbsp; :O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-5517574158482916247?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/5517574158482916247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=5517574158482916247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/5517574158482916247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/5517574158482916247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-matter-what-im-going-to-love-youim.html' title='No matter what, I&apos;m going to love You....I&apos;m going to need You'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-821415707239078226</id><published>2010-09-21T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T05:36:38.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to keep your eyes dry.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kv5jXnwvbkM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kv5jXnwvbkM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Father in Heaven is constantly giving me more reasons to bless his magnificent name.&amp;nbsp; Class was canceled yesterday which gave me plenty of time to work on other assignments.&amp;nbsp; He works in strange and mysterious ways, lemme tell ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-821415707239078226?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/821415707239078226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=821415707239078226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/821415707239078226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/821415707239078226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/09/trying-to-keep-your-eyes-dry.html' title='Trying to keep your eyes dry.....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-4586934389089620247</id><published>2010-09-09T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:48:53.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Concept....</title><content type='html'>"I am not what I think I am.&amp;nbsp; I am not what you think I am.&amp;nbsp; I am what I think you think I am." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKrFfp67NDQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKrFfp67NDQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't be us, wouldn't even have a concept of self without other people.&amp;nbsp; Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-4586934389089620247?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-1249266261379977740</id><published>2010-09-09T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T08:44:12.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your plastic ideals are your demise.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs609.snc4/58953_10150255058075696_500505695_14585939_4055327_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs609.snc4/58953_10150255058075696_500505695_14585939_4055327_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We will conquer imaginary cities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-1249266261379977740?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/1249266261379977740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=1249266261379977740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1249266261379977740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1249266261379977740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-plastic-ideals-are-your-demise.html' title='Your plastic ideals are your demise.....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-2953355775237923379</id><published>2010-09-05T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T13:00:52.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Season, Same God</title><content type='html'>My favorite season is creeping up.&amp;nbsp; It's colors, smells and tastes are nearly accessible.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2359/1803502274_71b744db55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2359/1803502274_71b744db55.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I am your best friend, as well as your King.&amp;nbsp; Walk hand in hand with me through your life.&amp;nbsp; Together we will face whatever each day brings; pleasures, hardships, adventures, disappointments.&amp;nbsp; Nothing is wasted when it is shared with Me.&amp;nbsp; I can bring beauty out of the ashes of lost dreams.&amp;nbsp; I can glean Joy out of sorrow, Peace out of adversity.&amp;nbsp; Only a Friend who is also the King of kings could accomplish this divine alchemy.&amp;nbsp; There is no other like Me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendship I offer you is practical and down-to-earth, yet it is saturated with heavenly glory.&amp;nbsp; Living in My Presence means living in two realms simultaneously; the visible world and unseen, eternal reality.&amp;nbsp; I have equipped you to stay conscious of Me while walking along dusty, earthbound paths."&amp;nbsp; Taken from Sarah Young's book Jesus Calling&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; References:&amp;nbsp; John 15:13-15; Isaiah 61:3; 2 Corinthians 6:10 "As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; as poor, yet making many rich; as having nothing, yet possessing everything."&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SUiCGR5JHqA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SUiCGR5JHqA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor Day is tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Me thinks I'll make meatball chili and corn bread and perhaps visit a new place.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I have a responsibility towards my school.&amp;nbsp; It's a huge temptation to become overwhelmed by looming projects, papers, assignments and so forth.&amp;nbsp; Yet when I think of how the Lord has blessed me richly and stands by me, guiding me as a lamp before my feet, even through the most tedious of schoolwork, I relax and sigh.&amp;nbsp; The blessings of this day: oatmeal with golden raisins, comfortable sweaters, siblings who tease, chess playing, a beautiful church family, preaching of the gospel, singing praises with fellow believers to an Awesome God, the smile of little Andrew and Julianna, the encouragement of a sister, the kindness of a mother, sweet brothers who give shoulder rubs, the smell of vanilla, crisp piano sounds in an empty room, a journal to capture thoughts, communion with God, the promise of further blessings.&amp;nbsp; The promise of blessings is a blessing in itself! &lt;br /&gt;I don't know about everyone else, but I get a warm feeling in my heart when I think of the seasons.&amp;nbsp; I dislike being overly cold, but I'm grateful for autumn and winter because the heat of summer becomes tiring. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love my God....my Best Friend, the Creator of fall things.&amp;nbsp; :O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-2953355775237923379?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/2953355775237923379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=2953355775237923379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2953355775237923379'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Written by Jules Steffen&lt;br /&gt;Blog--&lt;a href="http://middlegroundsages.blogspot.com/"&gt;Middle Ground: Where Sages Dwell &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about a piece of thread, you know -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This sagious stringed segment lies in wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For us, as faithful tailors, who long to sew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A life so true, yet misconstrued as fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all about that piece of thread, you know -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our wounds conjoined by each sewn strand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sequentially repetitive, all aligned in a row,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We wait for the moments when we understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s all about your piece of thread, you know -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your sagious strand affixed through needle's eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each piercing stitch, mistaken for wayward woe;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead, a teacher, inviting your body to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s all about this piece of thread, you know -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That confuse and sadden so many along their way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thread they sew and the wounds to which they go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All wrapped in mirrored scripts, imprinted as if to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s all about our piece of thread, you know -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That unites us on our quest to feel, and thereby, heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We thrust the needle back through the wounds, to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More deeply who we really are, and what we’ve learned is real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s all about my piece of thread, you know -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An arrowed blade lays open archaic seams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To name and shed the scripted thread I sew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And turn the remnant to the garment of my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all about the piece of thread, you know -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its imprint takes root in our every cell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our body and all our being, from head to toe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;find its way to Middle Ground: Where Sages Dwell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-4903784478051149928?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/4903784478051149928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=4903784478051149928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4903784478051149928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4903784478051149928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/09/piece-of-thread.html' title='A Piece of Thread'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-7729418031150144835</id><published>2010-08-25T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:40:06.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Blue New</title><content type='html'>I've been contemplating how challenging this school semester is going to be and....baking a batch of rocky road cookies. &amp;nbsp;I like new things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oldweb.lyon.edu/webdata/groups/psychology/Psychology.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://oldweb.lyon.edu/webdata/groups/psychology/Psychology.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A conflict of interest?? &amp;nbsp;Not necessarily...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookiemadness.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/rocky-road-cookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cookiemadness.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/rocky-road-cookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://www.cookiemadness.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/rocky-road-cookies.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Try something new and exciting this week! &amp;nbsp;Hopefully you won't regret it. &amp;nbsp;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-7729418031150144835?