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term='judging'/><category term='nick j'/><category term='bunny rabbit'/><category term='pancakes'/><category term='verse'/><category term='my birthday'/><category term='new years eve'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Girlz 4 God</title><subtitle type='html'>its not a religion. its a relationship.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>480</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-665980776980512562</id><published>2012-01-31T19:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:16:20.690+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>we will see God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;"'As surely as I live,' says the Lord, 'every knee will bow before me; every tongue will confess to God.'"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;This verse is one that I find so particularly beautiful. It's a promise from God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every knee will bow before me; every tongue will confess to God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;You see that word? &lt;i&gt;Every&lt;/i&gt;. Every knee will bow before God and confess that He is God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[confess]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #0055bb; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; position: static; text-align: left;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: verdana; position: static; text-align: left;"&gt;acknowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: verdana; position: static; text-align: left;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: verdana; position: static; text-align: left;"&gt;avow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: verdana; position: static; text-align: left;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: verdana; position: static; text-align: left;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: verdana; position: static; text-align: left;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: verdana; position: static; text-align: left;"&gt;revelation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #7b7b7b; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; position: static; text-align: left;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: verdana; position: static; text-align: left;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; position: static; text-align: left;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; position: static; text-align: left;"&gt;admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: verdana; position: static; text-align: left;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: verdana; position: static; text-align: left;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7b7b7b;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7b7b7b;"&gt;We all live this life, right? No duh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7b7b7b;"&gt;But not everyone believes that God is, well, God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7b7b7b;"&gt;The world is going to discover this truth, that Jesus is alive, when He is glorified.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We gotta show them, the people. We gotta love them like Jesus loves them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I pray that this world will see God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;With radiant hearts we will see God.&amp;nbsp;&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/5877393885154229894-665980776980512562?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/665980776980512562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=665980776980512562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/665980776980512562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/665980776980512562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-will-see-god.html' title='we will see God'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6121134516150409451</id><published>2012-01-30T19:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:19:04.543+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson in life: verse'/><title type='text'>this is life, real life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;-- Galatians 2:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVIRScfgq80/TyZRwDl1H3I/AAAAAAAABL4/CU5-uLTPtu4/s1600/flowerfield.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVIRScfgq80/TyZRwDl1H3I/AAAAAAAABL4/CU5-uLTPtu4/s400/flowerfield.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via pinterest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/5877393885154229894-6121134516150409451?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/6121134516150409451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=6121134516150409451&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6121134516150409451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6121134516150409451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-life-real-life.html' title='this is life, real life.'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVIRScfgq80/TyZRwDl1H3I/AAAAAAAABL4/CU5-uLTPtu4/s72-c/flowerfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6763421060418324501</id><published>2012-01-25T15:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:50:51.560+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>wall of words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took photos yesterday. And so I thought I'd post one of them. I like to call 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;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Words on the Wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jA8a9LMsJoU/Tx-ITqUQkzI/AAAAAAAABLw/MyRs6bb9uIo/s1600/melovewords.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="369" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jA8a9LMsJoU/Tx-ITqUQkzI/AAAAAAAABLw/MyRs6bb9uIo/s640/melovewords.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I thought I'd post another one, too. I love the chain attached to love, because... Jesus was held on that cross; and why? for love. Because He loves us. and the chain says hope and i think it's pretty beautiful. Oops, I was trying to write properly with capital letters in the right spot, but I get I failed. ;) We'll call this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Chains of Hope &amp;amp; Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdNQ9L5vQc0/Tx-IQbBviQI/AAAAAAAABLo/lVMu2Xnwc6s/s1600/loveandconverse2+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdNQ9L5vQc0/Tx-IQbBviQI/AAAAAAAABLo/lVMu2Xnwc6s/s640/loveandconverse2+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're having a wonderful week. I'm just reading Pride and Prejudice, still recovering from that sunburn... reading Romans -- one of my most-loved books in the Bible. Books ever, make that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;love must be sincere; hate what is evil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;cling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; to what is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[romans 12:9]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-6763421060418324501?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/6763421060418324501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=6763421060418324501&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6763421060418324501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6763421060418324501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/wall-of-words.html' title='wall of words'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jA8a9LMsJoU/Tx-ITqUQkzI/AAAAAAAABLw/MyRs6bb9uIo/s72-c/melovewords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-7344369385238394051</id><published>2012-01-21T09:52:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T09:54:46.229+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>inspired, dreams, never give up</title><content type='html'>This video goes for awhile. But if you want your&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;day, your time, your dreams and your life to be inspired? Then twenty minutes isn't that long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/17150524?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember you can make it full screen. :)&lt;br /&gt;Have a beautiful, dream-inspired, never-give-up day, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS I found it over at &lt;a href="http://rachelcoker.wordpress.com/"&gt;Rachel Coker's blog&lt;/a&gt; -- teen author with an awesome-looking book soon to be published.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-7344369385238394051?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/7344369385238394051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=7344369385238394051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7344369385238394051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7344369385238394051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/inspired-dreams-never-give-up.html' title='inspired, dreams, never give up'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-1825039993502865623</id><published>2012-01-19T21:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:12:02.787+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surf&apos;s up dude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surfing'/><title type='text'>surfs up, dude!</title><content type='html'>Today, I went surfing.&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of expecting it to be really painful and the board to drop on top of my head and hurt me so bad.&lt;br /&gt;But that didn't happen. I rode to shore. Then walked back into the ocean. Then went in on my knees. And the next step? ...okay, so it took me a couple of waves until I got brave enough, because you know, I just didn't want to fall. But then I... I stood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go out so deep. But hey, we're beginners. And surfing? So. Much. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CgMUtPYpBqk/TxfmdUhykDI/AAAAAAAABLQ/VoOwvnTb21c/s1600/surfs+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CgMUtPYpBqk/TxfmdUhykDI/AAAAAAAABLQ/VoOwvnTb21c/s640/surfs+up.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via pinterest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;This little kid? Um, so cute. And the guy holding the board? Let me tell you, not such an easy feat. Those boards are&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: medium; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;heavy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yeah, we're gonna be pro surfers and move to the beach. Once we've finished school, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to buy a surfboard.&lt;br /&gt;Also to read Boyfriends, Burritos and an Ocean of Trouble because I want to keep surfing and this is close enough. Also Christy Miller because that's pretty much Surfer Territory, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Always wear sunscreen. My face hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhhjVw-FoCk/Txfntqdb7WI/AAAAAAAABLY/mVk9v4oA_xg/s1600/art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="374" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhhjVw-FoCk/Txfntqdb7WI/AAAAAAAABLY/mVk9v4oA_xg/s640/art.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via pinterest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been surfing? Pro surfer? Who's your favourite surfer? Me, my surfing knowledge doesn't go past Bethany Hamilton and Kelly Slatter. I don't even know who Kelly Slatter &lt;i&gt;is -- &lt;/i&gt;I just know that he's a surfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, so I'm going now. The screen is kind of making my eyes hurt. And my face is still sore. Seriously, it's &amp;nbsp;worth it -- SUN SCREEN! I mean, here I was, before we started, the one saying, "Slip slop slap!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well. I'm just letting you learn from my experience. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="r" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was a really fun day and oh, I was about to say that I'm going to read Pride and&amp;nbsp;Prejudice, when I realized I've already got two books on the list.. nah, Jane Austen it is -- I'm already halfway through. The surfer books can wait. I wouldn't want to get &lt;i&gt;too &lt;/i&gt;excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to surf again, though. What fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;“Here is a simple, rule-of-thumb guide for behavior: Ask yourself what you want people to do for you, then grab the initiative and do it for them. Add up God's Law and Prophets and this is what you get." Matthew 7:12 MSG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Surf's up, dude!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ooh, yes. In a Christy Miller book, some of the surfer dude's are speaking their surfer talk, and they say, well something like, &amp;nbsp;"Naw, that dude totally blew chunks, dude!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course of my friends translated that into, "I was totally eating blue chunks," *snorts* so we were saying that, you know, because using surfer slang while surfing is totally cool -- and not understanding why people gave us funny looks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, turns out "blowing chunks" means throwing up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, another piece of advice; don't shout out that you're blowing, or eating, chunks. And unless you just consumed a blueberry smoothie, your vomit isn't blue. No matter what your friends say. Disgusting, yes. But I really just had to share that to spare you the humilation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-1825039993502865623?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/1825039993502865623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=1825039993502865623&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1825039993502865623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1825039993502865623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/surfs-up-dude.html' title='surfs up, dude!'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CgMUtPYpBqk/TxfmdUhykDI/AAAAAAAABLQ/VoOwvnTb21c/s72-c/surfs+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4355952580163930161</id><published>2012-01-17T19:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:39:31.421+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>lifelifelife.mememe.no,Jesus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Judge not, that ye not be judged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wrote a song awhile ago, about just loving people because we're not God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was thinking yesterday. We've got eternity to live forever in Heaven with Jesus. Pure bliss of happiness. Joy, peace, laughter. For all of forever that will never end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are a few short years in this world that aren't always good, always happy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm here to love people so that Jesus can show them that He loves them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole point of Jesus coming is so that we'll be saved and live in Heaven forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's why we live, so that other people will know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and believe and come to Heaven, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't want anyone to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this life i'm living, it's Galations 2:20;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this isn't my life, i died to this world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the life i'm living here, i live it for Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not me. i have Eternity in God's Kingdom which is more than beautiful and spectacular and awesome and good; it's God's place, and He's preparing my room; that's where i'll be happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but for now, i'm living here&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;for Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not me not not me not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not what I want, not what i think, not what i say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Trust in the LORD with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;in all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We don't know everything. Instead of just thinking about what I want and blah blah blah, I gotta remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yeah, life will be hard. Yeah, it's not going to be everything I want. But I'm here for Jesus. I want this world to be saved, I want them to know that Jesus loves them and I want them to love Jesus. What did Jesus say to that lady, the one all the people in town wanted to stone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #001320; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;"Then neither do I condemn you," Jesus declared. "Go now and leave your life of sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Forgiveness. Jesus died so that He could love us and so that we could live forever with Him. And you know what, that's my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That everyone will love Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's why I live my life. I want every decision I make, every word I speak, to be of Jesus' love. Because for me, that &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"So, you want first place? Then take last place. Be the servant of all."&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/5877393885154229894-4355952580163930161?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4355952580163930161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4355952580163930161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4355952580163930161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4355952580163930161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/lifelifelifemememenojesus.html' title='lifelifelife.mememe.no,Jesus.'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-8654250005420199978</id><published>2012-01-14T19:48:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T19:52:15.873+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson in life: verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>books, cupcakes, time and travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;listening to: i lift my hands by chris tomlin. thanks k-love radio. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone played that game called Settlers of Catan? Dangerous. Or maybe my lovely brother and sisters and I just shouldn't play it together. Just as bad as monopoly... ooh, does anyone remember Trouble? I used to love that game. I think. I haven't done a jigsaw puzzle in ages... I had a Powerpuff Girls one. What were their names? Bubbles, and... that's all I remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The cool things you find lying around... I just love this clock-treasure box thing. It's awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_jZgC9N1eI/TxE7W9ff6qI/AAAAAAAABKo/9wonxnQlnT0/s1600/booksclock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_jZgC9N1eI/TxE7W9ff6qI/AAAAAAAABKo/9wonxnQlnT0/s640/booksclock.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bQ4broXaqCo/TxE7n_AMe6I/AAAAAAAABK4/hZ8heGkJUtg/s1600/globe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To travel the world... would be a beautiful thing. England, [I adore English accents.] Paris, Switzerland, Rome... and, uh, that's only Europe! How did God create such an amazing place? He is just so... great. Is there a word God uses to describe Himself? I think maybe not. I suppose no word that our world could create, anyhow; if we cannot even &lt;b&gt;begin &lt;/b&gt;to comprehend God and His love for us, then certainly we could not describe Him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bQ4broXaqCo/TxE7n_AMe6I/AAAAAAAABK4/hZ8heGkJUtg/s1600/globe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bQ4broXaqCo/TxE7n_AMe6I/AAAAAAAABK4/hZ8heGkJUtg/s640/globe.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: center;"&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;My aunt does make beautiful cupcakes. And they tasted wonderful, too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UcfxCXInLVY/TxFAg_4zr6I/AAAAAAAABLI/uPOZmHKO8N4/s1600/cupcakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UcfxCXInLVY/TxFAg_4zr6I/AAAAAAAABLI/uPOZmHKO8N4/s640/cupcakes.jpg" width="640" /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"&gt;listening to: 7x70 by chris august&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;“If anyone boasts, "I love God," and goes right on hating his brother or sister, thinking nothing of it, he is a liar. If he won't love the person he can see, how can he love the God he can't see? The command we have from Christ is blunt: Loving God includes loving people. You've got to love both.”&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You know what? It's not always easy. But we gotta do it. &lt;i&gt;Loving God includes loving people. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Ever wanted to show God that you really do love Him but what can you do because what does he really need from you? Well, here's something: love people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-8654250005420199978?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/8654250005420199978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=8654250005420199978&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8654250005420199978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8654250005420199978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/books-cupcakes-time-and-travel.html' title='books, cupcakes, time and travel'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_jZgC9N1eI/TxE7W9ff6qI/AAAAAAAABKo/9wonxnQlnT0/s72-c/booksclock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-3102257460889061739</id><published>2012-01-13T09:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:56:26.797+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>dandelions, dreams, words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;God is greater than time itself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otvY1c152Bo/Tw9h6yJZxHI/AAAAAAAABKA/O6ekjgwx4VE/s1600/time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otvY1c152Bo/Tw9h6yJZxHI/AAAAAAAABKA/O6ekjgwx4VE/s320/time.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So you see, with Him, you'll never run out out time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follow Jesus and time means nothing at all. follow Jesus and you'll do everything He put you here for.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry about time. when it feels like it's creeping through your grasp, pray.&lt;br /&gt;and ask Jesus to remind you why you're here.&lt;br /&gt;and then together, you and Him,&lt;br /&gt;live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-3102257460889061739?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/3102257460889061739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=3102257460889061739&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3102257460889061739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3102257460889061739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/dandelions-dreams-words.html' title='dandelions, dreams, words'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otvY1c152Bo/Tw9h6yJZxHI/AAAAAAAABKA/O6ekjgwx4VE/s72-c/time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4287550298963122373</id><published>2012-01-12T18:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:34:47.225+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>the day of today</title><content type='html'>listening to: strong enough to save, by tenth avenue north&lt;br /&gt;i just finished my first draft. first time ever typing those two words, "the end".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about: i'm not here for long. i gotta forget what people say about me and think about me and look to Jesus for every single thing i do and say and think. i'm going to spend&amp;nbsp;eternity&amp;nbsp;with my best friend and i want the whole world to be there. and the only way that's going to happen is if i forget about myself and wanting what i want, not give a stuff what people think of me and love like Jesus loves. impossible? sounds like it. but with Jesus? not at all. because i can do anything with Jesus who gives me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to do my best this year. i'm going to do my homework. i could never figure out why things like that mattered in the picture of life, but i know now. because Jesus loves me and i gotta do my best just because, well, i died to this world -- the life i'm living i live by faith in the Son of God who loves me and gave himself for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is my life. i never ever want to forget this. i want to spend every moment of my life loving and singing about Jesus and writing about Jesus and spreading Jesus' hope into the hearts of this world. there's no time to think about me and being cool and thinking of the right things to say. because Jesus will give me the words to say -- He told me so Himself; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;But when they deliver you up, take no thought how or what ye shall speak: for it shall be given you in that same hour what ye shall speak. Matthew 10:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;i'm going to write music oh and yesterday we made cookies and they were scrumptious, we ate them all. Jesus has blessed me with life, and now i must live it with Him, for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to: a song that feels like a childhood memory. ooh, it's who i am by casting crowns. i think it's been a long time since i've heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many days i have left to live on this earth, one day or a hundred years -- every second i will be held by Jesus. i don't have to worry about anything, because i know who i am in Christ; and that is everything i am. Jesus' daughter, His servant, and Jesus, well, He is my life. everything i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not about writing a bestseller or making a million dollars or being voted most popular. it's about letting the world know that Jesus loves them, and that in Him there is Eternal happiness. a forever hope; a continual joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I thankYou for giving me life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-4287550298963122373?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4287550298963122373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4287550298963122373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4287550298963122373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4287550298963122373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-of-today.html' title='the day of today'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-7849920289083724217</id><published>2012-01-10T18:26:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T18:31:07.936+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>fruit,fruit and.. more fruit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The other day I went to a fruit shop. Fascinating, I know. I had a camera, and I took photos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had to refrain from taking &lt;i&gt;too &lt;/i&gt;many, because I had a feeling I was suspected as the Fruit Inspector. But that kinda made me wanted to take more, because it sounded cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;listening to: the hill, by glen hansard &amp;amp; marketa irglova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;spent a few hours: writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;reading: pride and prejudice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;ate: lasanga&amp;amp;salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUwkAd39aE8/Twvl0ex2ozI/AAAAAAAABJ4/J5yFDL9o9jA/s1600/watermelon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUwkAd39aE8/Twvl0ex2ozI/AAAAAAAABJ4/J5yFDL9o9jA/s640/watermelon.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's such a... Summery fruit. I do heart Summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zl3LamYXClo/TwvlXCm5jaI/AAAAAAAABJY/PqFF36bd_B8/s1600/nectarine%2527s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zl3LamYXClo/TwvlXCm5jaI/AAAAAAAABJY/PqFF36bd_B8/s640/nectarine%2527s.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1DhsNaUMtU/TwvltcLTwDI/AAAAAAAABJw/74ZMwZ7WB64/s1600/pumpkin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1DhsNaUMtU/TwvltcLTwDI/AAAAAAAABJw/74ZMwZ7WB64/s640/pumpkin.jpg" width="640" /&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;Yes, I am just trying my hand at a picture post. How's it going? ;)&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/-8RWgbiMQOp4/TwvloYDy8vI/AAAAAAAABJo/j38WCrnO8dw/s1600/pinapple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8RWgbiMQOp4/TwvloYDy8vI/AAAAAAAABJo/j38WCrnO8dw/s640/pinapple.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is pineapple. In case you didn't know that.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YXYjZ_ox1o/TwvlP0cacYI/AAAAAAAABJQ/nbRWnAxsCao/s1600/beetroot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YXYjZ_ox1o/TwvlP0cacYI/AAAAAAAABJQ/nbRWnAxsCao/s640/beetroot.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snAfNgTr9Ro/TwvldKcqvLI/AAAAAAAABJg/pnxYR77C1vM/s1600/pairs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snAfNgTr9Ro/TwvldKcqvLI/AAAAAAAABJg/pnxYR77C1vM/s640/pairs.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beetroot; I'd never actually seen a real, life beetroot in my life. Only the canned ones. And pears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you'd like to read the post I wrote about &lt;b&gt;control&lt;/b&gt;, by all means, click &lt;a href="http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-word-you-know-control.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Ooh, and a question -- it's been a long while since we've had a mini-interview. Any inspiring people out there you'd love to hear from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-7849920289083724217?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/7849920289083724217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=7849920289083724217&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7849920289083724217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7849920289083724217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/fruitfruit-and-more-fruit.html' title='fruit,fruit and.. more fruit?'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUwkAd39aE8/Twvl0ex2ozI/AAAAAAAABJ4/J5yFDL9o9jA/s72-c/watermelon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4095780787428250062</id><published>2012-01-10T08:44:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:48:22.820+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>that word.. you know.. control.</title><content type='html'>people want to be in control of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;they steer clear of the whole God-thing because they want to be free to do what they want with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;but something occurred to me the other day.&lt;br /&gt;no-one's in control of their own life.&lt;br /&gt;it's either the world who's got their hold on you...&lt;br /&gt;or God IS holding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid of crawling to God, begging Him to protect you. don't be afraid to live a life as God's beautiful daughter. you do know that He's the One who created the world, right? and that this Creator, the one who made this place and made you, loves you more than anything -- including the&amp;nbsp;giraffe, who has a super-duper awesome neck? we let that notion of, "i won't be in control of my life," keep us from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this quote over at&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://christiswrite.blogspot.com.au/2012/01/inspiration-monday_09.html"&gt; Tessa's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Coming Soon'; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"There are only two types of people in the world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;slaves to sin and slaves to Christ."&lt;/span&gt;-- John Piper&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k4H54TjYHAs/TwtgYDIYdaI/AAAAAAAABJI/z8GkpkWlRlY/s1600/icandoanything.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k4H54TjYHAs/TwtgYDIYdaI/AAAAAAAABJI/z8GkpkWlRlY/s640/icandoanything.jpg" width="640" /&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;br /&gt;"So, you want first place? Then take last place. Be the servant of all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make you freak out? Want to scream? Then so be it. But then, let's serve Jesus and this beautiful world with our whole hearts, hey? Let them know Jesus' love. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-4095780787428250062?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4095780787428250062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4095780787428250062&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4095780787428250062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4095780787428250062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-word-you-know-control.html' title='that word.. you know.. control.'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k4H54TjYHAs/TwtgYDIYdaI/AAAAAAAABJI/z8GkpkWlRlY/s72-c/icandoanything.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6759528050141756517</id><published>2012-01-07T11:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:56:43.968+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo contest'/><title type='text'>Rain Ponchos</title><content type='html'>I saw there was a photography contest, over at &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theflipflopfarmgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Ray of Sunshine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; The topic was winter and so I had a look through my photos in the days of wet and cold and rainy... and here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3HwSoXILig/TweKl5zCWnI/AAAAAAAABI4/gqN7LuXJYTo/s1600/mumanddadpouringrain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="363" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3HwSoXILig/TweKl5zCWnI/AAAAAAAABI4/gqN7LuXJYTo/s640/mumanddadpouringrain.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rain Ponchos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "i always feel my best when it's raining outside."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;"Your real, new self (which is Christ's and also yours, and yours just because it is His) will not come as long as you are looking for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;It will come when you are looking for Him. Does that sound strange? The same principle holds, you know, for more everyday matters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Even in social life, you will never make a good impression on other people until you stop thinking about what sort of impression you are making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original whereas if you simply try to tell the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The principle runs through all life from top to bottom, Give up yourself, and you will find your real self. Lose your life and you will save it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Submit to death, death of your ambitions and favourite wishes every day and death of your whole body in the end submit with every fibre of your being,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and you will find eternal life. Keep back nothing. Nothing that you have not given away will be really yours. Nothing in you that has not died will ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;be raised from the dead. Look for yourself, and you will find in the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay. But look for Christ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;— C.S. Lewis (Mere Christianity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-6759528050141756517?