<?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-5320975804779662751</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:16:12.547-07:00</updated><category term='meditation'/><title type='text'>A Life Ablaze</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717068569244997449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SNqnShyWQlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dRzvOs3gKuU/S220/IMG_2673.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320975804779662751.post-8550497328268794538</id><published>2008-07-29T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:48:27.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Rich Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SI8fJnG7WEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/E8q-4ClGzj0/s1600-h/1timothy6_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SI8fJnG7WEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/E8q-4ClGzj0/s400/1timothy6_18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228431942377756738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320975804779662751-8550497328268794538?l=lifeablaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8550497328268794538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320975804779662751&amp;postID=8550497328268794538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/8550497328268794538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/8550497328268794538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-rich-are-you.html' title='How Rich Are You?'/><author><name>Bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717068569244997449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SNqnShyWQlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dRzvOs3gKuU/S220/IMG_2673.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SI8fJnG7WEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/E8q-4ClGzj0/s72-c/1timothy6_18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320975804779662751.post-5873275257718200636</id><published>2008-07-22T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:17:05.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Busy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SIXnk8MsJaI/AAAAAAAAATc/5oVvbYKVDyY/s1600-h/hole-digging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SIXnk8MsJaI/AAAAAAAAATc/5oVvbYKVDyY/s400/hole-digging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225837564453987746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you looked in the book of James lately? Man it is filled with good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;James 1:22 But prove yourselves doers of the word, and not merely hearers who delude themselves. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a frustration it is to see so many people who come to worship service on Sunday and sit in the pew and listen. Then watch them walk out of the building to quickly forget what they just heard. It makes me wonder why they even bother to assemble. If they studied the Bible they would know that their attendance does them no good. In fact it is a lukewarm faith that God hates, &lt;i style=""&gt;Rev 3:16&lt;/i&gt;. It is a destructive and insidious faith. It infects those around it with the same apathy. It tears down ambition and sinks Godly excitement. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boy have I been on both sides of this verse. It is something I have to constantly work on. But I often try to remind myself that when I am spiritually lazy, it’s not just me that suffers. My husband, my son, my friends and all those around me are infected as well. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m definitely at my sharpest when I practice James 1:25.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;But one who looks intently at the perfect law&lt;/u&gt;, the law of freedom, and abides by it, not having become a forgetful hearer but and &lt;u&gt;effectual doer&lt;/u&gt;, this man shall be blessed in what he does. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I am studying His word, I’m more apt to be an effectual doer. And busy people have less time to become apathetic. And we’re more likely to incite others to good works instead of dragging them down to apathy. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;1 Cor. 15:58 Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your toil is not in vain in the Lord. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320975804779662751-5873275257718200636?l=lifeablaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5873275257718200636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320975804779662751&amp;postID=5873275257718200636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/5873275257718200636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/5873275257718200636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-you-busy.html' title='Are You Busy?'/><author><name>Bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717068569244997449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SNqnShyWQlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dRzvOs3gKuU/S220/IMG_2673.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SIXnk8MsJaI/AAAAAAAAATc/5oVvbYKVDyY/s72-c/hole-digging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320975804779662751.post-1350447666531176363</id><published>2008-07-02T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:31:22.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SGt1ApxrSaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_Glkj075SeE/s1600-h/colossians3_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SGt1ApxrSaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_Glkj075SeE/s400/colossians3_15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218393247313512866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320975804779662751-1350447666531176363?l=lifeablaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1350447666531176363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320975804779662751&amp;postID=1350447666531176363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/1350447666531176363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/1350447666531176363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/2008/07/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717068569244997449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SNqnShyWQlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dRzvOs3gKuU/S220/IMG_2673.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SGt1ApxrSaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/_Glkj075SeE/s72-c/colossians3_15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320975804779662751.post-1447774810671089763</id><published>2008-06-26T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T05:30:14.