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/7729418031150144835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=7729418031150144835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7729418031150144835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7729418031150144835'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I realize that we've all got the same thing in common&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;You've got me in your grasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;At times your touch is tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And then it turns to a cold handed clutch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I try to run and you drag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Other times I walk willingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Change is your middle name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I thought I once saw you stand still&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;A trick of your own doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I know you'll lead me to that place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;That quiet precipice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And I know I'll close my eyes at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;First a glimpse, and then the dream becomes reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oTowId2CWHA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oTowId2CWHA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" 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style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/go-qXfwR6jM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/go-qXfwR6jM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I didn't like it....I LOVED IT!! :D  Enjoy ;)&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/10176723-8059724029191617896?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/8059724029191617896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=8059724029191617896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/8059724029191617896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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holidays (or families for that matter). &amp;nbsp;What are high school reunions but traditions amongst classmates? &amp;nbsp;One such repeated "celebration" or "activity" or whatever you might call it in my family has now been discovered. &amp;nbsp;When I say discovered, I don't mean that we just started doing something, but rather we had done something and had not realized the implications. &amp;nbsp;My parents, younger sister and myself were in China (Beijing to be specific) during the 2008 Summer Olympics. &amp;nbsp;I have always desired to travel to England, as have my parents and sister. &amp;nbsp;The next Summer Olympics are to be held in London in the year 2012. &amp;nbsp;Lord willing.....we're going to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.londonmet.ac.uk/londonmet/library/w97654_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://www.londonmet.ac.uk/londonmet/library/w97654_8.jpg" width="400" /&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/10176723-5026279904437356298?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/5026279904437356298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=5026279904437356298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/5026279904437356298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/5026279904437356298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/07/traditions.html' title='From Beijing to London to......'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-863173203435412636</id><published>2010-07-26T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:06:14.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer of the Heart and the Parallel Promise of God</title><content type='html'>It started out as a prayer from the heart echoed by the psalmist in 119:35-37 "Lead me in the path of your commandments, for I delight in it. &amp;nbsp;Incline my heart to your testimonies, and not to selfish gain! &amp;nbsp;Turn my eyes from looking at worthless things; and give me life in your ways." &amp;nbsp;The last few words are most striking to me, "give me life in your ways." &amp;nbsp;A heard once that the closer we are to God the more we become our true selves. &amp;nbsp;Being ourselves we are free to enjoy our lives to the fullest for God's ultimate glory. &amp;nbsp;What are we without him? &amp;nbsp;There IS no life without him. &amp;nbsp;In his ways we find fulfillment. &amp;nbsp;A parallel verse and the answer in the form of a promise from God is found in Psalm 32:8 "I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you." &amp;nbsp;God has given us his word to instruct us and yet he personally speaks to each one of our hearts, revealing different things to us at different times. &amp;nbsp;Have you ever read a passage of scripture and gotten something helpful, then returned to it years later and gotten something completely different? &amp;nbsp;It's pretty phenomenal. &amp;nbsp;I like how both verses here mention eyes. &amp;nbsp;In the prayer it is a plea that God would keep our eyes from sinning and in the promise it is God saying he will watch over his people. &amp;nbsp;He uses his eyes for our good. &amp;nbsp;Not only that, but he counsels whilst watching us with love and care. &amp;nbsp;He is not the God who made the earth and watches silently. &amp;nbsp;He is active and his providence is evident. &amp;nbsp;In the previous verse in Psalm 32 David says, "You are a hiding place for me; you preserve me from trouble; you surround me with shouts of deliverance." &amp;nbsp;When he refers to God surrounding us with shouts of deliverance does he mean shouts of joy or like a lion roaring against the enemy declaring that we are no longer in his grasp? &amp;nbsp;Either way you look at it it's astonishing. &amp;nbsp;Shouting is normally an expression of intense emotion spilling forth. &amp;nbsp;Our God is a God of emotions. &amp;nbsp;For example; Jesus WEPT over the death of Lazarus, even when he knew the outcome would be joyful. &amp;nbsp;It brings me comfort to know my God is not void of feelings. &amp;nbsp;Although his feelings are concealed in the perfect container, leaking out at the appropriate times. &amp;nbsp;Mine are constantly leading me into sin. &amp;nbsp;He is my example once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....these were just some thoughts from my reading today. &amp;nbsp;May the Lord bless you and keep you and make his face shine upon you. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-863173203435412636?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/863173203435412636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=863173203435412636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>This past week I attended a family conference....Covfamikoi. &amp;nbsp;While there are so many things I could share from the talks given by Pastor Matt Kingswood I think I'll do something a little different. &amp;nbsp;Matt gave me the realization that the body of Christ is more precious, more lovely and displays God's Glory far better than the sun, moon and stars. &amp;nbsp;Here is a compilation of photos from the week spent amongst fellow believers, kindred spirits, brothers and sisters.....the body of Christ. &amp;nbsp;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs232.snc4/38933_10150209575455262_530420261_13571493_5726631_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs232.snc4/38933_10150209575455262_530420261_13571493_5726631_n.jpg" width="400" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TE2hTRl8M5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/dOsT2GJqycc/s400/37714_10100123167138998_13751847_54797121_3227110_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy memories indeed. &amp;nbsp;I hope to make this conference a special part of many summers to come. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-6146605075357534186?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/6146605075357534186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=6146605075357534186' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-8561129716792861846</id><published>2010-07-14T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:42:54.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A memory....</title><content type='html'>I was looking through my dad's treasure chest (that's what we call it) which he has filled with antiques. &amp;nbsp;He created a colorful, oriental cushion to wrap around the lid to personalize it to his taste. &amp;nbsp;When I was little he would bring the wooden chest downstairs for family devotions. &amp;nbsp;Each child would take turns each night picking something out of the box. &amp;nbsp;My father had a devotional prepared to go along with each object. &amp;nbsp;There's an old salt shaker, a bit and bridle, a clay pot, a medal stamp, a door knob, and a key along with many other exciting artifacts. &amp;nbsp;I love my dad for who he is, for how he thinks. &amp;nbsp;There's no other man like him.&lt;div 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memory....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-209051243895356173</id><published>2010-07-13T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:26:22.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my heart....</title><content type='html'>The Lord has answered a long standing prayer.....college is payed for...COMPLETELY!! What a relief and a huge weight lifted off my parents and myself. &amp;nbsp;My God is always watching out for me. &amp;nbsp;Can I even express the joy he gives me? &amp;nbsp;Words can't describe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ranadok.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/happy-dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://ranadok.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/happy-dance.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But maybe a picture will? &amp;nbsp;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-209051243895356173?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/209051243895356173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=209051243895356173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/209051243895356173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/209051243895356173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-my-heart.html' title='Oh my heart....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-1364026580806330675</id><published>2010-07-10T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:43:21.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A crown of beauty, a royal diadem....His delight is in me?  He will rejoice over me? Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"The nations shall see your righteousness and all the kings your glory, and you shall be called a new name that the mouth of the Lord will give.  You shall be a crown of beauty in the hand of the Lord, and a royal diadem in the hand of your God.  You shall no more be termed Shemamah (Desolate), but you shall be called Hephsibah (My Delight Is in Her) and your land Beulah (Married); for the Lord delights in you and your land shall be married.  For as a young man marries a young woman, so shall your sons marry you, and as the bridegroom rejoices over the bride, so shall your God rejoice over you." ~Isaiah 62:2-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ziivb_Dly6Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ziivb_Dly6Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-1364026580806330675?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/1364026580806330675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=1364026580806330675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1364026580806330675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1364026580806330675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/07/crown-of-beauty-royal-diademhis-delight.html' title='A crown of beauty, a royal diadem....His delight is in me?  He will rejoice over me? Wow'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-4607564930206079882</id><published>2010-07-10T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T16:59:42.