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/6759528050141756517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=6759528050141756517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6759528050141756517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6759528050141756517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-saw-there-was-photography-contest.html' title='Rain Ponchos'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3HwSoXILig/TweKl5zCWnI/AAAAAAAABI4/gqN7LuXJYTo/s72-c/mumanddadpouringrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6428905880528356579</id><published>2012-01-06T21:36:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:10:22.348+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>the days go by.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-quYlThmdZLA/TwbMn3U8PcI/AAAAAAAABHg/fIr0Z-4TxD4/s1600/converse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-quYlThmdZLA/TwbMn3U8PcI/AAAAAAAABHg/fIr0Z-4TxD4/s400/converse.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just a little something I got for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uQDpMgcwO68/TwbNaDias2I/AAAAAAAABHo/Z3QWk3Xpet0/s1600/notalone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uQDpMgcwO68/TwbNaDias2I/AAAAAAAABHo/Z3QWk3Xpet0/s400/notalone.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You can open up a book and read that someone else has felt like you do, walked where you walked, said what you said and loved like you loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dgdtgf0aYIM/TwbN3xLPGEI/AAAAAAAABHw/ijEl6sek-xc/s1600/milkandcookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="341" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dgdtgf0aYIM/TwbN3xLPGEI/AAAAAAAABHw/ijEl6sek-xc/s400/milkandcookies.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Never grow up... and leave Santa cookies. Which is really just an excuse for the cat to get a drink of milk, but you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l6dAUmH2PYg/TwbOGvkeM0I/AAAAAAAABH4/jLVRVfZ4m2w/s1600/guitar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l6dAUmH2PYg/TwbOGvkeM0I/AAAAAAAABH4/jLVRVfZ4m2w/s400/guitar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Find chords and speak lyrics, and together you have what I like to call, a song. Actually, everyone calls them songs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRf9J_qhy2Q/TwbOUKEQ-VI/AAAAAAAABIA/RmDIL0W1AoQ/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRf9J_qhy2Q/TwbOUKEQ-VI/AAAAAAAABIA/RmDIL0W1AoQ/s400/love.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Because you never know. I love You Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;God said, "I am holy. You be holy." 1 Peter 1:13&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/5877393885154229894-6428905880528356579?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/6428905880528356579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=6428905880528356579&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6428905880528356579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6428905880528356579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/days-go-by.html' title='the days go by.'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-quYlThmdZLA/TwbMn3U8PcI/AAAAAAAABHg/fIr0Z-4TxD4/s72-c/converse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-5828776536213084704</id><published>2012-01-04T10:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:02:22.242+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>in our weakness.</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes you just want to be good at something? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But imagine if everyone was suddenly good at everything; we could all do everything perfectly. There'd be no way to &lt;b&gt;strive &lt;/b&gt;for our &lt;b&gt;best. &lt;/b&gt;There'd be no feeling of satisfaction when you complete something that, quite frankly, you wanted to give up on a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world isn't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;2 Corinthians 12:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px;"&gt;"My grace is enough; it's all you need. My strength comes into its own in your&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px;"&gt;weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px;"&gt;." Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ's strength moving in on my&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px;"&gt;weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I love what Paul's saying. "I used to just focus on what I couldn't do. The fact that with my weaknesses, I was a lost cause. But then I just let Jesus take over; in my weakness, I become stronger, because Jesus moves in on my weakness."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That's a bit of a strange verse, isn't it? I mean, usually the weaker you get the weaker you become until you're nothing more than a couple of bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the case. Because when we realize that we're as high and mighty as we think we are, that nothing we accomplish is of our own accord, but of Jesus' -- we can let go, let God. Let Jesus, in our weaknesses, in the things we think we're a major fail at in life -- take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;dear Jesus,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;i pray that, in everything, You'll take over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;i pray that i'll become stronger in my weaknesses through You Jesus; that i forget about myself and look to You for everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you know, it's not me, it's not you, who does good things for God.&lt;br /&gt;It's God who does good things for us.&lt;br /&gt;And we've gotta pass on the blessing, right?&lt;br /&gt;Love people, serve people, bless people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-5828776536213084704?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/5828776536213084704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=5828776536213084704&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5828776536213084704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5828776536213084704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-our-weakness.html' title='in our weakness.'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-5027674035611531550</id><published>2012-01-03T14:59:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:06:17.625+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Brandon Heath: give me your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P5AkNqLuVgY" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-5027674035611531550?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/5027674035611531550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=5027674035611531550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5027674035611531550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5027674035611531550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2012/01/brandon-heath-give-me-your-eyes.html' title='Brandon Heath: give me your eyes'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/P5AkNqLuVgY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4746750279618681137</id><published>2011-12-31T19:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:41:37.077+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years eve'/><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>it's the last day of the year; twenty-eleven sure has flown by, hasn't it? we've all learnt a lot, i'm sure. and to read a post about time and life and God i am going to direct you over to one of my favourite blogs,&lt;a href="http://bloominginchrist.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-and-twenty-twelve.html"&gt; blooming in Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to: falling slowly, beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;watched: lizzie mcGuire movie. love you Gordo.&lt;br /&gt;writing: my good old novel.&lt;br /&gt;just read: on writing, stephen king.&lt;br /&gt;reading: a book i got for Christmas, not quite sure what it's called but it seems interesting.&lt;br /&gt;feeling: contentedly happy to write and laugh and live and breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love music. i love quotes and looking at books. words and pictures and stories and memories. this place, this blog that i've written in for almost three years, it's a place where i can write and not be graded and break all the writing rules i want. although it probably wouldn't hurt to use&amp;nbsp;capital&amp;nbsp;letters in the right places, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love Jesus and these words that i heard the other day, that go like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;i have to take a step; that's what faith is all about, isn't it, God? taking a step, not knowing what's ahead but going anyway. because i trust Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jesus, thankYou for this year. i pray for the people who've been hurt, and the people who lost people who they loved. thankYou for everything You've taught me, for the good things and the bad things where i learned that You love me. for blessing me and for loving me. for holding my hand. and for singing with me and writing with me and taking my heart and slowly, in every moment, guiding me, showing me, leading me, Your way; with Your heart. so that i can become just like You Jesus; one day, one day. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;But glory, honour and peace for everyone who does good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love us, Daddy! You want us to be safe. You give us so many good things; You bless us. I pray that everyday of my life, I will trust You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9fdff; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Trust in the LORD with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9fdff; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;We think we know it all! But to let go, let God, well... we have to trust Him with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px;"&gt;all of our hearts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: bold; line-height: 21px;"&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;And... not depend on our own understanding. Because, honestly? Even the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;brainiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;, smartest, most&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;person in the entire world, their understanding... really isn't that much. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Trust God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9fdff; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9fdff; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;as we enter twenty-twelve, i pray that we'll remember that life on earth isn't just some place we live for about eighty years and then we cease to exist. no, it's so much more than that. it doesn't end. because Jesus, he died on a cross on this exact planet... He came from Heaven, from perfection, from glory. the presence of God.. he IS God. i'm not going to pretend to understand, but i know one thing: Jesus loves You and he's preparing a place for You in His glorious house and He wants you to accept; he wants you to run into His open arms and He'll love you. no matter what, Jesus loves you and nothing will ever, ever change that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5877393885154229894-4746750279618681137?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4746750279618681137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4746750279618681137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4746750279618681137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4746750279618681137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-7922533500817308634</id><published>2011-12-28T19:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:29:15.745+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Movie Review: We Bought a Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QoevdOzpNUU/TvrTUvGR-sI/AAAAAAAABHY/R36pI_yOOco/s1600/we_bought_a_zoo_book_cover%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QoevdOzpNUU/TvrTUvGR-sI/AAAAAAAABHY/R36pI_yOOco/s1600/we_bought_a_zoo_book_cover%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went and saw the movie, We Bought a Zoo. It was beautiful. The actors were wonderful, the moments were powerful, and the setting serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The innocent romance between Dylan and Lily; the healing of a wounded family, and the new friendships that come with the hilariously random purchase of a zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring Matt Damon, Scarlett Johansson, Colin Ford and Elle Fanning, amongst others -- this film will make you smile, bring a tear to your eye and have you hoping that each character's dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave some movies thinking, "Why on earth did I just watch that? What a waste of time." &lt;i&gt;We Bought a Zoo &lt;/i&gt;is not like that. No, you leave thinking it was lovely and peaceful and full of hope. Based on a true story, the 124 minute movie will bring a feeling of contentment. You won't regret it. At least, I didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-7922533500817308634?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/7922533500817308634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=7922533500817308634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7922533500817308634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7922533500817308634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/12/movie-review-we-bought-zoo.html' title='Movie Review: We Bought a Zoo'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QoevdOzpNUU/TvrTUvGR-sI/AAAAAAAABHY/R36pI_yOOco/s72-c/we_bought_a_zoo_book_cover%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6423452997395777752</id><published>2011-12-24T22:44:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:45:45.329+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>to save me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&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;Happy birthday, Jesus. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DnXWzjdWx38/TvW7B7u9UxI/AAAAAAAABHM/bJyj7uR_3PM/s1600/new+zealand+237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DnXWzjdWx38/TvW7B7u9UxI/AAAAAAAABHM/bJyj7uR_3PM/s400/new+zealand+237.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/5877393885154229894-6423452997395777752?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/6423452997395777752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=6423452997395777752&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6423452997395777752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6423452997395777752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-save-me.html' title='to save me.'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DnXWzjdWx38/TvW7B7u9UxI/AAAAAAAABHM/bJyj7uR_3PM/s72-c/new+zealand+237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-8979131228956516850</id><published>2011-12-23T10:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:34:32.469+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>from you: words of truth</title><content type='html'>Chloe over at &lt;a href="http://bloominginchrist.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blooming in Christ&lt;/a&gt; wrote this comment and I just have to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know how easy it is to get wrapped up in "stuff." I need to keep in mind that, though enjoying things on earth is not wrong, I need to make Jesus my Treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Recently, I read a quote by J.I. Packer, which said, "In the order of creation, pleasures are meant to serve as pointers to God." We even&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;things&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;God. Our mindset should be, "Wow, this stuff is great...just think how much better God is!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;It's all good to love that pair of Converse you're getting for Christmas, and the new iPod dock you &lt;i&gt;wish &lt;/i&gt;you were getting -- but let that show you how much more awesome, amazing, &amp;nbsp;how&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;God is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Sit outside and listen to the birdies tweet and meet with God. Just be with Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;And if I don't post before then... I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas, tearing apart the wrapping on those presents, listening to carols, eating lollies and sitting down to tell Jesus, "Happy birthday."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Merry Christmas. How fast does the year go?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Oh, and one of my favourite parts of Christmas? The way you go to the shops, you buy something, and the shopkeeper smiles and says "Merry Christmas!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;God went to so much to make sure that You were safe here, the day you were born. People didn't want you around, Your whole life; but You had a purpose, a reason; You were here to serve God, to save us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And You did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ThankYou, Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&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/5877393885154229894-8979131228956516850?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/8979131228956516850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=8979131228956516850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8979131228956516850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8979131228956516850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-you-words-of-truth.html' title='from you: words of truth'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-3077258008019372008</id><published>2011-12-22T14:57:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:31:35.999+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure in heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>three days three days THREE DAYS!</title><content type='html'>It's three days until Christmas. The sun is getting hotter and I painted my toenails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Don’t store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;rust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;destroys them, and where thieves break in and steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was riding my bike for the first time in two years and I noticed how rusty it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I haven't even ridden it before. Why's it gone all rusty?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do things go rusty? Because they've been in the rain. Because you've totally neglected them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, when you put something in storage, as much as you expect to get it out in the same condition you left it -- it just doesn't happen, does it? A book comes out of the box crinkled. Bread gets squished. Clothes get wrinkled. Hats get bent out of shape and photo frames get dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your phone gets stolen, someone tears apart your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We rely on things. We invest in them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact is... they're not gonna last. &lt;i&gt;Don't store up treasure's here on earth. &lt;/i&gt;In my last post, I wrote about giving up your warm fuzzy coat and everything, and why should we have to give it away? Well, we were never going to be able to keep it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're here to learn to love God. All of us; you and me. Every person on this planet. And a way to do that, I think, is to love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up early Christmas morning, rushing to the tree... well, our tree -- a fake one, mind you -- was covered in spider webs, so let's make that an imaginery tree -- opening presents, going as slow as possible so that it will last longer and finally just tearing the paper off because it's too much fun... it's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas. I'm getting excited right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I was about to finish the post and I'm like, "Wait. What was the point in this? There's something missing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But store your treasures in heaven where they cannot be destroyed by moths or rust and where thieves cannot break in and steal them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Store your treasure's in Heaven. Where they'll last forever; they won't go rusty and they won't get dusty. God will look after them for you and nobody, &lt;i&gt;no-one&lt;/i&gt;, will be able to take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Your heart will be where your treasure is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be willing to give. It's better to give than to&amp;nbsp;receive&amp;nbsp;-- &amp;nbsp;really. That's what Jesus says. And He knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_svbkLqPlg/TvKrNDj8lLI/AAAAAAAABG0/Zhynlq7_-SU/s1600/lifebeginsoverinsummer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_svbkLqPlg/TvKrNDj8lLI/AAAAAAAABG0/Zhynlq7_-SU/s400/lifebeginsoverinsummer.jpg" width="400" /&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 style="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/5877393885154229894-3077258008019372008?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/3077258008019372008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=3077258008019372008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3077258008019372008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3077258008019372008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/12/three-days-three-days-three-days.html' title='three days three days THREE DAYS!'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_svbkLqPlg/TvKrNDj8lLI/AAAAAAAABG0/Zhynlq7_-SU/s72-c/lifebeginsoverinsummer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-2835073568757984005</id><published>2011-12-19T09:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T09:09:46.846+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>how do we love people? what's it mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jesus said to love people. And how do we love them?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;By serving them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I heard that, I was like, &lt;i&gt;Oh! &lt;/i&gt;I know that I'm supposed to love everyone -- as if my life depended on it. But that word, LOVE, I didn't understand how I was supposed to do that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard an illustration and it looked like this:&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kfwz2umfyPI/Tu5eULoNdxI/AAAAAAAABGQ/pCecBxA8P2U/s1600/theline.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kfwz2umfyPI/Tu5eULoNdxI/AAAAAAAABGQ/pCecBxA8P2U/s320/theline.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, it's not about me. It's not about you. It's about us &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;reaching out and serving people.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Forgetting about ourselves and loving people; doing for them what we want them to do for us, except.. without expecting anything in return. In this world it's all about not being ripped off and everything -- but it says here, in Luke 6, and this is pretty scary...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When someone gives you a hard time, respond with the energies of prayer for that person. If someone slaps you in the face, stand there and take it. If someone grabs your shirt, giftwrap your best coat and make a present of it. If someone takes unfair advantage of you, use the occasion to practice the servant life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;If someone takes unfair advantage of you, use the occasion to practice &lt;/i&gt;servant life&lt;i&gt;? &lt;/i&gt;Are you serious, Jesus? What does He even mean by this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forget that we weren't made to live in this place forever. That this world, this planet, this Earth, this isn't the end. No siree. It's hardly the beginning. I think what Jesus is trying to remind us of here, is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need your best coat. You know, the one you paid a whole lot of money for and it's really warm and fuzzy. He's reminding you that you can't take it to Heaven anyway, so... let's bless this person with this coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, but I'm cold? I want to wear my coat? Why on earth would I give it away to some person who already took my favourite t-shirt?! That's my question, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe Jesus is trying to explain to us stubborn, clueless people that... these things don't matter. That it's okay if we have to wear our thin, colour-faded jacket instead. He knows that when we get to Heaven, we're not gonna care anymore -- that even though this world is all about being treated right and people getting what they deserve, which does definitely &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;include our fuzzy warm coat -- well, we need to look beyond it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we're called to serve people. Other people. We're not called to serve ourselves. Luke 6:39 [NLT],&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Give, and you will receive. Your gift will return to you in full—pressed down, shaken together to make room for more, running over, and poured into your lap. The amount you give will determine the amount you get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Jesus gives us this generosity; he pours it onto our laps! So, I'm wondering. How do we become generous? How do we serve people when we don't even know what they need?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;Ask Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;dear Jesus,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to serve. to forget about myself and serve people.&lt;br /&gt;please show me how. please pour your love, your generosity, a desire to serve... onto my lap, into my soul. let it captivate my thoughts; loving You, serving people just like You did.&lt;br /&gt;thanks Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;listening to these days: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;count on you, bruno mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;reading right now: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;in the eye of the storm, max lucado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/5877393885154229894-2835073568757984005?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/2835073568757984005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=2835073568757984005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2835073568757984005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2835073568757984005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-do-we-love-people-whats-it-mean.html' title='how do we love people? what&apos;s it mean?'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kfwz2umfyPI/Tu5eULoNdxI/AAAAAAAABGQ/pCecBxA8P2U/s72-c/theline.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-1391567546779589292</id><published>2011-12-17T10:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T10:26:03.092+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psalm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>a psalm, a song and glimpse's of God's beauty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;some of the words from psalm ninety-six. like the lyrics in &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/xS-bRarAZ2g"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do I know of Holy &lt;/i&gt;by Adison Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... I think I made God too small.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WjYQKY0zldE/TuvNrsz2svI/AAAAAAAABFQ/f2aFqOiohZI/s1600/radiance.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WjYQKY0zldE/TuvNrsz2svI/AAAAAAAABFQ/f2aFqOiohZI/s400/radiance.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via pinterest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God made the heavens -- royal splendor radiates from Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a powerful beauty sets Him apart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rswR3684CLQ/TuvR3xR9HzI/AAAAAAAABGA/VK2A5VsX-XM/s1600/childrendancing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rswR3684CLQ/TuvR3xR9HzI/AAAAAAAABGA/VK2A5VsX-XM/s400/childrendancing.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via pinterest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bravo, God, Bravo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone join in the great shout: Encore!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In awe before the beauty, in awe before the might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQ5jps6ZfbA/TuvR-WUKIdI/AAAAAAAABGI/dEJX8yfNEqU/s1600/bubblesandhearts.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQ5jps6ZfbA/TuvR-WUKIdI/AAAAAAAABGI/dEJX8yfNEqU/s400/bubblesandhearts.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via pinterest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's hear it from Sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Earth joining in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a huge round of applause from Sea.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LWxSV8Nwh0o/TuvQX5LzhKI/AAAAAAAABFw/Df5NRZV7ZuA/s1600/treessinging.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LWxSV8Nwh0o/TuvQX5LzhKI/AAAAAAAABFw/Df5NRZV7ZuA/s400/treessinging.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via pinterest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Let Wilderness turn cartwheels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Animals, come dance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put every tree of the forest in the choir --&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cPPGtIHUbic/TuvQWpYmTRI/AAAAAAAABFk/X10Lt3-SqgQ/s1600/littlegirlflowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cPPGtIHUbic/TuvQWpYmTRI/AAAAAAAABFk/X10Lt3-SqgQ/s400/littlegirlflowers.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via pinterest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An extravanganza before God as He comes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As He comes to set everything right, treat everyone fair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-1391567546779589292?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/1391567546779589292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=1391567546779589292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1391567546779589292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1391567546779589292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/12/psalm-song-and-glimpses-of-gods-beauty.html' title='a psalm, a song and glimpse&apos;s of God&apos;s beauty.'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WjYQKY0zldE/TuvNrsz2svI/AAAAAAAABFQ/f2aFqOiohZI/s72-c/radiance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-3241146869997541560</id><published>2011-12-16T09:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T09:32:38.327+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>dear God,</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;You love him even though you have never seen him. Though you do not see him now, you trust him; and you rejoice with a glorious, inexpressible joy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;The reward for trusting him will be the salvation of your souls. -- 1 Peter 1:8-9 NLT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0irdrHUx3Sw" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;i think this song is beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wherever you are today,&lt;br /&gt;whatever troubles you face&lt;br /&gt;and decisions you have to make.&lt;br /&gt;places you have to go and&lt;br /&gt;people you'll meet.&lt;br /&gt;i pray that You'll hold Jesus' hand&lt;br /&gt;and rely on Him every second,&lt;br /&gt;every breath you take and every word&lt;br /&gt;you speak.&lt;br /&gt;because He loves you&lt;br /&gt;and He hears your heartache,&lt;br /&gt;your happiness and your pondering.&lt;br /&gt;and He wants you to know that you're His&lt;br /&gt;beautiful child and that because you believe in Him, because you trust Him...&lt;br /&gt;because you love Him;&lt;br /&gt;your soul will be saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-3241146869997541560?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/3241146869997541560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=3241146869997541560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3241146869997541560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3241146869997541560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-god.html' title='dear God,'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0irdrHUx3Sw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-3708013747571016621</id><published>2011-12-15T17:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:25:19.575+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>a little bit random, but hold me Jesus</title><content type='html'>So I'm here listening to music, staring outside my window at the cloudy Summer day, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;my favourite moment in life is when i'm silent and it hits me. Jesus is real and He loves me.&lt;br /&gt;that part in time, a mark in history, when He has never been so real.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's holidays and Christmas is coming up in ten days and I've got this new house that we've moved into and I can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing a lot of words lately. Lyrics, thoughts. I can't wait to unpack my books so that I can read &lt;i&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/i&gt;, something I never would have dared to do before I picked up &lt;i&gt;Jane Eyre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Amazing Grace today; I do love this movie. Because William Wilberforce aspired to do what God wanted him to do; when no-one else really gets what he's saying. He was brought down so many times... but he &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;never gave up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;I admire him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking photos, attempting another draft of my novel. But I'm stumped; where am I supposed to find my character's &lt;i&gt;problem&lt;/i&gt;? Her thing to solve? Because I've got nothing big enough... I guess I'll keep on writin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Listening to: Beyond Words, Tenth Avenue North&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Listen carefully: Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, dead to the world, it is never any more than a grain of wheat. But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over. In the same way, anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life. But if you let it go, reckless in your love, you'll have it forever, real and eternal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"If any of you wants to serve me, then follow me. Then you'll be where I am, ready to serve at a moment's notice. The Father will honor and reward anyone who serves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Right now I am storm-tossed. And what am I going to say? 