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So How Do You Like Them Apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SGTc1fLdihI/AAAAAAAAASs/R19AVFPfABQ/s1600-h/IMG_2455%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SGTc1fLdihI/AAAAAAAAASs/R19AVFPfABQ/s400/IMG_2455%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216537079862626834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proverbs 25:11 A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in baskets of silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SGPsqLEhxxI/AAAAAAAAASc/U8vIfLeOUMo/s1600-h/apples.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Everyday thousands of words come rolling out of our mouths. Some roll smooth as butter and some fly out like rocks from a sling-shot. How often do we actually think about what words might be the most fitting for the occasion? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever spoken to someone that seems to know just what to say? I’m convinced that they didn’t get to that point by shear happenstance. I believe that speaking words that fit the circumstances around us takes practice. I can see how I’ve gotten better at this over the years; however it’s not been easy and I’m not done learning and I’m not great at it, but I am better. I am naturally one that likes to just ignore situations. But that part of my personality is of no benefit to me or anyone around me. So I started complimenting people more. Not insincere compliments, but real ones. If I &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;thought&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; someone looked nice, I told them. If I &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;thought&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; someone did a great job, I told them. I started to let those good and positive thoughts escape my mouth. Guess what? It’s fulfilling. To see someone’s face light up is a real joy. And after you encourage like that for a while, it becomes second nature. So I started with simple encouragement. Then the tough stuff came. I started to try to comfort. This is a real hard one, but it is so important. Sometimes you just don’t know what to say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I just said that. “I don’t know what to say.” Who would have thought that just speaking that truth would be comforting, but it was. Sometimes all that needs to be said is, “I love you and I’m hear for you.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But putting these words into action takes thought. A friend of mine once made a comment about this subject and he said to always remember T-N-T. Dynamite is a very powerful thing. It can be damaging or it can be useful. It’s all in the application.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The acronym TNT stands for &lt;b style=""&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;imely, &lt;b style=""&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;ice and &lt;b style=""&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;rue.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;Timely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Speak up in the moment. Don’t hesitate to tell someone how great they are. Also, you don’t always have to make a comment or share your opinion if the time is not right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Make your words pleasant. Some things are hard to hear, but when you speak in love and sincerity the words are much more easily digested. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Speak truth. Don’t say things you don’t mean or have no intention of doing. No one wants to hear empty words.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The trick is to pick good words and say them at the right time. You won’t ever be perfect at this, but with lifelong practice you will be more likely to deliver a beautiful silver basket of golden delicious apples instead of a shoe box filled with sour grapes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5320975804779662751-1447774810671089763?l=lifeablaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1447774810671089763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320975804779662751&amp;postID=1447774810671089763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/1447774810671089763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/1447774810671089763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-how-do-you-like-them-apples.html' title='So How Do You Like Them Apples'/><author><name>Bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717068569244997449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SNqnShyWQlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dRzvOs3gKuU/S220/IMG_2673.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SGTc1fLdihI/AAAAAAAAASs/R19AVFPfABQ/s72-c/IMG_2455%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320975804779662751.post-8128226411112206893</id><published>2008-06-20T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T04:51:38.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is a Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SFuZhLt152I/AAAAAAAAARc/2DsJ-esBpFI/s1600-h/psalm119_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SFuZhLt152I/AAAAAAAAARc/2DsJ-esBpFI/s400/psalm119_18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213929788971280226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I took this from an email I received:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;Once  upon a time, there was a blind girl who hated herself because she was  blind. She hated everyone, except her kind boyfriend. He was always there  for her. She told him, 'If I could only see the world, I will marry  you.' &lt;span class="274474804-20062008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="274474804-20062008"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came  off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend. &lt;span class="274474804-20062008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span class="274474804-20062008"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He asked her,'Now that you can see the world, will you marry  me?' &lt;span class="274474804-20062008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span class="274474804-20062008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of  his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that. The thought of looking  at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.&lt;span class="274474804-20062008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span class="274474804-20062008"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Her boyfriend left and days later wrote a note to her saying: 'Take good  care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, &lt;em&gt;they were  mine."