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>I dream.....maybe someday the dream will come to life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fresnobeehive.com/photos/assets_c/2009/03/MTD%20JRW%20PLANE%20CLOUDS-thumb-400x600-18655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://fresnobeehive.com/photos/assets_c/2009/03/MTD%20JRW%20PLANE%20CLOUDS-thumb-400x600-18655.jpg" width="425" /&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/10176723-4607564930206079882?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/4607564930206079882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=4607564930206079882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4607564930206079882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4607564930206079882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-83866285698367034</id><published>2010-07-06T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:54:33.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the day the Lord has made</title><content type='html'>Your life.&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes.....what do you see? &amp;nbsp;Think about those words. &amp;nbsp;What do they mean for you? &amp;nbsp;Do your thoughts shift backwards, forwards or are they planted in the present? &amp;nbsp;What do each of those pictures look like? &amp;nbsp;Is the past something you wish you could still live or is it sad and better left where it is? &amp;nbsp;Is the future black or full of opportunity? &amp;nbsp;Is the present exciting? &amp;nbsp;Are you content? &amp;nbsp;Are you bitter? &amp;nbsp;Do you wish it were different? &amp;nbsp;Do you like where you are? &amp;nbsp;Hmm....I'm surprised by my own answers to these questions. &amp;nbsp;Think about it.....do something about it if you need to? &amp;nbsp;Cheers. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NAcN4V6QZko&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NAcN4V6QZko&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-83866285698367034?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/83866285698367034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=83866285698367034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/83866285698367034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/83866285698367034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-day-lord-has-made.html' title='This is the day the Lord has made'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-1191463607056084989</id><published>2010-07-05T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:11:32.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everywhere I look is up</title><content type='html'>I mentioned in a previous posting that I'd met with a woman from my church to dig into the Word. &amp;nbsp;I enjoy our meetings immensely and whatever we end up talking about is almost always new and exciting. &amp;nbsp;I had been curious about something and brought it to her attention. &amp;nbsp;Together we embarked on a journey for truth. &amp;nbsp;My question concerned the word "bless". &amp;nbsp;Have you ever thought about it? &amp;nbsp;It's used countless times throughout the scriptures, in many different contexts. &amp;nbsp;It's used by God concerning his people, by God's people concerning him and by God's people concerning other believers. &amp;nbsp;I was curious about its meaning in each context. &amp;nbsp;It couldn't possibly mean the same when God uses it and when we use it, right? &amp;nbsp;I'm going to do some digging and research, but I'd like to hear what others think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.londonrubbish.com/images/20060719131747_20060719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://www.londonrubbish.com/images/20060719131747_20060719.jpg" width="400" /&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/10176723-1191463607056084989?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/1191463607056084989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=1191463607056084989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1191463607056084989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1191463607056084989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/07/everywhere-i-look-is-up.html' title='Everywhere I look is up'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-5715515915203117248</id><published>2010-06-30T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T07:32:57.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was love at first sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqxrMa7eUAU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqxrMa7eUAU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;If I could only learn one song on the piano.....this would be it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Oh and if you've never seen the film.  I really insist upon it.  It's so classy and whimsical.  &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/10176723-5715515915203117248?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/5715515915203117248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=5715515915203117248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/5715515915203117248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/5715515915203117248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-was-love-at-first-sight.html' title='It was love at first sight'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-492890380960658467</id><published>2010-06-28T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:30:32.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To hear His song.....</title><content type='html'>" The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness; He will quiet you by His Love; He will exult over you with loud singing." &amp;nbsp;~Zephaniah 3:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. &amp;nbsp; Can I say much more? &amp;nbsp;I read this verse and I'm in complete awe of our Lord. &amp;nbsp;I used to find things like this difficult to accept. &amp;nbsp;How could an Almighty and Holy God rejoice over me? &amp;nbsp;These words now bring overwhelming peace. &amp;nbsp;He is my Comforter, my Savior, my Song.....my Joy. &amp;nbsp;O my soul bless the LORD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-492890380960658467?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/492890380960658467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=492890380960658467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/492890380960658467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/492890380960658467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-hear-his-song.html' title='To hear His song.....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-5291897479023616117</id><published>2010-06-26T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T16:28:37.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love your neighbor as yourself"</title><content type='html'>Remember the beloved in your prayers.....there are silent needs all around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-5291897479023616117?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/5291897479023616117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=5291897479023616117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/5291897479023616117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/5291897479023616117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-your-neighbor-as-yourself.html' title='&quot;Love your neighbor as yourself&quot;'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-9067281742884324325</id><published>2010-06-19T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T18:09:39.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust in His Love.....for it is stronger than the mightiest of men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeinthenhs.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/trust2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://lifeinthenhs.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/trust2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Something I could use more of....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Worry knows how to get to me and my anxiety is robbing me of my today. &amp;nbsp; But hey....this is a day that the Lord has made, therefore I will rejoice and be glad in it! &amp;nbsp;It's strange how even though my brain is wracked by thoughts that almost seem too much to bear I can lean on someone so much stronger than myself. &amp;nbsp;He promises peace in his presence. &amp;nbsp;And oh, what peace it is. &amp;nbsp;Father God.....you are my all. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-9067281742884324325?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/9067281742884324325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=9067281742884324325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/9067281742884324325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/9067281742884324325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/06/trust-in-his-lovefor-it-is-stronger.html' title='Trust in His Love.....for it is stronger than the mightiest of men'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-6087583723239804961</id><published>2010-06-15T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:14:23.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All To You I Surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I had the pleasure of attending a musical performance by Beckah Shae at Borders in Greenwood. &amp;nbsp;She is a Messianic Jew and has a sensational gift for singing. &amp;nbsp;She was definitely a surprise. &amp;nbsp;Her laugh was giggly and at first a little annoying, but as I heard her speak I realized how real she was. &amp;nbsp;She didn't care what people thought about her. &amp;nbsp;Her love for the Lord of all the earth was flowing from every pore. &amp;nbsp;She was kind and fun and full of LIFE. &amp;nbsp;She is a little further along in life then myself, has been married for six years and has two young children. &amp;nbsp;Her husband was with her and, I tell you, I haven't seen so much love between two people in a long time. &amp;nbsp;I pray that someday the Lord will allow that blessing to come to me as well. &amp;nbsp;The music was lively and everything about the whole evening was refreshing. &amp;nbsp;I'm very thankful for the opportunity to have been there. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was filled with incredible blessings as well. &amp;nbsp;In the morning my mother and I went out for coffee, as is our routine. &amp;nbsp;We ran into two missionaries from our church who are going to be in the country for the next month or so. &amp;nbsp;Talking with them was refreshing. &amp;nbsp;They were passionate and driven, but relaxed......very at peace. &amp;nbsp;They knew where they were called. &amp;nbsp;They knew what they were to do, how they were to live. &amp;nbsp;And they were doing it together as a married couple. &amp;nbsp;I find it to be one of the most beautiful things when two people deny earthly comforts to go into a strange part of the world in order to serve the Lord. &amp;nbsp; It makes my heart skip a beat. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening I went out with my sister to help a friend buy clothing for a missions trip she will be leaving for this week. &amp;nbsp;I think she was mostly successful in finding what she needed. &amp;nbsp;I hope. &amp;nbsp;Afterward, I met up with a woman from my church for dinner. &amp;nbsp;This woman has become a dear friend and confidant even though more than twenty years of life separate us. &amp;nbsp;We talked for two hours straight and could most definitely gone on much longer, but the weather would not permit it. &amp;nbsp;I have never in my life met someone who digs deeper in the word and comes out with more profound and beautifully awe-inspiring insight. &amp;nbsp;The most astonishing thing is that most of what she finds is simple and should be pretty obvious, but I believe its her passion that makes it incredible to listen to. &amp;nbsp;We shared our experiences from the Word of late, family stories, happy memories, personal stories and all along enjoyed good food and the beauty of one of Gods storms. &amp;nbsp;Something that was brought up in conversation is here in this outtake from a book I've been reading through recently. &amp;nbsp;May the Lord bless you and keep you close to Himself. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love you regardless of how well you are performing. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes you feel uneasy, wondering if you are doing enough to be worthy of My Love. &amp;nbsp;No matter how exemplary your behavior, the answer to that question will always be no. &amp;nbsp;Your performance and My Love are totally different issues, which you need to sort out. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I love you with an everlasting Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;that flows out from eternity without limits or conditions. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I have clothed you in My robe of righteousness&lt;/i&gt;, and this is an eternal transaction; Nothing and no one can reverse it. &amp;nbsp;Therefore, your accomplishment as a Christian has no bearing on My Love for you. &amp;nbsp;Even your ability to assess how well you are doing on a given day is flawed. &amp;nbsp;Your limited human perspective and the condition of your body, with its mercurial variations, distort your evaluation. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring your performance anxiety to Me, and receive in its place&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;My unfailing Love&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Try to stay conscious of My loving Presence with you in all that you do, and I will direct your steps." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremiah 31:3; Isaiah 61:10; Psalm 31:16; Psalm 107:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDIT: More to come concerning "Blessing" :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2173/4515928506_0c37c37612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2173/4515928506_0c37c37612.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-6087583723239804961?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/6087583723239804961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=6087583723239804961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6087583723239804961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6087583723239804961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-to-you-i-surrender.html' title='All To You I Surrender'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2173/4515928506_0c37c37612_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-2082370528523802224</id><published>2010-06-11T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:49:27.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hydrogen is explosive! Who knew?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Do you ever just feel like giggling or laughing uncontrollably? &amp;nbsp;Or does happiness ever bubble up inside you and you feel like if you try to keep it in you're going to look like you have soap coming out of your ears? &amp;nbsp;Speaking of bubbles.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs562.snc3/30736_1483230478617_1169509099_2403787_5184116_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs562.snc3/30736_1483230478617_1169509099_2403787_5184116_n.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Bubble tea, bubble tea O how I love thee.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's been one of those days. &amp;nbsp;One of those days when I can't control my happiness. &amp;nbsp;And honestly, why would I want to? &amp;nbsp;I live a rich (and I'm not referring to finances) life, the BEST life. &amp;nbsp;My Father in Heaven watches over me. &amp;nbsp;My salvation is in the Lord Jesus Christ. &amp;nbsp;The Holy Spirit is at work in my heart. &amp;nbsp;What more do I need? &amp;nbsp;What excuse do I have NOT to be joyful? &amp;nbsp;I cannot express my love for him and more recently I've come to realize how real and deep HIS love is for his people. &amp;nbsp;O how he loves us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Today I had the pleasure to go with my older brother and sister to a nearby field and practice archery. &amp;nbsp;I feel like a young warrior when I hold the bow. &amp;nbsp;Why hadn't I done this sooner? &amp;nbsp;We lost a couple arrows, but it was well worth it. &amp;nbsp;Afterward we went home with sweat dripping from every pore, but did we care? &amp;nbsp;Not a bit. &amp;nbsp; When I got back to the house I noticed my sister had brought her bike from her place. &amp;nbsp;I begged and she finally conceded to letting me take it for a spin. &amp;nbsp;I quickly realized how small I actually was as my feet stretched to their limit to reach the peddles my 5"5 sister had no problem touching. &amp;nbsp;This didn't bother me. &amp;nbsp;I was too pleasantly distracted by the feel of wind passing through my soppy hair and my muscles tensing with each turn of the wheels. &amp;nbsp;Powering the machine with my own energy was liberating. &amp;nbsp;I took it all in slowly and enjoyed those moments on my sisters bike more than any amusement park ride I've ever been on. &amp;nbsp;The simple things in life keep us smiling. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A few hours later I had the pleasure of putting together the refreshments for our churches yearly talent show. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't believe how smoothly things went. &amp;nbsp;Furthermore, I was completely at ease. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't worried about whether we would have enough food (although it turned out our bread supply was kinda low) or whether people would enjoy everything. &amp;nbsp;I was calm. Definitely not because of anything in myself. &amp;nbsp;I thank the Lord for giving me the peace I needed. &amp;nbsp;Why be anxious? &amp;nbsp; It doesn't solve anything and it certainly doesn't improve ones situation. &amp;nbsp;I'm so grateful for all the help my mother (who was in charge of the rest of the festivities) and I received. &amp;nbsp;If any of you read this, thank you so much. &amp;nbsp;:o) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And finally, following the talent show (which was spectacular I might add) I had the pleasure of talking with a friend. &amp;nbsp;It felt like it'd been a long while since we'd had a good conversation. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't incredibly lengthy, but who ever said a good conversation had to be so? &amp;nbsp;I am thankful for real friends. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And now as I head into tomorrow which will soon become today I wish to say.....good night and good dreams. &amp;nbsp;May the Lord watch over you and when you wake he will greet you with a smile. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: By the way, I changed the background....and that will probably happen constantly from now on. &amp;nbsp;Just as a heads up. &amp;nbsp;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-2082370528523802224?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/2082370528523802224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=2082370528523802224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2082370528523802224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2082370528523802224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/06/hydrogen-is-explosive-who-knew.html' title='Hydrogen is explosive! Who knew?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-880863766291628713</id><published>2010-06-10T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:38:43.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Thursdays....Mary likes Pink.</title><content type='html'>Its a good day for root beer floats and interior decorating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mccormick.com/~/media/Images/Recipes/Recipe%20Details/Beverages/Homemade_Root_Beer_Float.ashx?w=380" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.mccormick.com/~/media/Images/Recipes/Recipe%20Details/Beverages/Homemade_Root_Beer_Float.ashx?w=380" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSGOcFKOoqI/SkyvkIF2I7I/AAAAAAAACnA/d17fUBZcpkY/s1600/redwhiteblue-Coastal+living.2jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tSGOcFKOoqI/SkyvkIF2I7I/AAAAAAAACnA/d17fUBZcpkY/s320/redwhiteblue-Coastal+living.2jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-880863766291628713?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/880863766291628713/comments/default' title='Post 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&amp;nbsp;Life is full of surprises is it not? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://helloworld.bensonchu.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/stranger-than-fiction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://helloworld.bensonchu.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/stranger-than-fiction.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;New Favorite Words: &amp;nbsp;Fastidious, Integer, Inclement&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-relieved-to-know-i-am-not-golem.html' title='I am relieved to know I am not a golem....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-6614561495798589887</id><published>2010-06-07T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:52:57.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not be in want</title><content type='html'>Ever fallen asleep to &lt;a href="http://whitenoisemp3s.com/previews/Sleepy_Beach_Waves_preview_whitenoisemp3s-com.mp3"&gt;the sound of waves&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the light of a lava lamp? &amp;nbsp;I have :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zerotoys.com/newsite/products/images/LavaLamp_Image3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://www.zerotoys.com/newsite/products/images/LavaLamp_Image3.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/10176723-6614561495798589887?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/6614561495798589887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=6614561495798589887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6614561495798589887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6614561495798589887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/06/lord-is-my-shepherd-i-shall-not-be-in.html' title='The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not be in want'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-3442665985114135580</id><published>2010-06-06T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:52:16.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of the Love for BASIC  (Brothers And Sisters In Christ)</title><content type='html'>I was encouraged to hear this song called&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0RETfAqNT0c"&gt;LIFE&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by artist Beckah Shae. &amp;nbsp;I hope it has the same effect on you. &amp;nbsp;:o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-3442665985114135580?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/3442665985114135580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=3442665985114135580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/3442665985114135580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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memory and every thought that passes through. &amp;nbsp;I smile because the future is unknown and its mystery is not a burden. &amp;nbsp;I smile because I can go to you with nothing and still receive everything. &amp;nbsp;I smile because uncertainty is stinging clear, but clarity is yours to have. &amp;nbsp;Oh I smile when I shut my eyes catching glimpses of your home. &amp;nbsp;Time will take me there, but I smile because waiting isn't so hard when you're already here. &amp;nbsp;I smile for you and for the love you gave me, you give me, and you will give to me. &amp;nbsp;I smile and I smile and I'll keep on smiling whether eyes can see or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps and maybe and hopefully....you'll smile back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-8731510950050633669?