'Father, get me out of this'? No, this is why I came in the first place. I'll say, 'Father, put your glory on display.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;John 12:24-28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkrnKXi-t44/TumRPuvCW6I/AAAAAAAABE4/CAtGygLqD4k/s1600/trustGod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkrnKXi-t44/TumRPuvCW6I/AAAAAAAABE4/CAtGygLqD4k/s200/trustGod.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3rv9ipthvM/TumSdUhuReI/AAAAAAAABFA/YiHUC8NhNHc/s1600/likeJesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3rv9ipthvM/TumSdUhuReI/AAAAAAAABFA/YiHUC8NhNHc/s200/likeJesus.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&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/5877393885154229894-3708013747571016621?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/3708013747571016621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=3708013747571016621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3708013747571016621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3708013747571016621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-bit-random-but-hold-me-jesus.html' title='a little bit random, but hold me Jesus'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkrnKXi-t44/TumRPuvCW6I/AAAAAAAABE4/CAtGygLqD4k/s72-c/trustGod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-7701334780673511120</id><published>2011-12-12T17:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T17:47:14.991+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holocoust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refugees'/><title type='text'>a tattooed number</title><content type='html'>the numbers&amp;nbsp;tattooed on his arm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it was real, the Holocaust was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months ago I couldn't even spell the word -- but now I've realized that it's still happening today. That people are being persecuted because of their face, their race... which determines their place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so long ago, the Holocaust; before our parents' time, perhaps, but that's all. When innocent people -- six million Jews, and that's not counting Christians and whatever else people were discriminated for -- were killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because Hitler was out to create the perfect race. Blonde hair, blue eyes. But, uh, Hitler himself? Brown hair. His eyes weren't blue. He said something like, "I'm part of the problem -- but I'm going to help you fix it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is fortunate," he said, "That men do not think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what they did in those times, to convince little kids that Jews were bad? They took things like children's books and games and things -- and created ones about Jews and they made up things about them that weren't true. It's called propaganda. So you'd just grow up that way, believing lies about Jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When refugee's come to Australia seeking their place of refuge, why don't we let them in? And when we &lt;i&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;let the occasional freedom-seeking people into this country, what happens? Oh, we just lock them away in these little prisons we've got over here where we cram in plasma TV's and couches so that it looks humane or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the death camps in&amp;nbsp;Auschwitz and all those places, the whole plan was to take away the humanity of the people. As soon as they entered the camp, a number was tattooed onto their arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From that moment on, I was never called by my name again; I was a number."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilets? Um. Bedding? Uh. Showers? They weren't really showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are raised to think that just because a person is black or from a war-fighting country or someplace, that they should stay there and not come to our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I really do. I know that hate is a strong word, but I also know that this world doesn't belong to me or you -- I mean, God made this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching this documentry called 7 Up in class the other day, and there's this one black kid among a whole bunch of white kids. There's rich kids, poor kids and middle class kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought, watching this one girl say that she, "Didn't care for coloured people; wouldn't care if she never saw one in her life," -- what would it be like if there was just one white kid and six black kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we have no need to run for our lives in this part of the world doesn't mean that we can say we're better or we belong more or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts are probably all over the place, but I really needed to share it with you. Because propaganda sticks hard and it's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px;"&gt;There comes a time when we heed a certain call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;When the world must come together as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;There are people dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;And its time to lend a hand to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;The greatest gift of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;We can't go on pretending day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;That someone, somehow will soon make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;We are all a part of Gods great big family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;And the truth, you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;Love is all we need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;-- we are the world&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/5877393885154229894-7701334780673511120?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/7701334780673511120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=7701334780673511120&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7701334780673511120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7701334780673511120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/12/tattooed-number.html' title='a tattooed number'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-5592840172621328521</id><published>2011-12-09T19:57:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T19:59:46.312+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Song: Here to Love</title><content type='html'>at the end of the day, instead of judging a person and not liking who they are and just ignoring them... take the time and ask them how their day has been, how their life is going; because life doesn't last forever.&lt;br /&gt;we figure, "hey, yeah I'm going to live these days, doing whatever I want... and then I'll get serious and think about stuff once I'm finished and old and lived a fun life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if we don't live for that long?&lt;br /&gt;because we can't control everything. things happen and we can do nothing to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We think we got it made&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then something happens&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And we have no control&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing we say or do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can change it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We wonder why it is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That life ends up like this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;With tragedy and death&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;With sadness and depress&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we could do anything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To make a difference&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the hearts of people&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we could just love them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because we’re not God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we could just love them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because we’re not God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And we’re here&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To love. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No matter how hard we try&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How loud we raise our voice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How rich we are how many friends we have&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the bigness of the universe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Could anything be heard?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We hold people’s mistakes against them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As if we could ever forgive them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But you know all of us &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We mess up every day and &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus he sacrificed himself &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that we never have to die&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He took my place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He never judged me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And if I believe &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am truly set free&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To live for eternity &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;With Jesus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until then, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we could do anything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To make a difference&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the hearts of people&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we could just love them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because we’re not God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we could just love them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And we’re here&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;if we could just love them, because we're not God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, it's really not up to us to judge people.&lt;br /&gt;we need to love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, maybe this is going to sound really out there and like, are you serious? but... reach out to people. actually reach out to people and love them. care about people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Live a life of love, just as Christ did.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-5592840172621328521?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/5592840172621328521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=5592840172621328521&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5592840172621328521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5592840172621328521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-here-to-love.html' title='Song: Here to Love'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-1863792027518871977</id><published>2011-12-06T21:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:04:45.756+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>Another Summer Day</title><content type='html'>Hey, girlz!                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's officially summer over here, which is pretty beautiful. I'm writing my book, which makes me happy -- and I've been listening to music. This is life! I've discovered some powerful words in the Bible which I can't wait to share -- some great stuff in Corinthians. Check out 2 Corinthians 5:14-21 -- I have this incomplete thought that I'd like to share. Also 2Corinthians 12:7-10 -- that's a really great passage. A part of it goes, "my grace is enough, it's all you need. My strength comes into its own in your weakness." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else I've discovered is that God hears me; and when my hearts desire's are like those of Jesus, you can bet than when we knock, the door will be opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Luke 15 -- I've been thinking about that, too... Keep lovin' God and remember that He hears our prayers and that He loves you so much. And remember to live a life of love as if your life depended on it -- because it does. Oh yes, I'm also loving 1 and 2 Peter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember -- bless, that's our job, to bless.(1 Peter 3:8-12)-- Emii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-1863792027518871977?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/1863792027518871977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=1863792027518871977&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1863792027518871977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1863792027518871977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-girlz-so-weve-had-no-internet-for.html' title='Another Summer Day'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-1547000011199814411</id><published>2011-11-30T18:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T18:15:03.263+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson in life: verse'/><title type='text'>Wanting, wanting, wanting</title><content type='html'>I read 1 John 2:15-17 today, and it just made me nod and go, "Oh yes, I so get that. It's so true and I needed to hear it because that's exactly me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't love the world's ways. Don't love the world's goods. Love of the world squeezes out love for the Father. Practically everything that goes on in the world—wanting your own way, wanting everything for yourself, wanting to appear important—has nothing to do with the Father. It just isolates you from him. The world and all its wanting, wanting, wanting is on the way out—but whoever does what God wants is set for eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-1547000011199814411?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/1547000011199814411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=1547000011199814411&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1547000011199814411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1547000011199814411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/wanting-wanting-wanting.html' title='Wanting, wanting, wanting'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-8844796182093797333</id><published>2011-11-26T20:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:29:48.325+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fransesca battistelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>time in between</title><content type='html'>I discovered a new song when I bought my $5 Fransesca Batistelli CD, &lt;i&gt;My Paper Heart. &lt;/i&gt;It's called, "Time in Between" and for me? That first verse strike me as something so powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says, Jesus is real. He was glorified in Heaven and then God whispered, "Hey, Son... you have to leave tonight." And Jesus grew up in this place here, just like you and me. You know what I think? Jesus knew what He had ahead of Him, what was coming once He lived His purpose for His life on earth -- the majesty of Heaven, the air soaked in love, the angelic choruses -- literal angelic choruses, seeing as that's where the angels live. Facing trials on this planet, Jesus knew that this wasn't His final destination, and that no matter what, He wasn't giving up -- He was here to die for us, and that He would do. And that He did do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yg0pDZfWBn0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankYou Jesus. that's really the only words i have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-8844796182093797333?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/8844796182093797333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=8844796182093797333&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8844796182093797333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8844796182093797333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-in-between.html' title='time in between'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yg0pDZfWBn0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-5247089977257886708</id><published>2011-11-25T20:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:50:33.443+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>New Zealand</title><content type='html'>Hey there! A week away in New Zealand and I'm back. Thanks for the comments left while I was away -- and Nicole, you said something about not buying the Sierra Jensen books because you don't like to re-read -- well, this could be just me, but... I've read all the books in the series about six times. So it's definitely worth it. For me, anyway! And about the mini-interviews? Just go to the authors site and ask them for a mini-interview. They're lovely people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;Reading: &lt;/span&gt;Jane Eyre. I know -- me? I've never gotten past the first chapter in these "classics" in my entire life -- and here I am, can't put it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsx00ftqDew/Ts9iSYEF3WI/AAAAAAAABEI/AAKNUvjgzoU/s1600/new+zealand+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsx00ftqDew/Ts9iSYEF3WI/AAAAAAAABEI/AAKNUvjgzoU/s320/new+zealand+028.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Truly a beautiful place. The water, so clear; the mountains, so... snow-topped and... mountain-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_zdN8ltVSk/Ts9jVGzbQBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/sXyoiv1xI1U/s1600/new+zealand+249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_zdN8ltVSk/Ts9jVGzbQBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/sXyoiv1xI1U/s320/new+zealand+249.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of sandy beaches, New Zealand has rocky lakes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peace&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Care&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faith&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smile&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Understand&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forgive&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never Give Up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading Psalms; the poetic lyrics speak truths we still feel and know and understand today. They bring comfort of our Daddy and knowledge that He's here for us and He's not going anywhere. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titled, "A Pilgrim Song," Psalm 121:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I look up to the mountains; does my strength come from mountains?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No, my strength comes from God,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;who made heaven, and earth, and mountains.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He won't let you stumble,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;your Guardian God won't fall asleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not on your life! Israel's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Guardian will never doze or sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;God's your Guardian,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;right at your side to protect you—&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Shielding you from sunstroke,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;sheltering you from moonstroke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;guards you from every evil,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;he guards your very life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He guards you when you leave and when you return,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;he guards you now, he guards you always.&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/5877393885154229894-5247089977257886708?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/5247089977257886708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=5247089977257886708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5247089977257886708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5247089977257886708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-zealand.html' title='New Zealand'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dsx00ftqDew/Ts9iSYEF3WI/AAAAAAAABEI/AAKNUvjgzoU/s72-c/new+zealand+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6870357543326739961</id><published>2011-11-23T12:21:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:21:00.484+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Love Finds You in Sunset Beach, Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1THw_K2LCcY/TsWzG0tNyOI/AAAAAAAABEA/UHCZsBxx64Q/s1600/sunsetbeach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1THw_K2LCcY/TsWzG0tNyOI/AAAAAAAABEA/UHCZsBxx64Q/s320/sunsetbeach.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can I just say, Robin's books stick with me. I read the third Katie book -- and that night I dreamed of those chimchanga things from Casa de Pedro. Like, I watched the shop keeper make it and then I ate it. I don't even know what a chimichanga&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;It was like Subway in my mind. Just to let you all know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this absolutely wonderful book by Robin Jones Gunn about a week ago, and I can still see images of the big waves in Hawaii and a broken staircase with a big, loud storm and Jordan clicking away on his camera and Sierra's wild hair moving in the wind and that beautiful peace I always feel when I read one of Robin's books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in what I guess we'd call two different point of views -- moving from Jordan to Sierra -- this romance was innocent and wonderful and I could literally see myself right there on the beach, watching as Jordan (You'll meet him once you start the book, in case you have no idea who I'm talkin' about!) takes photos. Feeling the sadness of characters and making decisions right alongside Sierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful God-things demonstrated in the book that delve right into my life. The advice, the love, the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is. The beginning of Sierra's life after Brazil. It's been four years since Rancho Corono and that awesome as frozen yoghurt machine that I've always wanted -- and Sierra's friend is shouting her on a vacation to Hawaii. (Did I really just write vacation? I'm not American. I meant&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;holiday&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love the Christy books, the Sierra books, the Katie books and you've always wondered what on earth happened to Sierra... well, may I&amp;nbsp;recommend&amp;nbsp;this book? Because you'll love it. You really will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-6870357543326739961?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/6870357543326739961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=6870357543326739961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6870357543326739961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6870357543326739961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-review-love-finds-you-in-sunset_23.html' title='Book Review: Love Finds You in Sunset Beach, Hawaii'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1THw_K2LCcY/TsWzG0tNyOI/AAAAAAAABEA/UHCZsBxx64Q/s72-c/sunsetbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4293465308819070076</id><published>2011-11-18T08:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T08:30:55.735+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>born to try</title><content type='html'>ever failed at something you wanted to do well?&lt;br /&gt;remember the time you just wanted to fall into some hole in the floor and die?&lt;br /&gt;that moment when people you know watched you mess up?&lt;br /&gt;when you laughed but all you wanted to do was cry?&lt;br /&gt;well, this song is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nA-plUPT7wM" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;born to try, delta goodrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we feel like we should give up and close our eyes and sleep for a hundred and fifty three days.&lt;br /&gt;when you wonder why Jesus didn't sweep in and make you look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, God? What happened to glorifying Yourself through me?"&lt;br /&gt;I realize. God glorifying Himself through me doesn't mean He's going to make me look good. That'd be more like &lt;i&gt;God glorifying me&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I wish in this world that it did mean that -- what people think means so much to me, to us, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my Bible this morning, praying for a verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;My dear children, let's not just talk about love; let's practice real love. This is the only way we'll know we're living truly, living in God's reality. It's also the way to shut down debilitating self-criticism, even when there is something to it. For God is greater than our worried hearts and knows more about us than we do ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;God hears me. God hears me. He answers me. And He's telling me to love. Read this verse again. Oh, it speaks to me. Are you hearing this?&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's also the way to shut down debilitating self-criticism, even when there is something to it. &lt;/i&gt;Love. &lt;i&gt;Real&lt;/i&gt;, God-love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;And friends, once that's taken care of and we're no longer accusing or condemning ourselves, we're bold and free before God!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;We're able to stretch our hands out and receive what we asked for because we're doing what he said, doing what pleases him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Again, this is God's command: to believe in his personally named Son, Jesus Christ. He told us to love each other, in line with the original command. As we keep his commands, we live deeply and surely in him, and he lives in us. And this is how we experience his deep and abiding presence in us: by the Spirit he gave us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times i mess up,&lt;br /&gt;say the wrong thing,&lt;br /&gt;go the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;You love me.&lt;br /&gt;and You wrap Your arms around me and take me back to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh, and also... check out Nobody's Perfect by Hannah Montana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm totally serious. Listen to the lyrics; we're not perfect. We all make mistakes. We can't give up, though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dear Jesus...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we can do anything through You. and that means get back up again, and follow You right on through the crowd and on our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, learn to laugh at ourselves. Next time you're on stage singing half asleep because it's ten at night and you forget the words and make up the wrong ones and stop singing and stop playing and wonder, oh am I seriously just sitting here in front of all these people? It's all good. They don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm following Jesus. And life with Jesus, well, that's the greatest adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-4293465308819070076?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4293465308819070076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4293465308819070076&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4293465308819070076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4293465308819070076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/born-to-try.html' title='born to try'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nA-plUPT7wM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-3165204795097136462</id><published>2011-11-16T18:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:32:16.705+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>dear God,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="comment-content" id="comment-preview-content" style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'll be praying. For all of us. That we... love God. Know God. Obey God. And that He becomes our everything in every day, every moment. in every worry, in every accomplishment.i want God to be my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, hirakakupro-w3, osaka, 'ms pgothic', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, hirakakupro-w3, osaka, 'ms pgothic', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&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/5877393885154229894-3165204795097136462?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/3165204795097136462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=3165204795097136462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3165204795097136462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3165204795097136462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-god.html' title='dear God,'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4786418167694660961</id><published>2011-11-14T20:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:28:28.783+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serve others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>Love God, Serve Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;listening to: alice in wonderland, lisa mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just here, writing a song. Playing guitar. Listening to music. You know, living life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love God, Serve Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing God gave me those words because I've being thinking them all day without even wondering where they came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard this saying, "You can give without loving, but you can't love without giving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't say, "Serve God, love others."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [Referring to Love God, Serve Others. Good thing I'm reading through this.:P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Well, what I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do anything, anything in this world with God... it's gotta be through loving God. Because God is love and that's just how life goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love God, Serve Others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're loving God and &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;loving Him... we're going to have Jesus rolling through every piece of our hearts and our minds and lives. It's going to make a difference on the way the world sees us and the way that we see the world. We're going to be serving people just as Jesus said -- the way that Jesus served.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-4786418167694660961?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4786418167694660961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4786418167694660961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4786418167694660961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4786418167694660961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-god-serve-others.html' title='Love God, Serve Others'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-8154203765097623084</id><published>2011-11-11T08:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:21:35.639+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembrance day'/><title type='text'>a single poppy</title><content type='html'>it's the day where we pause for a minute and remember those who went to war and fought for our country. we remember the young men who had a life and ambitions and dreams that didn't include putting their lives onto the battlefield, where they were never the same. where they lost pieces of themselves; their arms and their hearts. and some of them didn't come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like these soldiers who gave their lives for their country... i have to give up my life, too. my plans, my dreams, my wants and my needs. absolutely needing an iPod touch and a camera and the perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give up my life to God. Like them, I will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Be prepared. You're up against far more than you can handle on your own. Take all the help you can get, every weapon God has issued, so that when it's all over but the shouting you'll still be on your feet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Truth, righteousness, peace, faith, and salvation are more than words. Learn how to apply them. You'll need them throughout your life. God's Word is an indispensable weapon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the same way, prayer is essential in this ongoing warfare. Pray hard and long. Pray for your brothers and sisters. Keep your eyes open. Keep each other's spirits up so that no one falls behind or drops out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Ephesians 6, MSG]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Truth. Righteousness. Peace. Faith. Salvation. Prayer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mFGwsO64GDo/TrxAPfaZk7I/AAAAAAAABDw/ZzjbJ-LI0hc/s1600/remembrance-day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mFGwsO64GDo/TrxAPfaZk7I/AAAAAAAABDw/ZzjbJ-LI0hc/s320/remembrance-day.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5877393885154229894-8154203765097623084?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/8154203765097623084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=8154203765097623084&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8154203765097623084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8154203765097623084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/single-poppy.html' title='a single poppy'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mFGwsO64GDo/TrxAPfaZk7I/AAAAAAAABDw/ZzjbJ-LI0hc/s72-c/remembrance-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-2592089038247950109</id><published>2011-11-10T18:42:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T18:47:09.771+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>"Mum? What can I do? I'm bored."</title><content type='html'>"I'm bored."&lt;br /&gt;"There's never anything to do."&lt;br /&gt;"I've done &lt;i&gt;everything.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;A thousand times over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever found yourself repeating those lines for anyone within hearing distance? I try not to say them too loud too often, because otherwise I'm presented with a cleaning job of some form, and, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while we're at it. "Come and unload the dishwasher!" Doesn't it just make you want to scream? I've gotta work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a post by Raquel over at her blog, God's Daughter, I read &lt;a href="http://god-sdaughter.