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="274474804-20062008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span class="274474804-20062008"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is how the human brain often works when our status  changes. &lt;span class="274474804-20062008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span class="274474804-20062008"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life Is a Gift &lt;span class="274474804-20062008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span class="274474804-20062008"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Today before you say an unkind  word - Think of someone who can't speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Before you complain about the  taste of your food - Think of someone who has nothing to eat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Before you complain about your  husband or wife - Think of someone who's crying out to GOD for a companion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Today before you complain about  life - Think of someone who went too early to heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Before you complain about your  children - Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Before you argue about your dirty  house someone didn't clean or sweep - Think of the people who are living in the  streets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Before whining about the distance  you drive Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;And when you are tired and  complain about your job - Think of the unemployed, the disabled, and those who  wish they had your job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;But before you think of pointing  the finger or condemning another - Remember that not one of us is without sin.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;And when depressing thoughts seem  to get you down - Put a smile on your face and think: you're alive and still  around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/5320975804779662751-8128226411112206893?l=lifeablaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/feeds/8128226411112206893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320975804779662751&amp;postID=8128226411112206893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/8128226411112206893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/8128226411112206893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-is-gift.html' title='Life Is a Gift'/><author><name>Bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717068569244997449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SNqnShyWQlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dRzvOs3gKuU/S220/IMG_2673.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SFuZhLt152I/AAAAAAAAARc/2DsJ-esBpFI/s72-c/psalm119_18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320975804779662751.post-476619155908419498</id><published>2008-06-10T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:05:09.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SE8GMBAhv5I/AAAAAAAAARE/8O5b0M6Bug4/s1600-h/cleaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 180px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SE8GMBAhv5I/AAAAAAAAARE/8O5b0M6Bug4/s400/cleaning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210390097389797266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 5:45 p.m.  The company you invited for dinner will be here any minute.  You rush around, doing last minute things, when suddenly you see a spot you missed on the floor.  Oh No!  You grab a rag, "spot mop" it, and all because..."what will they think of me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this scenario sound familiar?  I hope I'm not the only one who does this.  We recently had a party with guests from the neighborhood, some of which had never been in my house.  The standard of cleaning excellence was raised quite high in my mind--I felt like the yard needed to be perfectly mowed, we needed pretty flowers, and I cleaned house in some pretty obscure places!  All this because I was concerned that they think the best possible thoughts about me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave us some food for thought in this area in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Samuel 16:7&lt;/span&gt;, when Samuel was trying to choose one of David's good-looking brothers as king:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But the LORD said to Samuel, "Do not look at his appearance or at the height of his stature, because I have rejected him; for God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are to be Christlike, we have to think like God thinks.  It is impossible for us to have the mind of an omniscient God, but being made in the image of God, we can think in a way that is like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God looks at the heart.  He doesn't care if the floor has a spot.  He is concerned about black spots in your heart, caused by worldly or evil thoughts.  In a similar way, we can be unconcerned about keeping up appearances, and be concerned about showing the love of Christ to our neighbors.  Do we know more about the cars they drive and the mower they own, than whether they have problems you could help with or pray about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's work together as friends to combat these attitudes among ourselves.  If you see me worrying too much about appearances, please let me know!  Let's find others who need our attention, and work on helping them, instead of focusing on ourselves.  Then we will see that we are thinking like God, and that many of the things we thought were so important, really are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah Bruce, author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320975804779662751-476619155908419498?l=lifeablaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/feeds/476619155908419498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320975804779662751&amp;postID=476619155908419498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/476619155908419498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/476619155908419498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-545-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717068569244997449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SNqnShyWQlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dRzvOs3gKuU/S220/IMG_2673.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SE8GMBAhv5I/AAAAAAAAARE/8O5b0M6Bug4/s72-c/cleaning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320975804779662751.post-1821244109577799637</id><published>2008-06-03T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T05:15:59.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SEU14GiAHtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1ICE0RKNwV4/s1600-h/1corinthians13_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SEU14GiAHtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1ICE0RKNwV4/s400/1corinthians13_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207627782066020050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320975804779662751-1821244109577799637?l=lifeablaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1821244109577799637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320975804779662751&amp;postID=1821244109577799637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/1821244109577799637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/1821244109577799637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717068569244997449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SNqnShyWQlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dRzvOs3gKuU/S220/IMG_2673.