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/8731510950050633669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=8731510950050633669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/8731510950050633669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/8731510950050633669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-smile.html' title='I Smile'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-4532834794952273364</id><published>2010-05-15T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:11:59.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again I Fall</title><content type='html'>Take and put it away, this bitter taste of in the mouth of my soul. &amp;nbsp;Backward seems a better path then the sorrow we've felt for countless ticks and unending tocks of the overhead time piece. &amp;nbsp;The aura of these times is carried on a current called life and we're all headed downstream. I know the paddle was never mine to hold. &amp;nbsp;My vision is paper-thin and stagnant water is clouding my already impaired mind. &amp;nbsp;Again I fall. &amp;nbsp;Again you triumph over the heaping failure. &amp;nbsp;Again.....you remember me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-4532834794952273364?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/4532834794952273364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=4532834794952273364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4532834794952273364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4532834794952273364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/05/again-i-fall.html' title='Again I Fall'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-3340183857911542565</id><published>2010-04-14T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T05:22:48.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His word in my heart...</title><content type='html'>"But you, Israel, my servant, Jacob, whom I have chosen, the offspring of Abraham, my friend; you whom I took from the ends of the earth, and called from its farthest corners, saying to you, 'You are my servant, I have chosen you and not cast you off'; fear not for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." ~Isaiah 41:8-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that the above verses contain only one solitary period, they minister to my heart. &amp;nbsp;If you are a child of God, if you truly belong to the Most High, if he is your Lord and the Christ is your Savior than his promises here are for you. &amp;nbsp;He calls his people his servants. &amp;nbsp; He is our master, our Lord, the one who disciplines and rewards us. &amp;nbsp;He has chosen each one of us from before the foundations of the world. &amp;nbsp;How is that possible? &amp;nbsp;We are all deprived and wicked from birth, but the Lord is proclaimed "Holy! Holy! Holy!". &amp;nbsp; How could he have such compassion on sinners? &amp;nbsp;By the birth, life, death and resurrection of his Son. &amp;nbsp;We are forgiven by the sacrifice of his blood! &amp;nbsp;We are not cast off. &amp;nbsp;We need not fear, but not only are our sins covered but Christ's righteousness is imputed to us. &amp;nbsp;We need not be dismayed. &amp;nbsp;HE is our God! He will give us strength when we need it most. &amp;nbsp;He will help us because we know we cannot help ourselves. &amp;nbsp;He will uphold us with his righteous right hand. &amp;nbsp;We will be MORE than conquerors through him who loved us! (Romans 8:37) &amp;nbsp;I pray the Lord blesses you and grants the comfort of this scripture to your souls. &amp;nbsp;May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ be with your spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him be the Glory forever and ever. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-3340183857911542565?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/3340183857911542565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=3340183857911542565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/3340183857911542565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/3340183857911542565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/04/his-word-in-my-heart.html' title='His word in my heart...'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-2059257713373752734</id><published>2010-03-30T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:23:53.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing!</title><content type='html'>This makes my feet move and my heart soar. &amp;nbsp;(o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8qGa4Yh2qs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8qGa4Yh2qs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-2059257713373752734?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/2059257713373752734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=2059257713373752734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2059257713373752734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2059257713373752734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/03/swing.html' title='Swing!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-2631414413076540750</id><published>2010-03-27T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:27:52.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is by my side....and in front to lead me through</title><content type='html'>These words really hit home for me.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Why are you striving these days&lt;br /&gt;Why are you trying to earn grace&lt;br /&gt;Why are you crying&lt;br /&gt;Let me lift up your face&lt;br /&gt;Just don't turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you looking for love&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough&lt;br /&gt;To where will you go child&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where will you run&lt;br /&gt;To where will you run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you fall&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;And please don't fight&lt;br /&gt;These hands that are holding you&lt;br /&gt;My hands are holding you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these hands and my side&lt;br /&gt;They swallowed the grave on that night&lt;br /&gt;When I drank the world's sin&lt;br /&gt;So I could carry you in&lt;br /&gt;And give you life&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You had my heart in your grasp&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;For a moment I belonged to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the very wind around you I passed through your fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And floated to another reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried change on my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my hands the broken pieces of a future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pieces brought together created a picture of my past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture stood as a reminder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the heart is deceitful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truth only possesses love and beauty and forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-2580745503072375617?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/2580745503072375617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=2580745503072375617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2580745503072375617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2580745503072375617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-wind.html' title='I am wind'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-6355386705342696152</id><published>2010-03-20T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:03:16.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thing of beauty is forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days. &amp;nbsp;Three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brIyg5OdFyg/SaVfblZDT0I/AAAAAAAAH_A/Uwx4rZKisV0/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="343" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brIyg5OdFyg/SaVfblZDT0I/AAAAAAAAH_A/Uwx4rZKisV0/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-6355386705342696152?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/6355386705342696152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=6355386705342696152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6355386705342696152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6355386705342696152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-almost-wish-we-were-butterflies-and.html' title='A thing of beauty is forever'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_brIyg5OdFyg/SaVfblZDT0I/AAAAAAAAH_A/Uwx4rZKisV0/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-4254841588930221417</id><published>2010-03-18T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:42:28.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He named them one by one....</title><content type='html'>Few things can top a good car ride conversation with a kindred spirit. &amp;nbsp;I'm constantly reminded of the importance of christian fellowship. &amp;nbsp;I may have heard the truths they are telling me, but there is something about hearing it from a mouth that is not your own. &amp;nbsp;There's something about knowing someone else shares your ideals, your feelings, your thoughts and your desires. &amp;nbsp;Our God is a God of relationships. &amp;nbsp;Even before the foundations of the earth he has been this way. &amp;nbsp; It's most obvious in the trinity: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. &amp;nbsp;He has made us relational beings. &amp;nbsp;We thrive on the love of others, on the friendships we make throughout this journey. &amp;nbsp;I am so grateful for this and for each and every person that God has chosen to bring me into contact with. &amp;nbsp;So many have touched my life in ways they cannot comprehend. &amp;nbsp;Even in ways that I cannot fully explain myself. &amp;nbsp;So if you know me, know that you are loved by the author of this humble blog. &amp;nbsp;More importantly though, I hope you know the love of the great King and Creator of all the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thought: &amp;nbsp;Think about the promise made to Abraham about his descendants being like the stars in the heavens and the sand on the shore. &amp;nbsp;This promise is referring to Abraham's spiritual children. &amp;nbsp;If we could count ALL the stars in the sky and ALL the grains of sand on the seashore we would know how many saints there would be in heaven. &amp;nbsp;How incredible is that to think about? &amp;nbsp;John said in Revelation how he saw in his vision a multitude that could not be numbered. &amp;nbsp;Now think about how God said there are many mansions in heaven, built for his people. &amp;nbsp;It's mind-boggling! The vastness of the power and might of our God is so overwhelming and awesome (a word that really should be reserved for God). &amp;nbsp;Praise be to God in the highest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-4254841588930221417?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/4254841588930221417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=4254841588930221417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4254841588930221417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4254841588930221417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-named-them-one-by-one.html' title='He named them one by one....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-4844862746461099008</id><published>2010-03-05T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:07:19.