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-generation.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post. And it inspired me. It made me think -- why don't we ever have anything to do? Why are we so bored and spend countless hours feeling like life is hardly worth living because we're doing something that gives us nothing, no fulfillment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Facebook, for example. I deleted it awhile ago, and I know this will sound really dumb, but... my life is different. Because I don't sit down, think, &lt;i&gt;Okay, &lt;/i&gt;this &lt;i&gt;is boring&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;-- and then pick up my laptop and type in those dreaded keys, &lt;i&gt;f-a-c-e-b-o-o-k-.-c-o-m &lt;/i&gt;and spend the next fourteen hours online clicking the refresh button on the homepage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because we think, "Well, I don't know my 'mission' in life, what I'm going to be when I grow up -- so I've got nothing to work to." The beautiful thing is that life doesn't work like that. I can open my Bible and my world, my perspective, can be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;While he lived on earth, anticipating death, Jesus cried out in pain and wept in sorrow as he offered up priestly prayers to God. Because he honored God, God answered him. Though he was God's Son, he learned trusting-obedience by what he suffered, just as we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Are we hiding from God's grace, from God's love, from God's plan... do we think we're not good enough, not able, and, like Moses -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;"Oh, Master, please! Send somebody else!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one thing.&lt;br /&gt;God hears our whispers, our calls, our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I know another thing, too.&lt;br /&gt;God loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-2592089038247950109?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/2592089038247950109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=2592089038247950109&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2592089038247950109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2592089038247950109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/mum-what-can-i-do-im-bored.html' title='&quot;Mum? What can I do? I&apos;m bored.&quot;'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-8156354190609721210</id><published>2011-11-09T17:39:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T17:39:41.402+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><title type='text'>a storm</title><content type='html'>i'm watching a thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;God's power astounds me.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-8156354190609721210?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/8156354190609721210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=8156354190609721210&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8156354190609721210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8156354190609721210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/storm.html' title='a storm'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4439760724889230959</id><published>2011-11-08T08:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:08:23.741+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson in life: verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verse'/><title type='text'>the unforced rhythms of grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Matthew 11:28-30, MSG]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5877393885154229894-4439760724889230959?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4439760724889230959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4439760724889230959&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4439760724889230959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4439760724889230959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/unforced-rhythms-of-grace.html' title='the unforced rhythms of grace'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-964977373995225017</id><published>2011-11-07T08:29:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:32:06.282+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>up to me? but... it's impossible.</title><content type='html'>It's up to me to make myself a better person, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. It's not. Who do we think we are? As if we can change our sinful desire's and hearts to become like Jesus and love everyone and only think good things and be full of peace and mercy and not judge and have our lives just brimming over with hope. Be patient, kind, gentle. Always faithful, always have self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's impossible. We know it. It's impossible for me to make myself a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, so how does this work then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"No chance at all," Jesus said, "if you think you can pull it off by yourself."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;See? Why do we even bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Every chance in the world if you trust God to do it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I have to plug into the Holy Spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;When I write, I have no idea what's going to happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Why on earth would I want to be holding the pen that scripts my life story? God has a beautiful plan and I need to hand the pen back over to Him, the Author of my life. [from Redefining Beautiful, Jenna Lucado]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;God will make me like Him, with a heart just like Jesus'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Oh, I'll never be perfect on this earth. This is me we're talking about -- this girl who says the wrong thing, gets impatient, and thinks she knows better than God because when does she really listen to Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;How do we really know what "Let Go, Let God" really means? How does one just &lt;i&gt;let go&lt;/i&gt;? I mean, "Aaah!" But it's not just, &lt;i&gt;Let go.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's Let Go. Let God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I have to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I need to pray.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I'm going to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I'm praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&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/5877393885154229894-964977373995225017?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/964977373995225017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=964977373995225017&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/964977373995225017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/964977373995225017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/up-to-me-but-its-impossible.html' title='up to me? but... it&apos;s impossible.'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-1313851544655707603</id><published>2011-11-05T19:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T19:19:47.711+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bless people campaign'/><title type='text'>The Bless People Campaign</title><content type='html'>that moment when you realize that the world doesn't love you.&lt;br /&gt;that they don't think you're beautiful or worthy of them or good enough to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hear people talking, saying things about people, about you.&lt;br /&gt;you say things about people, that if they heard you, they might cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to realize something today. the words we speak can be said to make ourselves feel good -- by bringing someone else down. we can have no ulterior motive other than to state what we consider "truth" and therefore we shouldn't feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 3:8-12 [MSG]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Summing up: Be agreeable, be sympathetic, be loving, be compassionate, be humble. That goes for all of you, no exceptions. No retaliation. No sharp-tongued sarcasm. &lt;/span&gt;Instead, bless—that's your job, to bless. You'll be a blessing and also get a blessing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Whoever wants to embrace life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and see the day fill up with good,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here's what you do:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Say nothing evil or hurtful;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Snub evil and cultivate good;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;run after peace for all you're worth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;God looks on all this with approval,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;listening and responding well to what he's asked;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But he turns his back&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; on those who do evil things.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I've come to a conclusion. This world is nothing about blessing other people and loving them and being kind and filling their hearts with hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;it's about making ourselves look as good as we can, fooling others in order to take their place up the top no matter how much it hurts them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When someone says a hurtful word, I'm not going to sit back and watch. I'm going to bless. Think of the God-things people have said to you over your life; they mean things to us, don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Think of the mean, horrible, hurtful, unkind things people have said to you. You remember them, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I can't do this anymore. I can't just sit back and watch people be hated and persecuted and unloved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So what do I propose? The Bless People campaign. Put a smile on people's faces. It's not a hard thing to wave at someone and compliment them on their friendliness or their talent, or to write them a note just saying thankyou for being a part of your life. When you hear someone say something like, "Oh dear, she's fat. I'm glad I'm not like that," or, "Hey, I have that top... I'm never wearing it again... well, I hope it looks better on me, anyway." -- can we honestly just sit there and watch?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This verse is speaking to me. "Whoever wants to embrace life and see the day fill up with good..." -- and then it goes and gives us these clear-cut directions telling us how to go about this life of life!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and can i just say this one thing? I read it this morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Good morning! You're beautiful with God's beauty. Beautiful inside and out! God be with you." Luke 1:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God makes us beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;If someone tells you you're ugly,&lt;br /&gt;don't listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Redefining Beautiful by Max Lucado right now, and here's the definition of beautiful -- the &lt;i&gt;real &lt;/i&gt;definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Beautiful] 1 what God sees when God sees you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-1313851544655707603?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/1313851544655707603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=1313851544655707603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1313851544655707603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1313851544655707603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/bless-people-campaign.html' title='The Bless People Campaign'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6750082845882341193</id><published>2011-11-04T17:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T17:20:13.722+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>treasure's in your heart</title><content type='html'>"Stand up for me among the people you meet and the Son of Man will stick up for you before all God's angels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what that says? If I stand up for Jesus among the people I meet, He's going to stand up for me before all His angels. It doesn't say that Jesus is gonna stand up for me before people, because that's not what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, I'll go to Heaven. Jesus will put His arm around me and if I obey Him He'll look at the angels and say, "This is Emily. She stood up for me on earth, and this is her new home. Her forever home."&lt;br /&gt;And all that hardship here on earth will be so far away -- it will be gone. The suffering, the&amp;nbsp;loneliness... all gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reward, my reward, is in Heaven. There's no point in seeking to find any reward on earth. Because I'll never find it.&lt;br /&gt;My reward is in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give my life away... I've got to help people... forget about what will bring me up to the top and give others a helping hand instead.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what people say or think of me... I've got to let everything go and obey Jesus. That's the only thing I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;help me. this requires a change of heart. my broken, black, wordly, selfish, cobwebby, scratched, jealous, worried, anxious, scared, faithless heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your heart Jesus. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit;"&gt;When people realize it is the living God you are presenting and not some idol that makes them feel good, they are going to turn on you, even people in your own family. There is a great irony here: proclaiming so much love, experiencing so much hate! But don't quit. Don't cave in. It is all well worth it in the end. It is not success you are after in such times but survival. Be survivors! Before you've run out of options, the Son of Man will have arrived. [Matthew 10:21-23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Don't worry about what you'll say or how you'll say it. The right words will be there; the spirit of your Father will supply the words. [Verses 19-20]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a promise, my friendship with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8nQy-aP_Koo" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to meet Jesus one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-6750082845882341193?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/6750082845882341193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=6750082845882341193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6750082845882341193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6750082845882341193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/treasures-in-your-heart.html' title='treasure&apos;s in your heart'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8nQy-aP_Koo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-3626434443783228092</id><published>2011-11-03T12:48:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T12:48:23.044+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinterest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>land of inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm about to dive into the land of characters.&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; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBr7wZxd7z8/TrHx3r0heXI/AAAAAAAABDY/ZMQt4ssB5M8/s320/lucastill.jpg" width="299" /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qrtuhIIDib0/TrHx4lMWeTI/AAAAAAAABDg/6atFi-R6q_I/s1600/sittinginrain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qrtuhIIDib0/TrHx4lMWeTI/AAAAAAAABDg/6atFi-R6q_I/s320/sittinginrain.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1ylhmnMfFo/TrHx5vmpVWI/AAAAAAAABDk/DxXu4PRytvA/s1600/teacup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1ylhmnMfFo/TrHx5vmpVWI/AAAAAAAABDk/DxXu4PRytvA/s320/teacup.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pinterest is my land of inspiration right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your beauty and love chase after me everyday of my life. I'm back home in the house of God for the rest of my life." -- Psalm 23:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-3626434443783228092?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/3626434443783228092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=3626434443783228092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3626434443783228092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3626434443783228092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-about-to-dive-into-land-of.html' title='land of inspiration'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wx7yg2S46zA/TrHxy2JpUXI/AAAAAAAABC0/bmcujebBV7I/s72-c/doveonthebus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4050218361312543709</id><published>2011-11-02T19:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T19:35:02.309+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>i'm yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;listening to: better be home soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;writing: my novel. though not participating in nano this year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I read a poem over at Blooming in Christ that Chloe shared, called &lt;a href="http://bloominginchrist.blogspot.com/2011/11/point-of-waiting.html"&gt;What's the Point&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was thinking this morning. &lt;i&gt;How does one forget about themselves? I think, perhaps, by looking to God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I don't deserve Heaven. I've sinned. I was reading a post yesterday by Lily of at &lt;a href="http://snatchedfromthewind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Snatched from the Wind&lt;/a&gt;, and she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;If life were truly&amp;nbsp;fair﻿,&amp;nbsp;we humans would all be going to Hell. If life were fair, like we think it should be, God wouldn't care a sniff about us sinners. Because of the sin commited in the Garden of Eden, we would be condemned to an eternal death.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, Jesus chose to save us. Why? Because of&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;grace&lt;/strong&gt;. Because we have a God who loved us so much, He sent His Son to pay the penalty for our sins. Because our Savior chose to go through the terror of Hell, just so we could have the chance to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's by God's grace that we've been saved. His mercy. Nothing to do with me or all the good things I do in this world. I could try and do everything right and never, ever make a mistake, or totally stuff up and say the wrong thing -- but God would never stop loving me any more than He does right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To quote Max Lucado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;God loves you just the way you are but He refuses to leave you that way. He wants you to be just like Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's nothing to do with us -- everything to do with God's grace and mercy and love. And sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I find this notion that I'm good and practically equal with God? I'm not. I mean, my life is a shadow. I'm here today and soon I'll be gone from this world. We like to think we're so significant and everything, don't we? But that's God. Not us. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God takes this shadow called My Life and uses it for His glory to further His Kingdom. To show His love. My life has nothing to do with me... and everything to do with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Romans 12:1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-size: 16px;"&gt;So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;[The Message]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;[NIV]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It says in the Bible that God cares for the birds and the&amp;nbsp;windflowers, the flowers most of which nobody will ever see yet are so simply beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more does God love us, treasure us, want us to love Him? We are blessed to know God; He loves us. He is real. "My God is so big, so strong and so mighty -- there's nothing my God cannot do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to obey Jesus. So that His plan and purpose for me, for us, will&amp;nbsp;prevail. Not so that I can feel good about myself like I've done something great. I'm God's daughter... and I'm also His servant. I owe Jesus everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to give Him is my life. Have it, Jesus. It's not much -- but I'm Yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-4050218361312543709?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4050218361312543709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4050218361312543709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4050218361312543709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4050218361312543709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-yours.html' title='i&apos;m yours'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-2494219596141049759</id><published>2011-10-31T18:48:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T18:57:31.661+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Coming Attractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJsqaamaEdM/Tq5SzudI1RI/AAAAAAAABCo/AckEvUo0sOA/s1600/katie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJsqaamaEdM/Tq5SzudI1RI/AAAAAAAABCo/AckEvUo0sOA/s1600/katie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is Coming Attractions -- book number three in the spectacular series about Katie by Robin Jones Gunn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, if you've never read the Katie books -- they're just so, oh, I don't know -- Katie. Funny. Random. Beautiful. Romantic. Full of God-things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that struck me as I read &lt;i&gt;Coming Attractions &lt;/i&gt;is the way Katie just plain old trusted God. No strings attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God will work everything out. He always does.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adventure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;We always knew where Christy would end up, right? With Todd.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but Katie's beautiful story is so different. I mean, Rick? That's been the dream since, what, forever, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there they are, happy and comparing flavour of ice-cream or whatever romance they're filling their much-needed get-together with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then things change. Unexpected, random -- that's what I love about Robin's writing. Unpredictable -- like Todd, really. But special. And with this wonderful poetic-ness yet fitted with a totally twenty-first century vocab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some laughing moments. I just love when authors put in those totally&amp;nbsp;unnecessary&amp;nbsp;paragraphs that make me giggle and cause me to read them at least twice. Or conversations that are just plain silly or hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious moments. Sunrise mountains and starry nights. Chimichanga's from Casa de Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read reviews by people (as opposed to by animals, I guess;)), and some just don't like reading about people eating food and talking. Can I just say -- I love that. I love reading about Katie buying a coffee and Todd eating fish tacos. Although, since I don't really eat sea-food... that doesn't sound very appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something else? Katie's not perfect! She says the wrong things and she regrets it and she doesn't just do everything right all the time! "I said the wrong thing, didn't I?"&lt;br /&gt;A real character. Maybe I'm just some book-nerd, but Katie seems real to me. And that is writing talent, isn't it? Yes. Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, with that, all that's left to say is... Yes, I&amp;nbsp;recommend&amp;nbsp;this book. Yes, I read it during maths. Yes, it also kept me company during science. Yes, if you click on this link &lt;a href="http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2010/09/mini-interview-robin-jones-gunn.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it will take you to the Mini-Interview with Robin Jones Gunn I posted a few months ago... actually, more like a year ago. Wow, time flies, hey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-2494219596141049759?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/2494219596141049759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=2494219596141049759&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2494219596141049759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2494219596141049759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/book-review-coming-attractions.html' title='Book Review: Coming Attractions'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AJsqaamaEdM/Tq5SzudI1RI/AAAAAAAABCo/AckEvUo0sOA/s72-c/katie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-3217847867834427637</id><published>2011-10-29T14:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:30:24.036+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>a big pancake breakfast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm the kind of girl who follows every step of the recipe and ends up with flat cookies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I google "basic" when I search for something to cook because otherwise, well, it's just too complicated.&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 morning, however, was different.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stephaniemorrillbooks.com/"&gt;Stephanie Morrill&lt;/a&gt;'s pancake recipe is absolutely wonderful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;[But I'll say more anyway.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Z-CdBkLU8/TqttkJ7ni2I/AAAAAAAABB4/BfHutwtAO_A/s1600/pancake+breakfast+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Z-CdBkLU8/TqttkJ7ni2I/AAAAAAAABB4/BfHutwtAO_A/s320/pancake+breakfast+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;these pancakes flipped like they flip in the movies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dQzLFNROPo0/Tqtu6zRX9eI/AAAAAAAABCA/tzB8kBE0ZSo/s1600/themixingbowl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dQzLFNROPo0/Tqtu6zRX9eI/AAAAAAAABCA/tzB8kBE0ZSo/s320/themixingbowl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;the mixing bowl. interesting and intriguing as, i know.&amp;nbsp;&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;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDkXiCVRsMc/TqtvjMtlfnI/AAAAAAAABCI/rXTE8i9SnHg/s1600/pancake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDkXiCVRsMc/TqtvjMtlfnI/AAAAAAAABCI/rXTE8i9SnHg/s320/pancake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; there's really not much to say. this is a pancake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xzUr9mGj9A/TqtwGoMXwSI/AAAAAAAABCQ/mt9xQaf2gXo/s1600/beingeaten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xzUr9mGj9A/TqtwGoMXwSI/AAAAAAAABCQ/mt9xQaf2gXo/s320/beingeaten.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;melted ice-cream. for breakfast. i mean, what more could you ask for, really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCrels4MSPs/TqtwhHNCM9I/AAAAAAAABCY/mU0OM_nl9YY/s1600/yummy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCrels4MSPs/TqtwhHNCM9I/AAAAAAAABCY/mU0OM_nl9YY/s320/yummy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;oh, even better. un-melted ice-cream. yes, the edges are a tad burnt. but hey, they cook faster. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Xj0EaoWfuk/TqtxCAIQgbI/AAAAAAAABCg/M-XdjvzeXmE/s1600/maplesyrup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Xj0EaoWfuk/TqtxCAIQgbI/AAAAAAAABCg/M-XdjvzeXmE/s320/maplesyrup.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh wow this is so cool. i just figured out you could click "add caption".&lt;br /&gt;*changing all the other captions to official captions*.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So anyway, that's my day.&lt;br /&gt;Reading: On a Whim -- Kate Welden Series #2, by Robin Jones Gunn. Lovin' this book. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: I'm really not sure. The radio reception is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a verse I found this morning that sunk into me like I'd just discovered some piece of ancient treasure that had been buried for years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't let evil get the best of you; get the best of evil by doing good." -- Romans 12:21, The Message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how we overcome evil. With God -- God is good. God is love. &lt;a href="http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-really-late.html"&gt;God is bigger than anything and everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Strive to do good. Desire to good. I'm reading Just like Jesus by Max Lucado again. I want a heart likes Jesus'. It seems impossible, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can do anything through Christ who gives me strength." Philippians 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;PS Yes, I did get the title from that movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-3217847867834427637?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/3217847867834427637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=3217847867834427637&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3217847867834427637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3217847867834427637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-pancake-breakfast.html' title='a big pancake breakfast.'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Z-CdBkLU8/TqttkJ7ni2I/AAAAAAAABB4/BfHutwtAO_A/s72-c/pancake+breakfast+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-3860784690221432484</id><published>2011-10-28T08:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:37:18.656+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson in life: verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verse'/><title type='text'>forevermore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That moment when you open your Bible and find the guitar pick you were missing. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;To Him who is able to keep your from falling and to present you before His glorious presence without fault and with great joy -- to the only God our Saviour be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen. [Jude 24]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words skipped my brain and flew right into my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-3860784690221432484?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/3860784690221432484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=3860784690221432484&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3860784690221432484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3860784690221432484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/forevermore.html' title='forevermore'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-3314637588711135819</id><published>2011-10-26T08:24:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:33:30.611+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>another diary entry</title><content type='html'>it's really late. i can barely see. but i have to write this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Dad preached about God being awesome and us being in awe and... reverent? And I got to thinking of God reaching as high as, like, a really tall sky-scraper. I was like, "Whoa," and imagining myself just falling on my face or something. But it's just occurred to me. This is earth. We have, what, nine planets in our solar system -- the Milky Way -- right? The farthest we've gone is the moon -- &lt;i&gt;our &lt;/i&gt;moon. There's a whole universe out there. Out there, our solar system is barely a speck. It's like on that Indescribable DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is bigger than the universe? We try to understand God and why He does things and how He does things... but really? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can't even comprehend how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; He is.&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;We're all about being equal in this world, aren't we? Chance to vote, everyone gets their say -- but you know what my Dad pointed out? We start to think we're the same as Jesus, don't we? We place ourselves on the same level, make ourselves equal with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Jesus, in all His glory and splendour and perfection and love and everything good... come here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty simple, actually. Does the answer mean anything to us? Will it ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;He loves us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, right back at the beginning of us... when God created the world? Oh, He had a plan. God was right there with Adam and Eve in that beautiful garden that He'd planted and raised and created Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does God see us? I mean, He's so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[big]&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #0055bb; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;large,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;in&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;size,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;height,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;width,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;or&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;amount:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline" style="color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.25em; 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;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;a&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;big&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;house;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;a&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;big&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;quantity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline" style="color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.25em; 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;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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 /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Is that honestly as big as we can see? Are our perspective's that small?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Why don't we fear God? Do we just shut off from our minds the fact that God is bigger than the universe -- that He created it in a breath?