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SEU14GiAHtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1ICE0RKNwV4/s72-c/1corinthians13_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320975804779662751.post-7635554475923969869</id><published>2008-05-29T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T07:52:58.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>OOHHHHHMMMMM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SD7A5LctNFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/zB3c3bRA_GY/s1600-h/meditation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SD7A5LctNFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/zB3c3bRA_GY/s400/meditation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205810307845141586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the past, when I heard the word meditation I would picture a bald man in a sarong with his legs crossed, fingertips touching and a strange hum coming from his throat. It held a meaning of detaching from this world and floating around the cosmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was very wrong in my view on meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation can be defined as continuous and profound contemplation or focused attention. God calls us to be people that meditate and he states that we will be blessed when we meditate on His word and all the wonderful things he has given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 1:1-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,&lt;br /&gt;nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-13942" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; but his delight is in the law of the LORD,  and on his law he meditates day and night. &lt;span id="en-ESV-13943" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-13943" class="sup"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick is to meditate on good things. If we are constantly putting into our minds evil things, depressing thoughts, negative images, spiteful words, critical comments, or ugly pictures then we will miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luke 6:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NASB-25192" class="sup"&gt;45&lt;/span&gt;"The good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth what is good; and the evil man out of the evil treasure brings forth what is evil; for his mouth speaks from that which fills his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people around us will be missing out as well. Think of all the casualties around us when we share our evil treasure. But if we can learn to meditate on the good things, think of the great treasure we can share with those around us. The more I meditate the more I am convinced that if we live this life with the good treasure overflowing, the more influential we are to the lost. But unfortunately the opposite is also true. The more negative junk we let out, the greater the damage we do to the image of Christ. And it's not just negative words but a negative way of being. I think of those kinds of people as toxic. I just feel ill when I am around them. That is a good test to see if you should expose yourself to the constant influence of such a person. How do they make you feel? Do they make you want to be better or do they make you want to just jump off of a cliff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what kinds of things beside God's law can we meditate on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" id="en-ESV-29434" class="sup" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phillipians&lt;/span&gt; 4:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-29434" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a good place to start is a few minutes a day thinking on lovely things and developing that "attitude of gratitude" as you do. As you deeply study your Bible and place those truths in your heart you are filling the tank. Little chunks at a time and before you know it, you are happier more productive, more content and a whole lot more fun to be around. But most importantly you are a more accurate image of what a Christian &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5320975804779662751-7635554475923969869?l=lifeablaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7635554475923969869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320975804779662751&amp;postID=7635554475923969869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/7635554475923969869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/7635554475923969869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/oohhhhhmmmmm.html' title='OOHHHHHMMMMM!'/><author><name>Bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717068569244997449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SNqnShyWQlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dRzvOs3gKuU/S220/IMG_2673.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SD7A5LctNFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/zB3c3bRA_GY/s72-c/meditation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320975804779662751.post-2218849816600900517</id><published>2008-05-22T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:55:55.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious</title><content type='html'>I ripped-off this post from an email Llabetta sent me. I think you will enjoy it. And yes Nancy, I heard you last night when you said that stealing was wrong. I'll do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SDV7ELctNEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sOGAf41b9tk/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SDV7ELctNEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sOGAf41b9tk/s400/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203200256219362370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;nurse on the pediatric ward, before listening to the little ones     chests, would plug the stethoscope into their ears and let them listen to     their own hearts.  Their eyes would always light up with awe, but she     never got a response equal to four-year old David's comment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 3.75pt; margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gently     she tucked the stethoscope into his ears and placed the disk over his heart.      'Listen', she said...  'What do you suppose that is?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;div style="margin-right: 1in;"&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He drew     his eyebrows together in a puzzled line and looked up as if lost in the     mystery of the strange tap - tap - tapping deep in his chest.  Then     his face broke out in a wondrous grin and he asked, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div style="margin-right: 1in;"&gt;     &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Is that     Jesus knocking?