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waited For</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One out of one hundred in days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I sink calmly in victorious fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Future becomes less dim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In clarity, peace is marked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for one&lt;br /&gt;Firm in soul, love to eternity looking&lt;br /&gt;He will have to search with strength&lt;br /&gt;To find my heart&lt;br /&gt;Call it buried or call it lost in or to&lt;br /&gt;The love of one unchanging&lt;br /&gt;The love of one eternity&lt;br /&gt;The love of one beauty&lt;br /&gt;The love of one God&lt;br /&gt;But when he comes&lt;br /&gt;The Lord will lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are wasted sighs&lt;br /&gt;For those who have given&lt;br /&gt;Frowns for losing what could have been&lt;br /&gt;Treachery of heart leading self&lt;br /&gt;Too youthful imagery&lt;br /&gt;Tangible failings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand upward minded&lt;br /&gt;And if you should come into hearts gaze&lt;br /&gt;Firm in soul, love to eternity looking&lt;br /&gt;Search with strength&lt;br /&gt;To find my heart&lt;br /&gt;Call it buried or call it lost in or to&lt;br /&gt;The love of one unchanging&lt;br /&gt;The love of one eternal&lt;br /&gt;The love of one beauty&lt;br /&gt;The love of one God&lt;br /&gt;When you come&lt;br /&gt;The Lord will lead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-4844862746461099008?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/4844862746461099008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=4844862746461099008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4844862746461099008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4844862746461099008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/03/waited-for.html' title='Waited For'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-4164094175478961206</id><published>2010-03-02T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:05:27.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Be ready in the morning, and then come up....Present yourself to me there on top of the mountain. &amp;nbsp;No one is to come with you."&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;~Exodus 34:2-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning is a critically important time of day. &amp;nbsp;You must never face the day until you have faced God, nor look into the face of others until you have looked into His. &amp;nbsp;You cannot expect to be victorious if you begin your day in your own strength alone. &lt;br /&gt;Begin the work of every day after having been influenced by a few reflective, quiet moments between your heart and God. &amp;nbsp;Do not meet with others, even the members of your own family; until you have first met with the great Guest and honored Companion of your life--Jesus Christ. Meet with Him alone and regularly, having His Book of counsel open before you. &amp;nbsp;Then face the ordinary, and the unique responsibilities of each day with the renewed influence and control of His character over all your actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Begin the day with God!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is your Sun and Day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;His is the radiance of your dawn;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Him address your day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sing a new song of morn!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Join the glad woods and hills;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Join the fresh winds and seas and plains,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Join the bright flowers and rills.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sing your first song to God!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not to your fellow men;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not to the creatures of His hand,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But to the glorious One.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take your first walk with God!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let Him go forth with thee;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;By stream, or sea, or mountain path,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seek still His company.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your first transaction be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With God Himself above;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So will your business prosper well,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the day be love.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Horatius Bonar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have accomplished the most for God in this world are those who have been found on their knees early in the morning. &amp;nbsp;For example, Matthew Henry would spend from four to eight o'clock each morning in his study. &amp;nbsp;Then, after breakfast and a time of family prayer, he would return to his study until noon. &amp;nbsp;After lunch, he would write till four p.m. and then spend the remainder of the day visiting friends. &amp;nbsp;Philip Doddridge referred to his &lt;i&gt;Family Expositor&lt;/i&gt; as an example of the difference of rising at five o'clock, as opposed to seven. &amp;nbsp;He realized that increasing his work day by twenty=five percent was the equivalent of adding ten work years to his life over a period of forty years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adam Clarke's Commentary on the Bible&lt;/i&gt; was penned primarily in the early morning hours. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Barnes' Notes&lt;/i&gt;, a popular and useful commentary by Albert Barnes, was also the fruit of the early morning. &amp;nbsp;And Charles Simeon's &lt;i&gt;Sketches&lt;/i&gt; were mostly written between four and eight a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from Streams in the Dessert by L.B. Cowman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my father read for family devotions this evening. &amp;nbsp;I found myself captivated by the message of the words spoken to me in earnest. &amp;nbsp;Doesn't it make sense to start off each day with the one who is the purpose of your life, of your being, the reason why you even live another day? &amp;nbsp;The name of the Lord is to be praised from the rising of the sun to the place where it sets! (Psalm 113:2-3) &amp;nbsp;The wonderful thing about all this is that we have the &lt;i&gt;privilege&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to meet with Him first thing when we wake up. &amp;nbsp;We can greet Him with a smile that comes from the very deepest parts of the heart and protrudes out. &amp;nbsp;I use to hesitate at this idea because I thought it would be unfair to God to have my quiet time when I was so sleepy. &amp;nbsp;I believed I wouldn't be giving the proper attention or reverence to Him. &amp;nbsp;Although, I was thinking of having a time of personal, in depth bible study. &amp;nbsp;That's not what the message is, although it's true that many have started their days in this way. &amp;nbsp;I know for myself that I am unable to think straight in the early morning. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The purpose is for us to rise, giving God the glory directly when we are no longer asleep. &amp;nbsp; We are to rise with a purpose, to make most of our Father in heaven and least of ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray the Lord will give me strength to awake each morning (clear minded) with this focus on my heart. &amp;nbsp;I hope the same for all of you who call on His name and refer to His son Jesus Christ as prophet, priest and king. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.tabulas.com/13174/m/sunrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://images.tabulas.com/13174/m/sunrise.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh God, you are my God, and early will I seek for You; my soul is athirst for You. &amp;nbsp;My flesh cries out for You from out a dry and thirsty land, a land where no water is."&lt;/i&gt; ~Psalm 63:1-3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-4164094175478961206?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/4164094175478961206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=4164094175478961206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4164094175478961206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4164094175478961206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-843742219885231754</id><published>2010-02-22T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:55:04.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly me to the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.almagnus.com/english/galeries/photos/galc3/40C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.almagnus.com/english/galeries/photos/galc3/40C.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Before Lord God made the sea&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;land&lt;br /&gt;He held all the stars in the palm of his hand&lt;br /&gt;And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;And one little star fell alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Lord God hunted through the wide night air&lt;br /&gt;For the little dark star in the wind down there&lt;br /&gt;And he stated and promised he'd take special care&lt;br /&gt;So it wouldn't get lost again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a man don't mind if the stars go&lt;br /&gt;dim&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds blow over and darken him&lt;br /&gt;So long as the Lord God's watching over him&lt;br /&gt;Keeping track how it all goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been walking through the night and the day&lt;br /&gt;Till my eyes get weary and my head turns gray&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it seems maybe God's gone away&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting his promise and the word he'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're lost out here in the stars&lt;br /&gt;Little stars big stars blowing through the night&lt;br /&gt;And we're lost out here in the stars&lt;br /&gt;Little stars big stars blowing through the night&lt;br /&gt;And we're lost out here in the stars&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/10176723-843742219885231754?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/843742219885231754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=843742219885231754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/843742219885231754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/843742219885231754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/02/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='Fly me to the moon'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-7759100390264124162</id><published>2010-02-18T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:26:11.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love The Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I love the Lord because he heard my supplicating plea;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I while I live will call on Him who bowed His ear to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The cords of death on every side encompassed me around;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The sorrows of the grave took hold; I grief and trouble found.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then called I on Jehovah's name and unto Him did say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Deliver thou my soul, O Lord, I do thee humbly pray."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lord is gracious and is just; our God will mercy show;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lord preserves the meek in heart; He saved me when brought low.