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Where do we get this thing that we don't need Him, that we're fine without Him and that we can just be our own person or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;People think of God destroying people. You know, those stories in the Old Testament. But what was He doing? He was leading His people to the promised land -- and He wanted them to get there. Why? He loved them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Jesus came down to earth. What did He do while He was here? He taught us how to love! Love, love, Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;"Hope, faith, love -- and the greatest of these is love." -- Paul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;God loves us. And that is why he created you and He created me. He wants us to be with Him in eternity -- that's what He wants. And so He made it to be as simply simple as He could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Trust Him. Love Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;With your life. With your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;I mean, He's bigger than the universe. Why on earth would we just turn our back on Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;there is so so so much that i don't understand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;but You are bigger than everything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;i'm just sitting here, pondering that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;you really do care about us -- every single one of us on this tiny little planet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;and I do know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;You love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;What on earth did I ever do to deserve this, God? To deserve Your love? Your compassion, mercy, forgiveness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Absolutely nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;All I can do now is obey You. Love You. Listen, believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;how can we comprehend Your love... if we can't even begin to comprehend Your size?&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/5877393885154229894-3314637588711135819?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/3314637588711135819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=3314637588711135819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3314637588711135819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3314637588711135819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-really-late.html' title='another diary entry'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4969734040627622276</id><published>2011-10-25T20:27:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:32:39.510+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a diary entry'/><title type='text'>[a diary entry]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, hirakakupro-w3, osaka, 'ms pgothic', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;if this was my last day, i'd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Say hi to the person across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'd forgive the people who made me angry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'd stand up for what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I wouldn't worry because my worries wouldn't matter,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Whether or not people like me, I wouldn't care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I'd give God the glory for good instead of trying to claim it for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I'd set my mind and soul on above, with God in Heaven, not here on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;There'd be no time to sit down and listen to the devil's lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I'd spent every minute getting to know God, to hear Him, obey Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;What people say wouldn't mean a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;My messy room wouldn't matter... but I'd strive to do my best, finish this world at the end of the race holding God's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;hand, knowing that He will be glorified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I wouldn't judge, because before this day is over, I myself will be standing before God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Everything I say, everything I do, every decision I make, they'd be from You because I'd listen and obey You, Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I wouldn't worry about tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4VRbIHv_TY/TqaB_wT3YHI/AAAAAAAABBk/gXuFYAXE0no/s1600/lampostnarnia2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4VRbIHv_TY/TqaB_wT3YHI/AAAAAAAABBk/gXuFYAXE0no/s400/lampostnarnia2.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5877393885154229894-4969734040627622276?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4969734040627622276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4969734040627622276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4969734040627622276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4969734040627622276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/diary-entry.html' title='[a diary entry]'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e4VRbIHv_TY/TqaB_wT3YHI/AAAAAAAABBk/gXuFYAXE0no/s72-c/lampostnarnia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-8448086995381896413</id><published>2011-10-24T08:19:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:20:01.703+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>i'm not going back on that</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;it's raining right now and i can see a person walking holding an umbrella. all i want to do is grab the umbrella i'm not supposed to get until Christmas and just walk through the rain. because i can't remember the last time i did that.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's been an awesome weekend, God-wise. I'm different. If I was going to write out everything, we could be here for days -- me typing, you reading. That is, if anyone actually comes here to read a novel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;t's like my eyes have been closed. I knew all the words but I turned and they were like unwanted roses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How could my fingers have written these truths but my heart been so blind?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;i&gt;truths, God. I turned it into a worldly routine, never caring about their meaning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I said I "desired" to live a life like You, and then I went and gossiped and complained and yelled and regretted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's so easy to trust ourselves. To think that we'll work it out. I just end up mucking everything up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm sick of this notion, this knowing that You're here somewhere -- but in the background.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want You to be real, God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Since this is the kind of life we have chosen, the life of the Spirit, let us make sure that we do not just hold it as an idea in our heads or a sentiment in our hearts, but work out its implications in every detail of our lives. That means we will not compare ourselves with each other as if one of us were better and another worse. We have far more interesting things to do with our lives. Each of us is an original.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;-- Galations 5:25-26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My prayer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Indeed, I have been crucified with Christ. My ego is no longer central. It is no longer important that I appear righteous before you or have your good opinion, and I am no longer driven to impress God. Christ lives in me. The life you see me living is not "mine," but it is lived by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. I am not going to go back on that. -- Galations 2:20&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/5877393885154229894-8448086995381896413?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/8448086995381896413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=8448086995381896413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8448086995381896413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8448086995381896413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-not-going-back-on-that.html' title='i&apos;m not going back on that'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-7907237217287999920</id><published>2011-10-22T18:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T18:48:38.212+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucas till'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>just a song. with lucas till</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VuNIsY6JdUw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just here because it can be.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and because it has Lucas Till starring with that amazing smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-7907237217287999920?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/7907237217287999920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=7907237217287999920&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7907237217287999920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7907237217287999920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-song-with-lucas-till.html' title='just a song. with lucas till'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VuNIsY6JdUw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6740096645616488184</id><published>2011-10-21T08:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:08:18.714+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson in life: verse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jesus said, "No procrastination. No backward looks. You can't put God's kingdom off till tomorrow. Seize the day!" &amp;nbsp;Luke 9:62&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: x-small;"&gt;dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;today has just arrived and here i am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;here You are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;let's live.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;in love, faith, in hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-6740096645616488184?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/6740096645616488184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=6740096645616488184&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6740096645616488184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6740096645616488184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/jesus-said-no-procrastination.html' title=''/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-5434879618629659344</id><published>2011-10-20T17:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:38:30.166+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Please, Just Love</title><content type='html'>please, just love&lt;br /&gt;remember your words, how the way they can affect&lt;br /&gt;the minds of those you're communicating&lt;br /&gt;demonstrating the truths of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say words could never break me&lt;br /&gt;but i think we've all discovered&lt;br /&gt;how false that really is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when you open your mouth&lt;br /&gt;before anything tumbles out&lt;br /&gt;just consider your heart&lt;br /&gt;is it love or hatred&lt;br /&gt;that is being poured out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i whisper a prayer&lt;br /&gt;to God&lt;br /&gt;i ask Him to fill my soul with&lt;br /&gt;compassion.&lt;br /&gt;to overflow me with peace.&lt;br /&gt;for my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;and my ears to hear&lt;br /&gt;imagery and words&lt;br /&gt;in the same perspective as does He&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take away my worry&lt;br /&gt;allow my laughter to be&lt;br /&gt;genuine and soaked with joy&lt;br /&gt;in You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my words&lt;br /&gt;i pray&lt;br /&gt;will be said in&lt;br /&gt;kindness and love&lt;br /&gt;purity and honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know sometimes i do slip up&lt;br /&gt;more often than not&lt;br /&gt;but God I know&lt;br /&gt;You will help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thankYou Daddy. ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-5434879618629659344?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/5434879618629659344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=5434879618629659344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5434879618629659344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5434879618629659344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-just-love.html' title='Please, Just Love'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6095553313790838638</id><published>2011-10-20T08:14:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T16:42:30.885+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>Christ is your life, your new life!</title><content type='html'>I've always loved this passage -- Colossians 3, The Message. Isn't it cool how, when you're reading the Bible, it feels like the first time even though you might've read the same thing a hundred times before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So if you're serious about living this new resurrection life with Christ, act like it. Pursue the things over which Christ presides. Don't shuffle along, eyes to the ground, absorbed with the things right in front of you. Look up, and be alert to what is going on around Christ—that's where the action is. See things from his perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Your old life is dead. Your new life, which is your real life—even though invisible to spectators—is with Christ in God. He is your life. When Christ (your real life, remember) shows up again on this earth, you'll show up, too—the real you, the glorious you. Meanwhile, be content with obscurity, like Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;[obscurity]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;the&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;condition&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;of&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;being&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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 /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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;You know how we do something -- and then someone else goes and gets the credit for it? You want to shout out and say, "Hey, that was &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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 /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hwc" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; 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 hey, that's what copyright is for. (I should know. That's what we're studying in art.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;But let's say you just did something you find kind of hard, like performing in front of people. (Um, yeah. There's something about reading a book that just sounds more, oh, I don't know... relaxing?) And the next person up is even more freaked out than you were -- so you start cheering them on and saying, "Woo, go Dove!" and they end up with a smile on their face and a rockin' performance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Everyone tells her how great she did, and that she was definitely the best of all you. And you're just standing there, thinking, "Hang on -- I cheered. I put that smile on her face."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Because we're human and we like to be encourage and told how good we did and... what is it? Pride? Whatever it is, I know I feel that way sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Meanwhile, be content with obscurity,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like Christ. &lt;/i&gt;Jesus was content with being unknown for the time being. Why? Because He knew what was coming. He knew that God was going to be glorified.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This isn't our one life. But you can't just finish off this one and go onto the next, like going from entree to main. Read that verse again -- we've gotta be with God. And then when Jesus comes back... we'll show up, too! -- the real, glorious &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So next time it's like I've kind of being shoved to the back, unknown, even if I've just changed the world -- so what? God will glorify Himself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Instead of wanting &lt;i&gt;us &lt;/i&gt;to be glorified, let's let God do the glorifying! I totally forget the verse, but if we're living for God... He'll glorify himself through us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;See things from His perspective.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dear God,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i can be selfish. greedy. wanting more and more and more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;help me to be content with obscurity, just like Jesus was. Oh, He knew who He was -- and He knew where He was headed! What's earthly reward, congratulations?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm here to live for You, Daddy. To serve You, to love You and to love like You love. Even though that's impossible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, wait, it's not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Impossible on my own, yes -- but with You, anything is possible. ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Guide me, Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Open my eyes to see like You see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I get so impatient sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Help me, God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;IloveYou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&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/5877393885154229894-6095553313790838638?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/6095553313790838638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=6095553313790838638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6095553313790838638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6095553313790838638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/christ-is-your-life-your-new-life.html' title='Christ is your life, your new life!'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-8549768683248809842</id><published>2011-10-19T17:29:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:57:02.746+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>when i grow up</title><content type='html'>listening to: innocent, by stellerkart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's kinda funny. I wrote the title "when i grow up" and thought, "Hmm, that sounds familiar." So I google those words, adding on Girlz 4 God -- and there it is. &lt;a href="http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-grow-up.html"&gt;This post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think that I'll keep writing this one, because, um... I'm not really getting the point of the other one. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's summer it's so beautiful. Well, as my friends may remind me, it's actually still spring -- for another months and a half. But I say it's Summer because it's so SUNNY and BLUE and WARM and just wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;...and i think to myself, what a wonderful world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;-- it's a wonderful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Have you ever just paused in your planning and worrying and wondering and pondering and thinking and* just said these words? "Dear God, I just give this to You. I trust You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, the other day. It's like I don't have to worry about if this will work out, or if I'm doing this wrong or if I should say this or do that -- because you know how things sometimes just seem right, like it's the right time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon that's God. I mean, I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living this life with God, it's not just that He's right here with me, holding my hand -- He also has this purpose for my life. I've been reading Psalm 119 today -- and David was just so... well, he really did know that God had this beautiful way of life for him to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;By your words I can see where I'm going;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;they throw a beam of light on my dark path.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've committed myself and I'll never turn back&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;from living by your righteous order.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everything's falling apart on me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;put me together again with your Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Festoon me with your finest sayings,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;teach me your holy rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My life is as close as my own hands,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but I don't forget what you have revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The wicked do their best to throw me off track,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but I don't swerve an inch from your course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I inherited your book on living; it's mine forever—&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;what a gift! And how happy it makes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I concentrate on doing exactly what you say—&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I always have and always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And should I wander off like a lost sheep—seek me!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'll recognize the sound of your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as it turns out, I guess the title is sort of&amp;nbsp;irrelevant, after all. But that's okay. Because what I was originally going to say is that there's really no such thing as, "When I grow up," is there? Each moment we become older. We learn more, discover, dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up is now, isn't it? Following God is my life. Walking this path that He's got for me -- I drew this picture this morning, and Part A was this really wide road, and this person in about ten different places. See, they've been spending their life moving around this road -- but never going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Part B. It's the narrow path -- and there's another person. There's really no way of knowing what's up ahead, but you know what? They don't have to freak out. Because God is holding their hand -- and because God knows what's up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will protect you. God loves you. He'll show you the way -- don't complicate things. You know those times when things suddenly just seem so simply or clear or just make sense? Maybe it's because I can feel Summer in the air. I don't know -- but I do know that I trust God and that He's holding my fear and I've just got to take a deep breath and let Go. Let God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*Haha, remember that grammatical rule of not using 'and' more than once -- you use a comma instead? Um, I think I've been over that one for a while. I love using lots of 'and's'. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-8549768683248809842?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/8549768683248809842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=8549768683248809842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8549768683248809842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8549768683248809842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-i-grow-up.html' title='when i grow up'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4961904246734406117</id><published>2011-10-18T08:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T08:25:59.379+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>ARK</title><content type='html'>Ever seen Evan Almighty? Great movie. Anyway, three letters -- ARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Act of Random Kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;It says somewhere in the Bible, "What makes you so good, being nice to people who are nice to you? Do you expect a medal for saying hi to the people who say hi to you? Even bad guys do that."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I was listening to the radio and they were saying, "What if everyone was just doing these random acts of kindness?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;And I was just like, "Wow. What if we &lt;i&gt;did &lt;/i&gt;that? Random nice things for people?" It doesn't matter who they are -- just spread the love!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;God is love. Huh? GOD is love. What? God is LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ain't it ironic that now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i don't give what they gonna say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's like their words don't change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a thing of who i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;of who God is in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Romans 12 this morning. I love this passage! Last night I was writing in my diary, and I was like, "You know, God is love -- but we're humans. Saying "live a life of love" doesn't really get me anywhere. I mean, love covers everything -- a multitude of sins. How can I really, really just love in everything I am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because love is one of those things I just can't comprehend. I mean, God IS love, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life -- you're sleeping, eating, going-to-work and walking-around life -- and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for Him. Don't become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You'll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what He wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...living, then, as every one of you does, in pure grace, it's important that you do not&amp;nbsp;misinterpret yourselves as people who are bringing this goodness to God. No, God brings it all to you. The only accurate way to understand ourselves is by what God is and by what He does for us, not by what we are and what we do for Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In this way we are like the various parts of a human body. Each part gets its meaning from the body as a whole, not the other way around. The body we're talking about is Christ's body of chosen people. Each of us finds our meaning and function as a part of His body. But as a chopped-off finger or cut-off toe we wouldn't amount to much, would we? So since we find ourselves fashioned into all these excellently formed and&amp;nbsp;marvellously&amp;nbsp;functioning parts in Christ's body, let's just go ahead and we what we were made to be, without enviously or pridefully comparing ourselves with each other, or trying to be something we aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you preach, just preach God's message, nothing else; if you help, just help, don't take over; if you teach, stick to your teaching; if you give encouraging guidance, be careful that you don't get bossy; if you're put in charge, don't manipulate; if you're called to give aid to people in distress, keep your eyes open and be quick to respond; if you work with the disadvantaged, don't let yourself get irritated with them or depressed by them. Keep a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love from the&amp;nbsp;centre&amp;nbsp;of who you are; don't fake it. Run for dear life from evil; hold onto dear life for good. Be good friends who love deeply; practice playing second fiddle. Don't burn out; keep yourselves&amp;nbsp;fuelled&amp;nbsp;and aflame. Be alert servants of the Master, cheerfully expectant. Don't quit in hard times; pray all the harder. Help needy Christians be inventive in hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;Bless your enemies; no cursing under your breath. Laugh with your happy friends when they're happy; share tears when they're down. Get along with each other; don't be stuck up. Make friends with nobodies; don't be the great somebody. Don't hit back; discover beauty in everyone. If you've got it in you, get along with everybody. Don't insist on getting even; that's not for you to do. "I'll do the judging," says God. "I'll take care of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our scripture say that if you see your enemy hungry, go buy that person lunch, or if he's thirsty, get him a drink. Your generosity will surprise him with goodness. Don't let evil get the best of you; get the best of evil by doing good." Romans 12, The Message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think that's just too long and you're not gonna read that. And, hey, you don't have to read it all. But this passage really just stuck out to me. You could out your Bible and just read it over a couple of times, or focus on a certain thing, like let God do the judging or make friends with nobodies -- don't be the great somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Whatever you do,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Whatever God's doing in you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Have a beautiful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-4961904246734406117?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4961904246734406117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4961904246734406117&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4961904246734406117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4961904246734406117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/ark.html' title='ARK'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-5337075924039444513</id><published>2011-10-15T11:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T11:27:14.160+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>to see His face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re here I know You are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Listening, you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Holding me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Never watch me fly away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Without You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because I won’t get very far&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You call me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I say I’m busy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;While there I am running&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nowhere&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The things that I thought mattered&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now don’t seemed to make a difference&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To make me feel anything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can sense all this honesty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Surrounding me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like all the lies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are running away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus has found me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus has found me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve come to be &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To know this place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel where there is no fear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where the depths of my soul &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have come to meet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The face of God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh I know peace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-5337075924039444513?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/5337075924039444513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=5337075924039444513&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5337075924039444513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5337075924039444513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-see-his-face.html' title='to see His face'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-1382358479628004285</id><published>2011-10-13T17:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T17:23:50.655+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><title type='text'>He holds our life</title><content type='html'>you know what is so great about life?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to worry. i don't have to wonder, "what will i do if that doesn't work out?"&lt;br /&gt;with God, there's no fear.&lt;br /&gt;He wants me to just give it all to Him -- everything, my whole life -- just pile it into His arms. He doesn't want me carrying it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i do. it's a constant thing, surrender is. i have to pause, and just think, "why on earth am i taking this with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants us to give it to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear God,&lt;br /&gt;i give it to You.&lt;br /&gt;those little fears that like to rise inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;those worries.&lt;br /&gt;the good times and the bad times.&lt;br /&gt;memories of the past and thoughts of the future.&lt;br /&gt;take it all, God&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;You know what You want, though, God.&lt;br /&gt;take me with You. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-1382358479628004285?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/1382358479628004285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=1382358479628004285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1382358479628004285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1382358479628004285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/he-holds-our-life.html' title='He holds our life'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-5243961221090386711</id><published>2011-10-12T20:09:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T08:21:59.295+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Major Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>it's not some list</title><content type='html'>Today, I heard this question being asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if you died and... wherever you think you go -- Heaven -- isn't like you thought it would be? Wouldn't you regret that you spent your life following all those rules and having no fun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me then. People think that being a Christian is about rules. Like a whole list of things we &lt;i&gt;have to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what Jesus said when he lived in this world? Probably, because I post about it, like, everyday. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He said to love eachother. &lt;/span&gt;Jesus said that it summed up everything, this one commandment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that some people look at God and think that if they're going to become a Christian, you've suddenly got to be perfect. And then it's like, "Uh, yeah, right. This religion is like, not my type."