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:195.75pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\beverly\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="baby"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320975804779662751-2218849816600900517?l=lifeablaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2218849816600900517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320975804779662751&amp;postID=2218849816600900517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/2218849816600900517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/2218849816600900517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/precious.html' title='Precious'/><author><name>Bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717068569244997449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SNqnShyWQlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dRzvOs3gKuU/S220/IMG_2673.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SDV7ELctNEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sOGAf41b9tk/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320975804779662751.post-7687506007189693622</id><published>2008-05-19T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T06:42:43.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Inspires You?</title><content type='html'>So what inspires you? Might it be a movie, a book or beautiful music? Could it be a friend, a child or a dramatic sunset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As different as each of us are, there are countless things that could inspire us. However I think we all can agree on the inspiration that scripture can give us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 89:5-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-15332" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Let the heavens praise your wonders, O LORD,&lt;br /&gt;your faithfulness in the assembly of the holy ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-15333" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; For who in the skies can be compared to the LORD?&lt;br /&gt;Who among the heavenly beings is like the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-15334" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; God greatly to be feared in the council of the holy ones,&lt;br /&gt;and awesome above all who are around him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-15335" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; O LORD God of hosts,&lt;br /&gt;who is mighty as you are, O LORD,&lt;br /&gt;with your faithfulness all around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-15336" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; You rule the raging of the sea;&lt;br /&gt;when its waves rise, you still them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-15337" class="sup"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;You crushed Rahab like a carcass;&lt;br /&gt;you scattered your enemies with your mighty arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-15338" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; The heavens are yours; the earth also is yours;&lt;br /&gt;the world and all that is in it, you have founded them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-15339" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; The north and the south, you have created them;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some beautiful word pictures in there. Can you calm the raging sea? Can you create something as expansive as the north and the south?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-28132" class="sup"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romans 8:31-37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-28132" class="sup"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt; What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? &lt;span id="en-ESV-28133" class="sup"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt; He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things? &lt;span id="en-ESV-28134" class="sup"&gt;33 &lt;/span&gt;Who shall bring any charge against God’s elect?It is God who justifies. &lt;span id="en-ESV-28135" class="sup"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt; Who is to condemn? Christ Jesus is the one who died—more than that, who was raised— who is at the right hand of God,who indeed is interceding for us. &lt;span id="en-ESV-28136" class="sup"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt; Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? &lt;span id="en-ESV-28137" class="sup"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt; As it is written,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For your sake we are being killed all the day long;&lt;br /&gt;we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered."&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-ESV-28138" class="sup"&gt;37 &lt;/span&gt;No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. &lt;span id="en-ESV-28139" class="sup"&gt;38 &lt;/span&gt;For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, &lt;span id="en-ESV-28140" class="sup"&gt;39 &lt;/span&gt;nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Read the next paragraph slowly and really think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No one and no thing can separate us from Christ's love. Christ, who is sitting at the right hand of God, will not stop loving us through all the ups and downs. Can you believe that? Christ is sitting next to God. God who founded the world and all that's in it. Christ is sitting next to God and talking to God about us. He is talking to God about you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder we can be more than conquerors over all the difficult stuff of life. We have a personal friend, a brother, a Saviour that loves us and is talking to The Creator Himself on our behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Now that is inspirational!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scripture inspires you and why? Post a comment to let us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5320975804779662751-7687506007189693622?l=lifeablaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7687506007189693622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5320975804779662751&amp;postID=7687506007189693622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/7687506007189693622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5320975804779662751/posts/default/7687506007189693622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeablaze.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-inspires-you.html' title='What Inspires You?'/><author><name>Bev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10717068569244997449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z4UZzDhXp2c/SNqnShyWQlI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/dRzvOs3gKuU/S220/IMG_2673.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