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O thou my soul, do thou return to thine own quiet rest,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because the Lord has dealt in grace; His bounty has thee blessed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thou has released my soul from death, my eyes from tears kept free;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From falling thou hast saved my feet; I live and walk with thee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Psalm 116:1-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it were up to me." These words coarse through my veins as I ponder what my life would be like if I were in complete control. &amp;nbsp;I would be lost indeed if the Father had not chosen me from before the foundations of the earth. &amp;nbsp;I would be lost indeed if the Son, Jesus Christ, had not taken my sins upon Himself and imputed His righteousness to me, a sinner. &amp;nbsp;I would be lost indeed if the Holy Spirit had not entered my heart and changed it completely, giving me altogether new desires. &amp;nbsp;But for the Grace of God (Father, Son and Holy Spirit), I would be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know this life is a rough road to travel. &amp;nbsp;Already in my short time on this earth I have endured heartaches and I have been brought low. &amp;nbsp;By God's grace I carry on for I know that my redeemer lives. &amp;nbsp;Man's chief end is to glorify God and enjoy HIM forever. &amp;nbsp;And to that I hold. &amp;nbsp;The days of our youth are slowly drip-dropping away. &amp;nbsp;How shall we use the time appointed to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO glad I am not the master of my fate. &amp;nbsp;I am SO glad I am not the captain of my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-7759100390264124162?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/7759100390264124162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=7759100390264124162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7759100390264124162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7759100390264124162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-lord.html' title='I Love The Lord'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-7537541363542956743</id><published>2010-02-17T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:31:26.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get off your blunker and get on your bike!</title><content type='html'>Find a hobby. &amp;nbsp;Something that takes your fancy. &amp;nbsp;Read about it, gather everything you need and START. &amp;nbsp;It's much easier than one might think. And who says you have to be professional or fantastic at whatever you choose? &amp;nbsp;It's alright to be amateur. &amp;nbsp;Most of us are anyways. &amp;nbsp;Keep yourself from turning into this guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://soupmines.com/comics/soup060217_couch_potato.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://soupmines.com/comics/soup060217_couch_potato.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You might say, "I haven't a clue what to do. &amp;nbsp;I've never had a hobby." &amp;nbsp;You might be surprised. &amp;nbsp;You've had hobbies you're whole life--such as using your computer, going shopping, watching television, talking on the phone, listening to music, eating or sleeping--and just didn't realize it. &amp;nbsp; In point of fact a hobby is literally:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation and not as a main occupation. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Breathing could technically be described as a hobby. &amp;nbsp;So perhaps I should change my previous statement. &amp;nbsp;Find a hobby &lt;i&gt;in which you learn something new&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp; Take up the challenge. &amp;nbsp;See where it leads you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobby recommendations:&lt;br /&gt;*Gardening (home grown vegetables are pure delicacies)&lt;br /&gt;*Sewing (don't throw away that flippin' awesome jacket with the unfortunate hole in it)&lt;br /&gt;*Scrapbooking (makes for a lot of memories and warm, fuzzy feelings)&lt;br /&gt;*Learning a new language (ya never know who you might bump into at the grocery store)&lt;br /&gt;*Reading (you'd be surprised at how many people DON'T do this)&lt;br /&gt;*Writing (no two stories/poems/songs are going to be exactly alike, your writing is as unique as you are!)&lt;br /&gt;*Biking (exercise and a great way to enjoy the beautiful outdoors)&lt;br /&gt;*Collecting (we humans really seem to get a kick out of finding things that are similar)&lt;br /&gt;*Karate (that guy in the parking lot who thought he could get some easy money just lucked out)&lt;br /&gt;*Cooking (nuff said)&lt;br /&gt;*Antiquing (you learn a lot about history, where things came from and how they work)&lt;br /&gt;*Cartooning (take that creative talent scribbled all over your class notes and turn it into your own work of art)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ennjoooyy! ~ Jacques Paganel from In Search of the Castaways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-7537541363542956743?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/7537541363542956743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=7537541363542956743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7537541363542956743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7537541363542956743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/02/get-off-your-blunker-and-get-on-your.html' title='Get off your blunker and get on your bike!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-6655682362883697334</id><published>2010-02-09T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:43:16.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allthingschill.com/img/calvin_et_hobbes_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://allthingschill.com/img/calvin_et_hobbes_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Riches, power, fame, and success could never bring as much pleasure to me as a few moments in the company of a true friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-6655682362883697334?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/6655682362883697334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=6655682362883697334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6655682362883697334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6655682362883697334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/02/riches-power-fame-and-success-could.html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-8435063345965079734</id><published>2010-02-01T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:27:15.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You could see through your mask, this you know, but what you never expected was that someone could see in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-8435063345965079734?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/8435063345965079734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=8435063345965079734' title='1 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style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Im the person on the other side of the mirror looking at you. &amp;nbsp;We're looking at the same person, but we each see someone different. &amp;nbsp;I smile because I love the reflection and the one who is making it. &amp;nbsp;You frown because you can't accept either. &amp;nbsp;The glass is your enemy, an ancient foe and you detest its mere existence of pure reality. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We have two minds, dancing far and away from one another. &amp;nbsp;On and on and perhaps one day the movements will cause the dancers to meet on common ground. &amp;nbsp;I wish I could make you not look because looking causes you pain. &amp;nbsp;I wish you would see and live a life outside of glass. &amp;nbsp;We were not made for mirrors, but for living. &amp;nbsp;Live on dear friend and put to shame every thought the reflection had. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Ideas are bubbling over and I can barely take it. &amp;nbsp;I'm thankful to God for giving me a thinking brain. &amp;nbsp;Now I've just got to start on something.....hmmmmm&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://legacy.lclark.edu/faculty/jsmiller/objects/idea_bulb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://legacy.lclark.edu/faculty/jsmiller/objects/idea_bulb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, this picture is in no way hinting that I have buzzed my head. &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/10176723-5977539606523387591?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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going to remember the people in my life who care for me enough to tell me when I'm going wrong. &amp;nbsp;I wish to surround myself with people I can show myself to and who, in turn, are not afraid to show me who they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was playing with the secret thing in my pocket and it stabbed me in the thumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-3181767997496946104?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/3181767997496946104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=3181767997496946104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/3181767997496946104'/><link 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you have pieces&lt;br /&gt;You hold the other in your heart&lt;br /&gt;The sad news is you have to let go for now&lt;br /&gt;But its not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Its not forever&lt;br /&gt;Because in forever you will be together&lt;br /&gt;And I'll say a little prayer for you&lt;br /&gt;That your broken heart will be mended&lt;br /&gt;This life throws hard balls and gives you lemons&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you get hurt and sometimes you taste the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;But its not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Its not forever&lt;br /&gt;Because in forever you will be together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-1600905007339845659?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/1600905007339845659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9xwCG0Ey2Mg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-4968867036236555507?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/4968867036236555507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=4968867036236555507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4968867036236555507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4968867036236555507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2010/01/thanks-to-leah-for-enabling-my-eyes-to.html' title='Thanks to Leah for enabling my eyes to see this'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-4810593381956307918</id><published>2009-12-31T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:57:51.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a look see</title><content type='html'>http://www.philpankov.com/-/philpankov/detail.asp?photoID=361810&amp;amp;cat=18915&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-4810593381956307918?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/4810593381956307918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=4810593381956307918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4810593381956307918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4810593381956307918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-look-see.html' title='Have a look see'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-2825989970840448398</id><published>2009-12-30T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:59:20.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Night...Star Bright....