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's not a religion. It's a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus came to earth and what'd he do? He made friends. He hung out with them. He didn't say, "Yo, Peter -- no swearing." &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He didn't judge. He loved.&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;You know something? It's not up to you and me to judge people. We're called to love. Where on earth did we get this piece of mind that it's up to us to judge people!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect. You're not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;What's that verse? Our imperfections are made perfect in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I really can't think of the words I need.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;alone, i'm nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm not good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;people look at Christian's and what do they think? that we think we're better than them? that we act like we don't like them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;because let me tell you, there is only one difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i realize that i can't do this alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that Jesus loves me -- He really does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that without Him... it's impossible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;with Him? like one of my favourite verses -- anything is possible. "With God? You've got every chance in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;people have questions. they're thinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;because God is real, and He places Himself on their hearts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;God loves everyone -- He does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He wants us to live a life of love for Him right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so that He'll be able to wrap His arms around us and welcome us into the beautiful place He's got ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He wants nothing more than for you to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's seeking to find Him in every aspect of you life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's knowing that you live for a purpose; a purpose God created, wrote up, before the beginning of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and i just think that there's something beautiful about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you just gotta have faith."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;listening to: falling slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-5243961221090386711?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/5243961221090386711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=5243961221090386711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5243961221090386711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5243961221090386711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-not-some-list.html' title='it&apos;s not some list'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6456041190377473385</id><published>2011-10-12T08:22:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:38:58.014+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>live these words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's like forgetting the words to your favourite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-small;"&gt;you can't believe it, you were always singing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-small;"&gt;it was so easy and the words so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-small;"&gt;you can't remember, you try to move your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-small;"&gt;it was so easy and the words so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-small;"&gt;you can't remember, you try to feel the beat -- &lt;i&gt;regina spektor, Eet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Those lyrics are sad, aren't they? I don't want to forget the words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read these words this morning, and they stuck with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke 6:26-38&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;There's trouble ahead when you live only for the approval of others, saying what flatters them, doing what indulges them... You task is to be true, not popular.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;To those ready to live by the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love your enemies; let them bring out the best in you, not the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When someone gives you a hard time, pray for them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they slap you, stand there and take it. If someone takes your stuff, take your favourite thing -- and then wrap it &amp;nbsp;up like a present and give it to them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they take advantage of you, use it as an opportunity to practice the servant life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask yourself what you want people to do for you -- and then do it for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love your enemies. Help and give without expecting a return -- you'll never regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live the way God lives -- generously and graciously, even when we're at our worst.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's kind; you be kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't pick on people, jump on their failure's,&amp;nbsp;criticize&amp;nbsp;their faults -- unless you want that done to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't condemn those who are down. Be easy on people -- you'll find life a lot easier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give away your life -- you'll find life given back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving, not getting, is the way. Generosity begets generosity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Love.&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/5877393885154229894-6456041190377473385?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/6456041190377473385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=6456041190377473385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6456041190377473385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6456041190377473385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/live-these-words.html' title='live these words'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-2121064637562821587</id><published>2011-10-11T17:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T17:25:01.838+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>chase them 'til you catch them</title><content type='html'>When I read about an artist, (the musical type) the biographies (autobiographies? I never really got which one was which.) that I love the most are the ones that say something along the lines of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...never intended to become a professional musician, instead..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about that -- having a different idea of life, but then something bigger than what you knew just appears. A new opportunity, or something just suddenly clicks into place -- God has a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered so many great tracks and artists that I'd never even heard of before -- thanks to Pandora. Because on the radio, there really isn't that much played other than the, what, top ten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading "Somebody Everybody Listens To" by Suzanne Supplee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangled -- "Go. Live your dream!"&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/-0kw6nsmF0HQ/TpPfFlv4lLI/AAAAAAAABBM/_5hQEgyWnwM/s1600/dreams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0kw6nsmF0HQ/TpPfFlv4lLI/AAAAAAAABBM/_5hQEgyWnwM/s320/dreams.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all have dreams. Take Jesus' hand, and He'll lead the way. Trust me -- you won't catch them without Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This post was like, all over the place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh how I love the randomness of life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Listened to before and love:&lt;/span&gt; Little House by Amanda Seyfried&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I think I'll:&lt;/span&gt; learn it on guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I'd better:&lt;/span&gt; um, finish my homework. sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I read:&lt;/span&gt; this really powerful passage in the Bible that I'd never really thought about that much before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's Spring, but... rainy. Which is beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh this is fascinating, writing in small font. How fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here's something to remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life is real. And Eternal life is forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&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/5877393885154229894-2121064637562821587?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/2121064637562821587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=2121064637562821587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2121064637562821587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2121064637562821587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/chase-them-til-you-catch-them.html' title='chase them &apos;til you catch them'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0kw6nsmF0HQ/TpPfFlv4lLI/AAAAAAAABBM/_5hQEgyWnwM/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-2136471484504406865</id><published>2011-10-10T08:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T08:09:10.034+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>deeply at peace</title><content type='html'>"But I'm not abandoned. The Father is with me. I've told you all this so that trusting me, you will be unshakable and assured, deeply at peace. In this godless world you will continue to experience difficulties. But take heart! I've conquered the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're like me, sometime you might've said something along the lines of, "Well, Jesus &lt;i&gt;knows &lt;/i&gt;God -- it's easy for him trust God. To have a relationship with Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus was constantly heading into the mountains and the boat and wherever else he could find some solitude -- and He'd pray. He sought out that place so that He'd be free to give God all His attention. His spirit. His time -- his &lt;i&gt;life. &lt;/i&gt;If we're willing to give God our time -- which, in this world, is probably considered most important over everything -- we can give Him our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Jesus did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what else did Jesus do? He said that, if we gave Him our lives and trusted Him -- really, really trusted Him -- we'd be &lt;b&gt;unshakable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;We'd be &lt;b&gt;assured.&lt;/b&gt; We'd be &lt;b&gt;deeply at peace. &lt;/b&gt;You don't get that on your own -- you get that with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Yeah, life is going to be tough sometimes. But take heart -- there's hope. I've conquered the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is above it all. I promise you this -- He loves you. Just look at Him. Hold out your hand, and He'll take it. Never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They got up, drove Him out of the town, and took him to the brow of the hill, on which the town was built, in order to throw Him off the cliff. But He walked right through the crowd and went on His way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But me and Jesus went right through the crowd and went on our way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-2136471484504406865?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/2136471484504406865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=2136471484504406865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2136471484504406865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2136471484504406865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/deeply-at-peace.html' title='deeply at peace'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6652360048393516208</id><published>2011-10-08T10:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T10:01:28.220+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>what really counts</title><content type='html'>I read a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://girlsgodgoodlife.blogspot.com/2011/10/god-speaks.html"&gt;post by Ashley Mays&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over at Girls God and the Good Life, and it just made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has things to say to us.&lt;br /&gt;When I sit down to listen to God and He speaks through His whisper... I see things in a way I never did before. &amp;nbsp;Or a way I forgot about.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? His voice is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God's voice is so beautiful, why don't we sit down to hear it more often?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think sometimes God just looks at us and wishes we'd just give Him our full attention and look at Him for five minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got things to say to us.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we seek Him?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we seek His voice? His words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to Jeremiah,&lt;br /&gt;"When you call on me, when you come and pray to me -- I'll listen. When you come looking for me, you'll find me. Yes, when you get serious about finding me and want it more than anything else, I'll make sure you won't be disappointed." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:12-14 [The Message]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gotta want it more than anything else. You know when you loose, say, your toothbrush -- you're going to look for it, right? Because if you don't brush your teeth, well, oh dear. So you'll search and search and search and... there it is! Behind the windowsill. Because dad cleaned the bathroom and put the toothbrushes away so that it wouldn't look messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't going anywhere without brushing your teeth. No matter how late you were going to be for school -- you were determined to find the silly toothbrush and brush your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's kind of what God wants us to be like with Him -- we need Him. We can't leave for school without finding Him and talking to Him, just like you've got to brush your teeth or you'll be tasting cereal all morning. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the&amp;nbsp;guarantee&amp;nbsp;of a toothbrush is that you're mouth will be fresh and clean -- God promises we'll find Him. And we won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear God,&lt;br /&gt;i pray we'll forget about everything else and look to You.&lt;br /&gt;ultimately, You're all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;so if we can see the big picture... why can't we see like that day-by-day, situation for situation,&lt;br /&gt;that obeying You is what counts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-6652360048393516208?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/6652360048393516208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=6652360048393516208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6652360048393516208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6652360048393516208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-really-counts.html' title='what really counts'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4778413430821290124</id><published>2011-10-07T10:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T10:08:24.859+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lord of the rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>i liked it! i loved it!</title><content type='html'>I never would have thought. Really. Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this week, I've managed to watch all three of the Lord of the Rings movies, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I absolutely loved them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who rarely reads fantasy and whose favourite movie includes Dan in Real Life because, well, it's about real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters were so real. Genuine. Loveable. (Er, some of them. Not the bad guys.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched number one with friends, and oh... good times.&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;"Sit down, Legless!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I know, I know. It's not Legless. Believe me, we made this movie funnier than probably intended.&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;I watched as Sam walked the journey, right by Frodo's side.&lt;br /&gt;Kind. Loyal. I mean, to me, Sam is the most beautiful friend in the world. That silly Gollum, who made me laugh just because I don't know why, called him "the fat hobbit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't. But do you know what he was? A friend who gave everything up to help Frodo. Near the end, when they're sitting down on the big rock, Sam looks at Frodo and says, [not exact words] "If I was going to get married, I would have married her." Even though he was in love from the beginning with some girl from the Shire, &lt;b&gt;he kept his promise and went with Froddo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&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/-DbSyF2Ncgqc/To4vrSwSgKI/AAAAAAAABBE/8bnAYsdkTDc/s1600/sam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbSyF2Ncgqc/To4vrSwSgKI/AAAAAAAABBE/8bnAYsdkTDc/s320/sam.jpg" width="320" /&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-size: xx-small;"&gt;this is sam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He gave up what he wanted to do what he needed to do. Because Frodo would never have gotten there if it weren't for Sam. Frodo was the ringbearer; but Sam was more than the fellow at his side. No, Sam was... Sam was the humble hero. He never, ever gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, 'san serif'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Sam:&lt;/span&gt;..Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Frodo:&lt;/span&gt; What are we holding on to Sam?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Sam:&lt;/span&gt; That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial, helvetica, 'san serif'; font-size: 0.75em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, 'san serif'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: arial, helvetica, 'san serif'; font-size: 0.75em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that there's guys who like Sam in this world. My sister and I were quite dismayed when we found out that he'd been in love the whole time. "She's old!" That was us. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pippin' and Mary. I loved them from the very beginning. They're the silliest, randomest guys, like, ever. So real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1t5tEBmEHmw/To4vqiXk59I/AAAAAAAABBA/cxW3mpBBJH4/s1600/pippinandmary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1t5tEBmEHmw/To4vqiXk59I/AAAAAAAABBA/cxW3mpBBJH4/s320/pippinandmary.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pippin had a solo. Quite beautiful, really.&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/-19moLd66m90/To4vkMWbPjI/AAAAAAAABA4/NKIta4HPx5Q/s1600/legless.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19moLd66m90/To4vkMWbPjI/AAAAAAAABA4/NKIta4HPx5Q/s320/legless.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Legless. (Uh, Legolas). Give him a bow and arrow -- he'll never miss a target, never run out of arrows! Extraordinary. Long hair was definitely a trend in those days.&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/-0q-b80I7S3I/To4vjVTBjvI/AAAAAAAABA0/uNrFDLBbPdQ/s1600/froddandsam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0q-b80I7S3I/To4vjVTBjvI/AAAAAAAABA0/uNrFDLBbPdQ/s320/froddandsam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's Frodo and Sam. Frodo looking a little bit, er, tired. But his eyes? So BLUE. Really,&lt;i&gt; really&lt;/i&gt; blue.&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/-B0TqUSpz-ns/To4viiaCo-I/AAAAAAAABAw/ic1TSTLXHfs/s1600/fourhobbits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0TqUSpz-ns/To4viiaCo-I/AAAAAAAABAw/ic1TSTLXHfs/s1600/fourhobbits.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My hobbits, all four of them altogether. Sam, Frodo, Merre and Pippin. (Mary. I know, right. I guess they ran out of guy names.;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian was in the movie! You know, National Treasure? Bad guy? Well, he was a good guy in this one. Sadly, he died. *oops. don't let that ruin the movie for you.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LjhdNamyPJU/To4vsT-YeuI/AAAAAAAABBI/nFJk6LNx3s4/s1600/thosewhowander.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LjhdNamyPJU/To4vsT-YeuI/AAAAAAAABBI/nFJk6LNx3s4/s320/thosewhowander.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what arrived in the mail? The Message. So exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Listening to: Field Below, Regina Spektor on Pandora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last day of school holidays. What do I plan on doing? Well for one thing, finding some blue glue gel so that I can do &lt;a href="http://www.u-createcrafts.com/2011/08/creative-guest-watermark-tee-by-sweet.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. And perhaps maybe even doing &lt;a href="http://loveisthethingwithwings.blogspot.com/2011/10/series-of-tangents.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for my fingernails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;"this is a large work I've called you into, but don't be overwhelmed by it. it's best to start small. give a cool cup of water to someone who's thirsty, for instance. the smallest act of giving or receiving makes you a true apprentice. you won't lose out of a thing."&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Matthew 10:42, The Message&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-4778413430821290124?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4778413430821290124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4778413430821290124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4778413430821290124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4778413430821290124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-liked-it-i-loved-it.html' title='i liked it! i loved it!'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbSyF2Ncgqc/To4vrSwSgKI/AAAAAAAABBE/8bnAYsdkTDc/s72-c/sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6192737326267034228</id><published>2011-10-05T18:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T18:11:32.402+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><title type='text'>when i prayed</title><content type='html'>it's like everything is finally under control -- i've trusted God to get me through it. i totally relied on Him, surrendered it all. He didn't let me down; all His promise's were real.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now here i am. life's rolling along quite nicely, thankyou -- and then one day, i stop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;when was the last time i prayed?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pray changes things. when Jesus was stuck, what'd He do? &lt;b&gt;He prayed. &lt;/b&gt;To God. His Daddy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you're like me, you talk to God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think that's only part of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya see, we're speaking -- but how can we hear if we're not listening?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we, as humans, have a&amp;nbsp;tendency&amp;nbsp;to over-complicate things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is listening. God hears you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And God speaks to you, too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's come to the days that I'm not quickly trying to finish my God-time so that I can go on the computer. No -- now it's to do anything else. Why? I don't know. There is nothing in the entire world that can top time with God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it that pulls me away from devoting every part of my life to Him?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not God, that's for sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because He wants nothing than for me, for you -- to be right with Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time I feel compelled to end my God-time (devotions? quiet time? God-time's good.) I'm going to pray. I'm going to ask God to give me a desire to stay. Right here. With Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that's what I'll do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-6192737326267034228?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/6192737326267034228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=6192737326267034228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6192737326267034228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6192737326267034228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-i-prayed.html' title='when i prayed'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-2604360006447522344</id><published>2011-10-05T10:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T10:18:33.266+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>the good we know</title><content type='html'>If we took all of the good of all the people in this world and looked to God... what we have would be the smallest piece of who He is; how good God is.&lt;br /&gt;He will be hilarious. I can just see Heaven -- God saying something and me just living life in Eternity laughing and my heart spilling with utter joy.&lt;br /&gt;Romance. Love. Everything of good in which we hold... comes from God. And in Him... good is complete. That day is real -- the day this world is swept away and God's children enter His Kingdom full of hope and peace and laughter and happiness and love. Goodness beyond what we'll ever see in this world, the only place we've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a verse in the Bible, and I can't find it -- mostly because I don't know where it is. I think I've done a post on it before, and so I googled it -- but I didn't find it. It went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"But God is waiting for you. He's waiting for you to love Him just as He loves you. That's why He hasn't come back yet. He's waiting. Not giving up on you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is real...and Eternal life is forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-2604360006447522344?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/2604360006447522344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=2604360006447522344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2604360006447522344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2604360006447522344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-we-know.html' title='the good we know'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-2700782554879280688</id><published>2011-10-01T10:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T10:15:25.891+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>i don't know what to call this post because my titles are always the same and this isn't the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I found my way over to singer Laura Story's website, and read this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I don't want to be a conservative Christian; I want to give with abandon, to be spent, to truly give my life away for the cause of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try so hard to make our lives here on earth good. Friends? Family? Clean room, money, a job? Check, check, check.. all right, life's doing good. "Now, God what were you saying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;The world supports an idea of self-centered living because I have 'just this one life,' but we need to look at it the other way... we only have one life to give to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Elliot said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In my Bible, I look over highlighted verses. Jesus says, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace." "Don't be afraid; just believe." "You faith has saved you. Go in peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your faith has healed you. Now go &lt;i&gt;in peace&lt;/i&gt;. Not in fear or worry about what will happen tomorrow or because you did this or that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 11:1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Jesus is what we hope for. Jesus is who we're certain of though with these two eyes we don't see. Faith is believing that Jesus is holding you and He knows what He's doing. Faith is letting go and letting God; trusting Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 11:28,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Blessed...are those who hear the word of God and obey it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I can read these words and know they're true and then shut the lid of my laptop and whine about being bored and eat chocolate and sit down and do nothing and complain and yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I can somehow trust God and live them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-2700782554879280688?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/2700782554879280688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=2700782554879280688&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2700782554879280688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2700782554879280688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-know-what-to-call-this-post.html' title='i don&apos;t know what to call this post because my titles are always the same and this isn&apos;t the same'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-7792663744770033875</id><published>2011-10-01T09:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T14:36:08.026+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Solitary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rBzrnXDLKkQ/ToZJkhdIF6I/AAAAAAAABAs/2ncFqdwlras/s1600/soliray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rBzrnXDLKkQ/ToZJkhdIF6I/AAAAAAAABAs/2ncFqdwlras/s1600/soliray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other day I picked up this book from the shelf and started reading. &amp;nbsp;I was hesitant at first, because even though I got this from a Christian bookshop, it seemed the author was a bit of a horror writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely not a horror reader. Or writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why on earth did I keep turning the pages? Because it was written &lt;i&gt;so well&lt;/i&gt;. It's terrible, how you have to keep reading and you can't put it down even though the plot is horribly scary and eerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me laugh. Sarcastic or just plain old funny, I'd almost read it again just hear those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, not in this world. Except the main character, Chris, was so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this book, you can learn a whole lot about how to write a book -- but the bad part is that the scenes don't leave your mind straight away. Not cool. If I could ask the author to change genre and write normal old living life fiction, I would -- because I want to read his works but am stayin' away from horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is good because in a time of vampire's and were wolf's, teenagers seem to love all that horror stuff. So it's an alternative, in the way that it's not... well, about vampire's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I reccommend this book?&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you like horror and creepy and don't mind being scared -- I suppose you'd love it!&lt;br /&gt;But if you're like me and think Christy Miller is the best thing ever written, well... Robin Jones Gunn has just released a new book about Sierra and her love life -- a couple years on! Yes, I know the next book on my to-buy list!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sayin' this because I looked up quite a few reviews on &lt;i&gt;Solitary &lt;/i&gt;before they read it -- and each reader seemed to love it. So I'm just speaking for myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Travis Thrasher, you can check out his website &lt;a href="http://www.travisthrasher.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever you choose to read this week or month or year -- happy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-7792663744770033875?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/7792663744770033875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=7792663744770033875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7792663744770033875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7792663744770033875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/10/book-review-solitary.html' title='Book Review: Solitary'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rBzrnXDLKkQ/ToZJkhdIF6I/AAAAAAAABAs/2ncFqdwlras/s72-c/soliray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4836865744158246067</id><published>2011-09-30T10:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T10:54:34.081+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compliments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanking God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>a week of this and that</title><content type='html'>I just read a post over at Writing Roseanna, and it was so true and something that we all forget, time and time again... that I'm posting the link so that we can all be reminded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://roseannamwhite.blogspot.com/2011/09/thoughtful-about-compliments.html"&gt;Thoughtful about Compliments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt; Hosea's Wife, by Brooke Fraser on Pandora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Reading:&lt;/span&gt; Start Here, Alex and Brett Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Just finished:&lt;/span&gt; Solitary, by Travis Thrasher. What I thought? Brilliant writing. Scary&amp;nbsp;plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;My nails:&lt;/span&gt; Pink and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Verse:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes. [Matthew 7, The Message]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Creativeness: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I made a bracelet out of coloured paper clips. At first I wondered why no-one had done this before... and then I discovered that the paper clips love to latch themselves onto things. Such as guitar strings and shopping bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHdIafniTXI/ToUTJ6uK9II/AAAAAAAABAo/qh5LdOLCQ0E/s1600/onlythethingsyouthankedGodfor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHdIafniTXI/ToUTJ6uK9II/AAAAAAAABAo/qh5LdOLCQ0E/s320/onlythethingsyouthankedGodfor.