</title><content type='html'>I've seen a combination of starless nights&lt;br /&gt;And I made a wish on something I could only see in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Give me a night sun to guide my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Cause life's a little too unpredictable sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-2825989970840448398?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/2825989970840448398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=2825989970840448398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2825989970840448398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2825989970840448398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2009/12/star-nightstar-bright.html' title='Star Night...Star Bright....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-7188220484757337189</id><published>2009-12-29T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T06:24:46.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The age of the book is coming to an end??  Never!</title><content type='html'>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amazon_Kindle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone as sad about this as I am? &amp;nbsp;I'm sure there are really great things about this....somehow. &amp;nbsp; But what will become of book stores? &amp;nbsp;Of libraries? &amp;nbsp;Of picking up that hard back covered combination of words and feeling and flipping through each solitary page with your fingers? &amp;nbsp;Of that old book smell? &amp;nbsp;Time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-7188220484757337189?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/7188220484757337189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=7188220484757337189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7188220484757337189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/7188220484757337189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2009/12/age-of-book-is-coming-to-end-never.html' title='The age of the book is coming to an end??  Never!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-8648834417220928283</id><published>2009-12-27T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:47:21.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secondsightresearch.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/snowflake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://secondsightresearch.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/snowflake.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The weather outside is frightful. &amp;nbsp;Each snowflake sown in unique beauty. &amp;nbsp;Their number reminds me of the the sand on a beach or the stars in the sky. &amp;nbsp;And from that I am reminded of the promise of God made to Abraham that his descendants would outnumber the stars in the heavens. &amp;nbsp;Not only was he speaking of his biological descendants, but also his spiritual descendants. &amp;nbsp;Each child of God is sown in unique beauty. &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/10176723-8648834417220928283?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/8648834417220928283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=8648834417220928283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/8648834417220928283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/8648834417220928283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2009/12/weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-6559815055293909858</id><published>2009-12-21T16:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:22:13.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jars of Clay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1yy_M7YKm4s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1yy_M7YKm4s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-6559815055293909858?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/6559815055293909858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=6559815055293909858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6559815055293909858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/6559815055293909858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2009/12/jars-of-clay.html' title='Jars of Clay'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-3658597341110334469</id><published>2009-12-18T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:33:41.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Namesake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Suddenly before my eyes&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;Hues of indigo arise&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;With them how my spirit sighs&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;Paint the sky with stars&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;br 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;Only night will ever know&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;Why the heavens never show&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;All the dreams there are to know&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;Paint the sky with stars&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;br 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;Who has paced the midnight sky?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;So a spirit has to fly&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;As the heavens seem so far&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;Now who will paint the midnight star?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;Night has brought to those who sleep&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;Only dreams they cannot keep&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;I have legends in the deep&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;Paint the sky with stars&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;br 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;Who has paced the midnight sky?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;So a spirit has to fly&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;As the heavens seem so far&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;Now who will paint the midnight star?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;Place a name upon the night&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;One to set your heart alight&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;And to make the darkness bright&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 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;Paint the sky with stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-3658597341110334469?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/3658597341110334469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=3658597341110334469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/3658597341110334469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/3658597341110334469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2009/12/namesake.html' title='A Namesake'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-2606948777188443572</id><published>2009-12-16T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:24:27.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a good day....</title><content type='html'>These are the things that have made me happy today.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheesecake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Heaven and Hell by Ted Donnelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;air cuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; good friends &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;ice skating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; FATHER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; and HOLY SPIRIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-2606948777188443572?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/2606948777188443572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=2606948777188443572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2606948777188443572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2606948777188443572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-good-day.html' title='It&apos;s a good day....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-2244843501770870966</id><published>2009-12-12T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T07:02:14.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I told you something to make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;I told you something and I didn't know why&lt;br /&gt;I spoke a word with little effort&lt;br /&gt;And as I drove past a road and past a tree I wondered&lt;br /&gt;That maybe a word should not have been spoken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10176723-2244843501770870966?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/2244843501770870966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=2244843501770870966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2244843501770870966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/2244843501770870966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-told-you-something-to-make-you-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-1156036081058636094</id><published>2009-12-11T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:25:08.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>Trying to make some hard choices....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filehurricane.com/viewerthumbnails/714200835540PM_Decisions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.filehurricane.com/viewerthumbnails/714200835540PM_Decisions.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10176723-1156036081058636094?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/1156036081058636094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=1156036081058636094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1156036081058636094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/1156036081058636094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2009/12/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10176723.post-4906707171308096741</id><published>2009-12-06T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:20:11.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll be in my heart....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/SxxXva-mr9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CsvrphLu5LU/s1600-h/16564_1297129666213_1169509099_1922229_7331651_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/SxxXva-mr9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CsvrphLu5LU/s400/16564_1297129666213_1169509099_1922229_7331651_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/SxxXva-mr9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CsvrphLu5LU/s1600-h/16564_1297129666213_1169509099_1922229_7331651_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forever and unto eternity we shall be brothers and sisters in Christ our Savior. &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/10176723-4906707171308096741?l=painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/feeds/4906707171308096741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10176723&amp;postID=4906707171308096741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4906707171308096741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10176723/posts/default/4906707171308096741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://painttheskywithstars90.blogspot.com/2009/12/youll-be-in-my-heart.html' title='You&apos;ll be in my heart....'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05855296628140070805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/TReQKA54nUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zE37dCHkXtY/S220/CIMG4139.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fBPOZe6FUbs/SxxXva-mr9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/CsvrphLu5LU/s72-c/16564_1297129666213_1169509099_1922229_7331651_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