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/5877393885154229894-4836865744158246067?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4836865744158246067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4836865744158246067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4836865744158246067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4836865744158246067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/week-of-this-and-that.html' title='a week of this and that'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pHdIafniTXI/ToUTJ6uK9II/AAAAAAAABAo/qh5LdOLCQ0E/s72-c/onlythethingsyouthankedGodfor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-8194761910175242852</id><published>2011-09-28T11:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T11:54:22.990+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honest'/><title type='text'>what do i know? really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;What do I know of Holy? -- Addison Road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;i made You promises a thousand times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;i tried to hear from Heaven but i talked the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;i think i made You too small, i never feared You at all, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;if You touched my face would i know You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;looked into my eyes, could i behold You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;i guess i thought i had You figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;i knew all the stories and i learned to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;about how You were mighty to save,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;those were only empty words on a page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;then i caught a glimpse of who You might be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;the slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes you don't know how to say something so you just babble on and on? Maybe we don't need the words. Maybe we don't need to make things up just so that we can find an answer. Maybe just being honest and saying something is true are all the words you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song for the first time today. I don't know. It's just too true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-8194761910175242852?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/8194761910175242852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=8194761910175242852&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8194761910175242852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8194761910175242852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-do-i-know-really.html' title='what do i know? really?'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-7258243174044608949</id><published>2011-09-28T08:26:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:26:46.176+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>let's pray?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Every time we pray our horizon is altered, our attitude to things is altered, not sometimes but every time, and the amazing thing is that we don't pray more. -- Oswald Chambers&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/5877393885154229894-7258243174044608949?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/7258243174044608949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=7258243174044608949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7258243174044608949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7258243174044608949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/lets-pray.html' title='let&apos;s pray?'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-5271000579593577931</id><published>2011-09-27T19:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T19:14:33.900+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical chairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>it's always a practice</title><content type='html'>No matter how old you are... no matter how many people have gone out before you... if you're the one who missed out on a chair... it was a practice. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical chairs. I just played it. It was, of course, a practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the funniest thing to watch, especially playing with your brother and sisters as well as the other random kids that are visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guest [Music Stopper] Out! No more practice's!&lt;br /&gt;My sister: (Yelling to be heard) It was a practice! Practice!&lt;br /&gt;*Everyone calling "Out"*&lt;br /&gt;The Guest [Music Stopper] It was a practice! ...no more practice's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next round was, of course, a practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the life of musical chairs. If you don't give up on requesting that round be a practice, you'll never be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little advice on musical chairs. Next time you go to a party, you'll know how to stay in the game. I was pretty pro at pass the parcel, too. I used to win the cookies that you got if you won at a McDonalds party. How? Just pass it to the next player as quick as you can -- I was always the oldest, and everyone else just wanted to unwrap it as soon as they could -- and I knew that you could only unwrap it once and if you didn't, well, you'd get the last one. Cookies anyone?;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-5271000579593577931?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/5271000579593577931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=5271000579593577931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5271000579593577931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5271000579593577931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-always-practice.html' title='it&apos;s always a practice'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-1056570608554153597</id><published>2011-09-27T09:41:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:00:11.190+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>if we are the body</title><content type='html'>As of &amp;nbsp;today, Girlz 4 God has officially reached 200 followers. I guess the new look came just in time, huh? So that's quite exciting. Ooh, check out the blog pod for some new music, by the way! [Well not yet, because it wasn't working:P] Anyway, thanks to all of you readers and&amp;nbsp;commenter's&amp;nbsp;for... well, reading and commenting!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was responding to a comment a few minutes ago and was reminded of this song by Casting Crowns, If we are the Body. It's somewhere in the New Testament -- Ephesians? -- about how we're the body of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya see, this is why we need this spirit of unity. So that we &lt;i&gt;can &lt;/i&gt;be the body of Christ. Because how does it work if we have an arm but no legs or other arm or eyes or whatever else? To use the lyrics of an ancient High School Musical song, &lt;i&gt;We're all in this together. &lt;/i&gt;That movie actually has a lot to learn from. But that's for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's listen to the song. And then think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LI_idNv-H-k" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;But if we are the body, wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;y aren't His arms reaching?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why aren't His hands healing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why aren't His words teaching?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And if we are the body, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;hy aren't His feet going?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why is His love not showing them there is a way? ...there is a Way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jesus paid much too high a price f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;or us to pick and choose who should come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And we are the body of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;" But you know that He appeared so that He might take away our sins. And in Him is no sin. No-one who lives in him keeps on sinning." 1 John 3:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What's that mean? If we were were to love everyone... everyone were to see Jesus... and love in and live in Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God...dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No-one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and His love is made complete in us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I've been crucified by Christ and no longer live... but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body I live by faith in the son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-1056570608554153597?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/1056570608554153597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=1056570608554153597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1056570608554153597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1056570608554153597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-we-are-body.html' title='if we are the body'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LI_idNv-H-k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-2832094095412665141</id><published>2011-09-26T20:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:23:05.232+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>of me and of you</title><content type='html'>every moment of every day doesn't have to be spent&lt;br /&gt;as if we need to be contributing to society&lt;br /&gt;it's okay to spend some time just lying down&lt;br /&gt;my fingers typing these random words on the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to music&lt;br /&gt;where i don't know all the words&lt;br /&gt;but two,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that i'm alive and here&lt;br /&gt;it's okay if i mess up and say the wrong thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sentences people say to me&lt;br /&gt;well what they think doesn't mean all things&lt;br /&gt;you see people are just people&lt;br /&gt;there's no hierarchy.&lt;br /&gt;everyone makes mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;some of our limelights are just greater than others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we discover that true wisdom is in God&lt;br /&gt;He's the one who'll teach us how to love&lt;br /&gt;we could spend our whole lives&lt;br /&gt;fighting and pointing out our differences,&lt;br /&gt;our mistakes and making faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life was never said to be fair,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' death certainly wasn't because of fair&lt;br /&gt;but God is love&lt;br /&gt;and to live life of God&lt;br /&gt;is in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-2832094095412665141?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/2832094095412665141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=2832094095412665141&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2832094095412665141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2832094095412665141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/of-me-and-of-you.html' title='of me and of you'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-2540969694479868408</id><published>2011-09-26T17:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:59:18.552+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>love God, love people</title><content type='html'>When I set myself a goal, things that I didn't think I'd be able to do are suddenly possible. At the start of the year, I did the beep test for the first time. In case you have no idea, it's related to fitnessness and you have to run to this certain point and back, beating the beeping sound. The first time, I got 4.1. (They have these special level things.) The next time, my friend and I decided to go for 5.1. We got our goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last time, I made it my goal to reach 6.1. What happened? I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which caused me to ask this question; &lt;i&gt;What if I set a higher goal? What if I were to accomplish something big?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the quote, "If we did all the things we were capable of we would literally astound ourselves." It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These school holidays, I'm spending less and less time on the computer. [It's day one, but you know.] It's limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I decided today that we're going to write letters to our old friends instead of talking to them on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives don't have to revolve in the same old circles of eating food, going on Facebook and sleeping. I mean, by the level of the volume on our iPod's and the hours we spend in front of a computer screen... we're going to both blind and deaf by the time we're fifty! All of us, our whole generation -- and then how will anything ever be any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, the things that we have in common -- Facebook and earphones -- are the same things that take us away from really becoming united, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we turned these things into something good? Something that impacts the world in a good way? What if we set goals for ourselves where our hears are changed to be more like Jesus and our actions reflect how we love Him and that we're His?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to set a goal so high that you'll fail. Because if you're living for God, and if you're serving Him and loving like He loves... if we trust Him and hear His voice and follow Him... then nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be afraid to fail. Be afraid not to try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love God. Love people. That's what God said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-2540969694479868408?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/2540969694479868408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=2540969694479868408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2540969694479868408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2540969694479868408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-god-love-people.html' title='love God, love people'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-61868434676597420</id><published>2011-09-26T09:14:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:30:52.398+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>a piece of informativeness you may not have known</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJEHWKbE89Y/Tn-0bAIbiRI/AAAAAAAABAk/k6hULKlUSnM/s1600/frenchforthatfeeling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJEHWKbE89Y/Tn-0bAIbiRI/AAAAAAAABAk/k6hULKlUSnM/s320/frenchforthatfeeling.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all get that feeling, right? Having a conversation with someone who makes you feel stupid, or useless, or wrong or you just plain old had nothing to say -- and then five minutes later you're like, "&lt;i&gt;Oh&lt;/i&gt;! Why didn't I think of that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, there's a word for it.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;l'esprit de l'escalier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to take up a French vocabulary. Or people can just keep Pinteresting their own -- that works, too. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-61868434676597420?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/61868434676597420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=61868434676597420&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/61868434676597420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/61868434676597420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/piece-of-informativeness-you-may-not.html' title='a piece of informativeness you may not have known'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJEHWKbE89Y/Tn-0bAIbiRI/AAAAAAAABAk/k6hULKlUSnM/s72-c/frenchforthatfeeling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-2177271094136829848</id><published>2011-09-24T17:29:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:31:20.521+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='differences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refugees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocabulary'/><title type='text'>a world of difference over the ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s strange to think of how things are different across the ocean. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a map, you’ll see a bunch of squiggly lines and colour-coded blobs that signify the countries in which we live. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seeing pictures, you’ll find deserts. You’ll find war, you’ll find tall buildings and stone statues. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;People. You see black people, you see white people. People who are smiling and people who are crying. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Words. For some a normal vocabulary is to say how things are cool and awesome and amazing.&amp;nbsp; Other people, “Guilty,” or “Innocent” are words commonly heard and spoken. “Run for your life.” “I’m sorry. Nothing could be done.” “I regret it.” “I’m sorry.” “Forgive me.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you talk to a person, they know from a perspective you may not have seen. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things aren’t the same. Circumstances are different. Living where I live, forgetting to bring a lunchbox to school is a tragedy. Six hours without food? How will we survive? Cross to the other side of the world and you’ll see people the same age as me… walking thousands of times to drink dirty water and starving desperately, wondering if miracles are even real. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Boarding a boat, a last chance at freedom. Fleeing the place where you will face certain death. Arriving at the destination, only to find that you’re not allowed in. Because the country leader says they don’t want you. That this place isn’t where you belong. There is no-where else to go. If people were to speak out, things could change. This would change. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we spoke out, people would live in hope. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our prime minister speaks, it seems that’s the final verdict. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it’s not right, because that is how dreams die; no chance to lift up and fly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’re called to live a life of love. Just as Jesus did. Just as Jesus does. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Change. The world can’t keep spinning in these same circles. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear World, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’re people whom God created. He loves you and He loves me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We live in different places, we speak different languages and we think different. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But we’re called to love each other. I once heard someplace that love is the universal language. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Put everything else aside. Think of Jesus, God’s son. Remember that as He walked on this same ground as we stand today… that He didn’t keep people away. Some said, “Take those children away from him.” But Jesus looked at them and said, “Let the little children come to me.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Close your eyes. Picture yourself, fleeing from a war-ridden country. People who care nothing for your survival. Yes, I know, I barely understand. But I’m trying. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a boat. Desperately praying for a chance, an opportunity. Landing in a country – Australia. You don’t care where you are, long as you are safe. But the news comes. You’ve been found, and they’re sending you away. Because they don’t want you here. You can’t stay. “Go someplace, someplace different.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;They don’t care for your desperate plea, your dying family. It doesn’t matter – only that their own place remains the same. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It doesn’t have to be the same old, same old, forever and ever. We don’t have to be afraid and hide and just stand watching from the outside, our own places of security. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;God made this place. He gave us our hearts, and the desire for a spirit of unity. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So can’t we change things?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is God calling us? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;His people, His world? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To love one another? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To accept one another?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Kalinga, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Strength is for service, not status. Each one of us needs to look after the good of the people around us, asking ourselves, "How can I help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;That's exactly what Jesus did. He didn't make it easy for himself by avoiding people's troubles, but waded right in and helped out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;May our dependably steady and warmly personal God develop maturity in you so that you get along with each other as well as Jesus gets along with us all. Then we'll be a choir—not our voices only, but our very lives singing in harmony in a stunning anthem to the God and Father of our Master Jesus!”&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romans 15:2-6 [The Message]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-2177271094136829848?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/2177271094136829848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=2177271094136829848&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2177271094136829848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2177271094136829848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/world-of-difference-over-ocean.html' title='a world of difference over the ocean'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-2959315352389174658</id><published>2011-09-23T19:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:13:25.591+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter to God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>dear God,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocXQ4LXMGpg/TnxIaUzED7I/AAAAAAAAA_s/FKx-0GOI7X0/s1600/beautifullife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocXQ4LXMGpg/TnxIaUzED7I/AAAAAAAAA_s/FKx-0GOI7X0/s320/beautifullife.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;God chose us to live in His beautiful world. He blessed us with the opportunity to live today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Live a life of love, just as Christ did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i pray that i won't be afraid to listen to You.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;when You speak, i pray that i will hear and i will life a life of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"to live is Christ and to die is gain."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;either way, i am with You.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/-ayWa3yRpyQs/TnxKEK3KMsI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Df0b8PHdDjs/s1600/courage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ayWa3yRpyQs/TnxKEK3KMsI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Df0b8PHdDjs/s320/courage.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is impossible with us is possible with God. [Luke 18:27]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;"I can do anything through Christ who gives me strength."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever seen "A Cinderella Story"? It's one of my favourite movies. It also comes with a quote that goes like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And remembering the Do Hard Things quote,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXNqgGcCA-c/TnxLt90KjiI/AAAAAAAAA_0/iWIjFCR-cQQ/s1600/byfaith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXNqgGcCA-c/TnxLt90KjiI/AAAAAAAAA_0/iWIjFCR-cQQ/s320/byfaith.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;God is with you. As in, He knows who you are and He has a beautiful plan for your life. "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord. "Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/-uhc9rB6gNRw/TnxLurIF11I/AAAAAAAAA_4/BILr74HYmRQ/s1600/opportunities.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uhc9rB6gNRw/TnxLurIF11I/AAAAAAAAA_4/BILr74HYmRQ/s320/opportunities.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;"Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;dear God, i pray for the people in this world who don't know you. the people who want to know you but don't. i pray that You will glorify Yourself and they will see You. trust you, believe in You... love You.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i pray that everyone will learn how to love You and love like You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-2959315352389174658?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/2959315352389174658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=2959315352389174658&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2959315352389174658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2959315352389174658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-god.html' title='dear God,'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocXQ4LXMGpg/TnxIaUzED7I/AAAAAAAAA_s/FKx-0GOI7X0/s72-c/beautifullife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-649548967550863561</id><published>2011-09-21T21:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:42:50.635+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>more like Jesus</title><content type='html'>In SOSE (or history, as I discovered a couple of weeks ago that it's insanely fun to call it that) we watched a movie called &lt;i&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Pianist.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's about the Holocaust in the view of this famous piano player. Let me tell you, I don't know what it would have been like to be alive during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these Jews had literally nothing. And then this kid was selling lollies for twenty of whatever the currency was called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happens when you have nothing?" asks my teacher. &lt;i&gt;You share everything&lt;/i&gt;. An instant response from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The believers in the New Testament got together, lived together -- and put all their possessions together. There was no, "This is mine, that's yours -- hey, those are &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;cookies. Those strawberries are yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that, if we think like this -- if we give everything of ours to God... giving to others won't seem so hard. Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you copy people? As in, to annoy them so they talk and then you talk, and then they try and trick you and say, "I'm stupid," and then you just raise your eyebrows? Well, my little sister was copying me before. And I totally forgot. I turn around and I'm like, "Wow, you're still there. You're copying me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all look up to people, right? We admire them, respect them, are inspired by them. I remember year five me who loved Hannah Montana. Me and my best friend were the ultimate Miley fans. When she painted her nails black, &lt;i&gt;bam&lt;/i&gt;, we had black nail polish. Remember that peace-sign phase Miley went through? Oh, there we were. Every.Single. Photo. "PEACE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have to watch what we do, what we say. Are your words going to encourage someone or discourage them? Don't freak out if you mess up. Jesus died so that we wouldn't have to -- ask Him to forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that we'll be able to live by trusting Him. And before you do something, just think for a moment. &lt;i&gt;Is this going to make me more like Jesus? &lt;/i&gt;Allow God to glorify Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's live, let's love... Let God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fK8YM7i9Rhg/TnnNqO6YJKI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ywYFja4b49s/s1600/ichoosejoy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fK8YM7i9Rhg/TnnNqO6YJKI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ywYFja4b49s/s320/ichoosejoy.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-649548967550863561?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/649548967550863561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=649548967550863561&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/649548967550863561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/649548967550863561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-like-jesus.html' title='more like Jesus'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fK8YM7i9Rhg/TnnNqO6YJKI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ywYFja4b49s/s72-c/ichoosejoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4631074531251187838</id><published>2011-09-21T08:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T08:25:59.742+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>that's our mission</title><content type='html'>And He died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for Him who died for them and was raised again. -- 2 Corinthians 5:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I live under the impression that this is my life, I do the homework and I get to basically control what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, Jesus died and because He lives in me... &lt;b&gt;I need to be living not for me but for God&lt;/b&gt;. You know what I think? It's so hard for us to comprehend this that we ignore it, move on. We pray to God, we ask for help, we want to trust Him -- but really, at least for me -- I don't get what living for God really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;If you've gotten anything at all out of following Christ, if his love has made any difference in your life, if being in a community of the Spirit means anything to you, if you have a heart, if you care— then do me a favor: Agree with each other, love each other, be deep-spirited friends. Don't push your way to the front; don't sweet-talk your way to the top. Put yourself aside, and help others get ahead. Don't be obsessed with getting your own advantage. Forget yourselves long enough to lend a helping hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget everytime, and this verse reminded me: It's not about me! It's not about me. LOVE people! Care about them! Instead of wondering if this is going to make me look stupid... act in love. That's what Jesus did. The fact that people hated Him had absolutely no affect on God's plan, did it? &amp;nbsp;If we obey our Daddy, His plan for our lives will be completed. Oh, we could decide that what the world thinks of us is way more important. But can I just say this one thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you die, when I die -- what the world thinks of us is not going to matter. Not one little bit. It's about &lt;b&gt;what&amp;nbsp;God thinks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, if [Emily] is in Christ, she is a new creation. The old has gone, the new has come!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a follower of Jesus. It's not about telling people they're wrong or making mistakes. I mean,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;we &lt;/i&gt;make mistakes! We're not perfect. No duh.&lt;br /&gt;It's about loving them like Jesus did. Love changes lives. Why do you think we're here today? We're here to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our mission. Our God-appointed mission. To love. To love like Jesus loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-4631074531251187838?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4631074531251187838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4631074531251187838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4631074531251187838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4631074531251187838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/thats-our-mission.html' title='that&apos;s our mission'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4298555400387016342</id><published>2011-09-20T19:56:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:26:40.089+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='united'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zach hunter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankyou  water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slave trade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do Hard Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='together'/><title type='text'>things change, tv changes</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like there's something beyond going to school and forgetting to complete homework and eating chocolate and making your bed and painting your nails? Yes, there were way too many 'and's' in that sentence. That's really not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been reading Do Hard Things by Alex and Brett Harris -- in fact, I just placed my order for their new book, Start Now. I read about &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ZachHunterOfficial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Zach Hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who learned that there are actually still slaves in this world &lt;i&gt;today &lt;/i&gt;-- and he knew that God was calling him to do something and he had to obey. Here he is today... inspired by William Wilberforce, who, after watching Amazing Grace last year, I admire a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine having a cause to live for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A group of Australian's aged 18-22 came up with the idea of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thankyouwater.org/"&gt;Thankyou Water&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; We all buy bottled water, right? I do, anyway. But the thing is, we're supporting all these big companies that really don't need the money -- in fact, it's a 600 million dollar industry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;The purchase of one bottle of&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Thankyou Water&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;enough to provide clean drinking water to one person for at least one month in the developing world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mVPWK-8L2TU/Tnhf-zssjjI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ZDwQ7QOroKk/s1600/5208_136126524856_86653609856_2207882_2284732_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mVPWK-8L2TU/Tnhf-zssjjI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ZDwQ7QOroKk/s320/5208_136126524856_86653609856_2207882_2284732_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"He is no fool who gives up what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." Jim Elliot&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;With all this going for us, my dear, dear friends, stand your ground. And don't hold back. Throw yourselves into the work of the Master, confident that nothing you do for him is a waste of time or effort. -- 1 Corinthians 15:58 [The Message]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we all reunited? What if we all joined together... with a cause to glorify God? Our classes, our schools... our communities? Our countries, our nation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we can't just sit here and wait for someone else to hear that the world needs saving. Now's the day, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen.&lt;br /&gt;Pray.&lt;br /&gt;Obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rhymes. I guess it's a God-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't know but i got this feeling,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;that today's gonna be my turning point.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;you just gotta look closer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;instead of searching so hard. -- &lt;/i&gt;FM&amp;nbsp;Static, Dear God&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-4298555400387016342?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4298555400387016342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4298555400387016342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4298555400387016342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4298555400387016342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-change-tv-changes.html' title='things change, tv changes'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mVPWK-8L2TU/Tnhf-zssjjI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ZDwQ7QOroKk/s72-c/5208_136126524856_86653609856_2207882_2284732_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-7656499810798401642</id><published>2011-09-19T08:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T08:06:49.358+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson in life: verse'/><title type='text'>the list</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about this verse. How I wish that it came with a list... but God's creation IS our list, isn't it? Look around. See what God made. That's lovely and pure and admirable and praiseworthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-7656499810798401642?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/7656499810798401642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=7656499810798401642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7656499810798401642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7656499810798401642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/list.html' title='the list'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-5760960267756509005</id><published>2011-09-17T17:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T17:05:31.047+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my heart speaks lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>today i flew a kite</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When we were Little&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living how we live, we miss the simple pleasure's of flying kites and playing hopscotch. spying rainbows after the rain, smiling really big in photos because you didn't see your mum take the picture. skipping everywhere you go, putting your hand up to answer a question even though you don't know the answer. jumping on the trampoline, reading God's words of love in the Bible like it's the first time. not wondering if everyone is watching, doing the same things as your best friend. living life's little adventure's day after day... tomorrow seeming as if a year away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9rxFNwdWTM/TnRF60-pt_I/AAAAAAAAA_A/x8i5A5wIqYo/s1600/byfaith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9rxFNwdWTM/TnRF60-pt_I/AAAAAAAAA_A/x8i5A5wIqYo/s320/byfaith.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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-5760960267756509005?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/5760960267756509005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=5760960267756509005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5760960267756509005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5760960267756509005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-i-flew-kite.html' title='today i flew a kite'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D9rxFNwdWTM/TnRF60-pt_I/AAAAAAAAA_A/x8i5A5wIqYo/s72-c/byfaith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-8929491433919009975</id><published>2011-09-16T21:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:51:10.534+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>hope is coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GFEH867srE/TnM19K4_h-I/AAAAAAAAA-w/NZk-6m9ZM0k/s1600/madeforanotherworld.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GFEH867srE/TnM19K4_h-I/AAAAAAAAA-w/NZk-6m9ZM0k/s320/madeforanotherworld.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we weren't made for this place. God didn't create you and me to live out a life on earth and then disappear. here we are -- to learn to love. i once&lt;a href="http://vividry-melody.blogspot.com/2011/08/only-end-of-overture.html"&gt; read a post&lt;/a&gt; by Melody over at Vividry. and i once heard a song by Brooke Fraser, based on the quote above by CS Lewis -- called CS Lewis Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="267" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PoA64YFoA1s" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those times when you wonder what life's really about, when you look around you and wonder what's supposed to be happening, if there's a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;there is. &lt;/b&gt;in those moments, i know one thing if nothing else. God is real, and He's the reason i'm here. we're living on this earth, yes -- but not forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we are not long here&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;our time is but a breath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so we better breathe it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i, i was made to live&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i was made to love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i was made to know You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope is coming for me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope is coming for me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope is coming for me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope... is coming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear God&lt;br /&gt;i don't always have the words. like right now.&lt;br /&gt;but i pray that You will make my heart like Yours.&lt;br /&gt;that my dreams will be of Yours.&lt;br /&gt;that i will love like You love.&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-8929491433919009975?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/8929491433919009975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=8929491433919009975&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8929491433919009975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8929491433919009975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/hope-is-coming.html' title='hope is coming'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GFEH867srE/TnM19K4_h-I/AAAAAAAAA-w/NZk-6m9ZM0k/s72-c/madeforanotherworld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-8373122075155378202</id><published>2011-09-16T16:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:51:35.593+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>live my life</title><content type='html'>You know, I read this verse in Acts just before. It said how Paul and his mate Silas were put in prison, and it was midnight -- and there they were, praying and singing to God. My first thought? "Ha. That must've looked kind of funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I am? I mean, really. These guys &lt;b&gt;lived their lives for God. &lt;/b&gt;I say that's what I'm trying to do. But come on -- how much am I really trying here? Oh, I can just see me in detention, praying out loud to God and singing &lt;i&gt;hymns&lt;/i&gt;. That's so me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad as it is, I still care what people think of me. I'm not going the whole way with God -- oh, I want to. There's no point in life, if you ask me, if you're not living for God. Galations 2:20 -- I used to have the whole thing memorized so much that it would constantly run through my mind. It returned last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been crucified by Christ and no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body I live by faith in the son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a follow of Christ. I no longer live -- Jesus is living in me. The life I'm living in the body, I live by &lt;b&gt;faith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;in Jesus... who loves me and gave up His life for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give up my life for Jesus. To give up my life means...that what people think of me won't make a difference. That just because something seems hard I won't give up -- because I can do anything through Christ who gives me strength. That I'll say hi to the person who nobody gets and that I won't just shrug when someone asks me why I think something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my plans for my life aren't what God has for me. That I have to Let Go; Let God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-8373122075155378202?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/8373122075155378202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=8373122075155378202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8373122075155378202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8373122075155378202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-know-i-read-this-verse-in-acts-just.html' title='live my life'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-7041092321559443788</id><published>2011-09-16T08:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T08:34:35.875+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nick j'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>the opportunity to live today</title><content type='html'>I'm reading Acts right now. I was thinking about Paul and him travelling and just literally living his life &lt;i&gt;for God&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;-- when I logged onto Blogger and read &lt;a href="http://bloominginchrist.blogspot.com/2011/09/settling-for-less-made-for-more.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; by Chloe at Blooming in Christ. Read it read it read it -- that's all I got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news? Well, today is the sixteenth of the ninth twenty eleven -- and that means it's...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;Birthday! &lt;/span&gt;Well, in Australia, anyway. Happy birthday, Nick J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah Briann introduced me to a totally awesome music site called&lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/"&gt; Pandora&lt;/a&gt; -- you give the name of a band/singer you like, and they play that music, along with "related" titles. Like if you wrote Casting Crowns, you'd also get Chris Tomlin, Brandon Heath, Mark Schultz, maybe Fransesca Battistelli... that's how it works. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday... I'm sorry. But it's true -- it's Friday. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's "words" are this:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt; Don't condemn,&lt;/span&gt; and you won't be condemned.&lt;br /&gt;What exactly does it mean to "condemn"? Well, that was my question. And right at this moment (this very moment in time) I found this passage in the Bible. The one where the people wanted to stone that lady who'd committed&amp;nbsp;adultery. John 8:7-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"If any of on you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her."&lt;br /&gt;..."Woman, where are they? Has no-one condemned you?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"No one, sir," she said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"Then neither do I condemn you," Jesus declared. "Go now and leave your life of sin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;[condemn] 1.to&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;express&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;unfavorable&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;adverse&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;judgment&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;on;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;indicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;disapproval&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;of;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static;"&gt;censure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Love people. That's why we're here. When they say something that hurts us, forgive them. Don't hold it against them for the rest of the day, month, year, &lt;i&gt;life&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Pray for them. Pray for eachother, pray that God will Glorify Himself through us. Don't sweat the small stuff -- Let Go, Let God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearly Summer over here, and I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajnOAvJDBz8/TnJ9V_79MfI/AAAAAAAAA-s/_GDWeB3J5so/s1600/blueskies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajnOAvJDBz8/TnJ9V_79MfI/AAAAAAAAA-s/_GDWeB3J5so/s320/blueskies.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/5877393885154229894-7041092321559443788?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/7041092321559443788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=7041092321559443788&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7041092321559443788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7041092321559443788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/opportunity-to-live-today.html' title='the opportunity to live today'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ajnOAvJDBz8/TnJ9V_79MfI/AAAAAAAAA-s/_GDWeB3J5so/s72-c/blueskies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-3148322258266897707</id><published>2011-09-14T20:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:15:31.365+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Award'/><title type='text'>one lovely blog</title><content type='html'>So I've been awarded by Tessa at &lt;a href="http://christiswrite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christ is Write&lt;/a&gt;, which is pretty cool because it's been such a long time since I've been awarded/tagged. And I do like the occasional tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off -- seven random things. It orignally was "about me" but looking back... I pretty much wrote random stuff. So oh well. Things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] After reading that Ireland book by Melody Carlson I developed a new fascination for Ireland... and so I went to the library and got some big books about the place. I felt quite scholarly borrowing them. Like, hey, this is me, reading &lt;i&gt;non-fiction&lt;/i&gt;. I've never been much of a non-fiction reader. Thankfully, these book are more like travel stories. Not that I've exactly read much of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIiB95R_ovQ/TnB52uDuuRI/AAAAAAAAA-k/vwCqrF7IxTE/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIiB95R_ovQ/TnB52uDuuRI/AAAAAAAAA-k/vwCqrF7IxTE/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="212" /&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: left;"&gt;[2] My nails are purple and blue right now. That is, because of nail-polish -- not because they were jammed in a door or something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;[3] I happen to think The Call by Regina Spektor is pretty sweet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;[4] I often read a blog post that I really love, that teaches me something important -- but I don't know what to comment. I think that's when the Facebook 'Like' button comes in handy. Just in case you were wondering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;[5] Perhaps someday soon I'll do the Random iPod Tag because it's been a long time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;[6] I have a pet rock. My whole class got them last year. Pretty cool. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;[7] It's Spring, and that means... it's nearly Summer!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, now to tag some people. I tag... [not that I'm altering the rules or anything...]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anna --&lt;a href="http://sistersnthesavior.blogspot.com/"&gt; Sisters in The Saviour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Melody -- &lt;a href="http://vividry-melody.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vividry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Chloe -- &lt;a href="http://bloominginchrist.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blooming in Christ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh. Here's the award -- I almost forgot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dS4l4tmyh48/TnB-EaEjfDI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ea818IlckS0/s1600/award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dS4l4tmyh48/TnB-EaEjfDI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ea818IlckS0/s1600/award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Check out this quote, by William Pitt -- a friend of William Wilberforce.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"We're too young to know that certain things are impossible... so we will do them anyway."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-3148322258266897707?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/3148322258266897707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=3148322258266897707&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3148322258266897707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/3148322258266897707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-lovely-blog.html' title='one lovely blog'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIiB95R_ovQ/TnB52uDuuRI/AAAAAAAAA-k/vwCqrF7IxTE/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-2342554014676986680</id><published>2011-09-14T08:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T08:32:42.376+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>where you are</title><content type='html'>In response to my earlier question, &lt;i&gt;Where did our unity go? &lt;/i&gt;Here's some of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;it begins where you are. your class, your family, your church, your supermarket. the words you speak, the actions you take, the respect and the honesty you use. the truth of your love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people." Galations 6:20a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-2342554014676986680?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/2342554014676986680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=2342554014676986680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2342554014676986680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/2342554014676986680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-you-are.html' title='where you are'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6379413992242404012</id><published>2011-09-13T08:36:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T16:18:44.542+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><title type='text'>what happened?</title><content type='html'>Back in Acts, the Believers were in it together. "One in heart and mind." (Acts 4:32) I don't think we can say that for us today, can we? We allow those&amp;nbsp;minuscule&amp;nbsp;differences to separate us. What happened to that spirit of unity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover...how can we get it back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-6379413992242404012?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/6379413992242404012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=6379413992242404012&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6379413992242404012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6379413992242404012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-happened.html' title='what happened?'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-1958593694561362748</id><published>2011-09-13T08:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T08:13:26.538+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>up to me, up to you</title><content type='html'>maybe it's up to me to love people so that they'll know that Jesus loves them.&lt;br /&gt;they'll remember how people loved them, judgements are only wanted to be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;if tough times on earth and being able to bless others through You while I'm living&lt;br /&gt;means that I'm rewarded in Heaven...&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing, God.&lt;br /&gt;i live this life not for me, but for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read what I think was a really cool post. Check it out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brooklynrichards.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-am-i-doing-wrong.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMZnstmHjVM/Tm6Avwu-mRI/AAAAAAAAA-g/tt0OCYz9CEg/s1600/ibelieveinChrist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMZnstmHjVM/Tm6Avwu-mRI/AAAAAAAAA-g/tt0OCYz9CEg/s320/ibelieveinChrist.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will seek me and find me when you seek me with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;all your heart&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;How about some God Time? Even if you've got only five minutes -- that's a long time. Hold your Bible. Read something. And then sit in God's presence. Don't tell Him to hurry up or you're leaving. Just listen. Seek Him with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and remember that list? Well, today I'm up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lend&lt;/span&gt; without expecting anything back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-1958593694561362748?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/1958593694561362748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=1958593694561362748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1958593694561362748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1958593694561362748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/up-to-me-up-to-you.html' title='up to me, up to you'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMZnstmHjVM/Tm6Avwu-mRI/AAAAAAAAA-g/tt0OCYz9CEg/s72-c/ibelieveinChrist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-5488793695033076206</id><published>2011-09-10T19:16:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T19:59:49.782+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>book review: notes from a spinning plantet ,ireland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3LLojhRD50/Tmsqrr1gAqI/AAAAAAAAA-c/j6bY0JmjJgs/s1600/ireland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3LLojhRD50/Tmsqrr1gAqI/AAAAAAAAA-c/j6bY0JmjJgs/s320/ireland.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Sid invites Maddie to tag along while she's off in Ireland on assignment, along with Ryan -- the cute guy about the same age as nine-teen year old Maddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While riding a plane for the first time kinda freaks her out, Maddie discovers Ireland to be a beautiful place -- with some old, tired mysteries inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the, "Wow. What a great book. It was so real." An authentically good book. As in, I finished the book wishing I could visit Ireland. The characters were fun, realistic and the plot was interesting and new. Being judgemental was one of the issues focused on, in an "Oh I can totally get that" kind of way. You'll find yourself agreeing and disagreeing, and generally just wanting to be in on the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely&amp;nbsp;recommend&amp;nbsp;this book. And the best news? You can find it insanely cheap -- I mean, $5.00. For a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO ready to buy book number two in the series and join Maddie and everyone in&amp;nbsp;Papua&amp;nbsp;New Guinea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-5488793695033076206?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/5488793695033076206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=5488793695033076206&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5488793695033076206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/5488793695033076206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/book-review-notes-from-spinning-plantet.html' title='book review: notes from a spinning plantet ,ireland'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v3LLojhRD50/Tmsqrr1gAqI/AAAAAAAAA-c/j6bY0JmjJgs/s72-c/ireland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4434278927348716374</id><published>2011-09-10T14:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T14:47:06.421+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>being known.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjuSX6mZM3Q/Tmrrj36U5tI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/SYAMSk5qw34/s1600/anonymous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjuSX6mZM3Q/Tmrrj36U5tI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/SYAMSk5qw34/s320/anonymous.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Know what? I don't think life is about being known.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's about Jesus being known.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-4434278927348716374?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4434278927348716374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4434278927348716374&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4434278927348716374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4434278927348716374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/being-known.html' title='being known.'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjuSX6mZM3Q/Tmrrj36U5tI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/SYAMSk5qw34/s72-c/anonymous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-8238904784449726946</id><published>2011-09-09T08:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T08:58:10.938+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>Glorify Yourself, God</title><content type='html'>Hey! I'm so tired! We've done two shows in our school production -- which I have failed to tell you about, oops! -- and two more to go. Want to hear something insanely cool? I know God is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I prepare to go on the stage, I remember these words: Glorify Yourself, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about me. This -- life -- is about God being glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can't live by fear and by faith at the same time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living by faith. I'd like to share this quote with all of you, too, that I also read in the Do Hard Things book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If we take a step despite feeling uncomfortable, afraid or inadequate, our comfort zones expand. We grow in strength and skill. What we consider normal for us changes, sometimes radically.&lt;/blockquote&gt;You know what? When we die, we're not going to care about that awkward moment when we said the wrong thing or wore the wrong top, sung the wrong note or &amp;nbsp;totally stuffed up the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter. Let's allow God to glorify Himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-8238904784449726946?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/8238904784449726946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=8238904784449726946&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8238904784449726946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/8238904784449726946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/glorify-yourself-god.html' title='Glorify Yourself, God'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6868734088620534706</id><published>2011-09-05T17:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T17:42:54.832+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>let's not fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;When Jesus' followers saw what was going to happen, they said, "Lord, should we strike with our swords?" And one of them struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his right ear.But Jesus answered, "No more of this!" And he touched the mans's ear and healed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Jesus knew what was happening. And when his disciples figured it out, they were like, "Oh -- Jesus, should we be fighting? Like, defending you?" So one of them cuts the priest guy's ear off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesus is like, "Hey, come on you guys -- let's not fight." We know Jesus is perfect. I guess it kind of makes sense that he doesn't want to retaliate, even now. But you know what I found amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He healed him. Not only did Jesus not laugh and say, "Serves you right for wanting to kill me!" but he reached out and &lt;i&gt;put the guy's ear back in it's place. &lt;/i&gt;Jesus had no anger, no regret. He was full of &lt;b&gt;mercy&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, let's imagine it's ourselves in Jesus' spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these people come up to me, armed with smirks and knowing glances at eachother as they make their way over. They're about to throw all sorts of insults at me, all with the hope of making me feel worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Dove," one of them starts, looking over at my friends and then landing back on me.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi."&lt;br /&gt;And then -- once my friends figure out why these guys are here -- one of them, Tori, steps forward and yanks this chicks scarf right off from around her neck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;But I shake my head and say,"Come on, you guys. Let's just stop." And then I take the scarf from Tori, smile my thanks to her and put it back around the owners neck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Life isn't fair. We know that. But just because we're being treated unfairly, doesn't exactly give us the right to respond in any way but love. I mean, if anyone had the right, it was Jesus. But, uh, how did he respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sometime this week, when you're in a position where the social "norm" is to react in a certain way that isn't love -- try Jesus' way. respond in love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-6868734088620534706?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/6868734088620534706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=6868734088620534706&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6868734088620534706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/6868734088620534706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/lets-not-fight.html' title='let&apos;s not fight'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-1523336998020880072</id><published>2011-09-01T18:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T18:28:14.875+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>every chance in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;love &lt;/b&gt;your enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;do good&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to those who hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;bless&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;those who curse you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;pray&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;for those who mistreat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;lend&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;without accepting anything back.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;be merciful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;just like Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;don't judge&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and you won't be judged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;don't condemn&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and you won't be condemned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;forgive&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and you'll be forgiven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;give&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and it will be given to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be just like Jesus. It's not as easy as it sounds, huh? Oh, it might be simple -- love. But that's not easy for us humans. Wouldn't it be awesome if I could just be and do all of those things, those characteristics of Jesus? To love and bless and pray and be merciful and not judgemental and to be forgiving and generous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Jesus was blunt: "No chance at all if you think you can pull it off by yourself. Every chance in the world if you let God do it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love The Message version of the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it on my own. Pfft, do I think I can do this myself? Well, I can't. And what's it say? &lt;i&gt;Every chance in the world if you let God do it. &lt;/i&gt;I seriously do love that. Every chance in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day, I'm going to take one off the list and kind of try and focus on it. It's not easy. Alone, it's impossible. But with God? Anything is possible. Everything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can do anything through Christ who gives me strength." Philippians 4:13&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-1523336998020880072?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/1523336998020880072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=1523336998020880072&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1523336998020880072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/1523336998020880072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/09/every-chance-in-world.html' title='every chance in the world'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-7437000533989942132</id><published>2011-08-31T20:39:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:41:07.602+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crowd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>me and Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We went away last weekend for mum's birthday, and had quite a nice time. And mum quite graciously shared her camera around, so I took a couple of photos while we went for a walk.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5BSq8IcUrlk/Tl32kLnIpuI/AAAAAAAAA-E/vFHgmqCmAn8/s1600/mums+40th+weekend+270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5BSq8IcUrlk/Tl32kLnIpuI/AAAAAAAAA-E/vFHgmqCmAn8/s320/mums+40th+weekend+270.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pretty blue flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-1KGrS5iu8/Tl321p8T-9I/AAAAAAAAA-I/sC1ioaVLWDc/s1600/mums+40th+weekend+272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-1KGrS5iu8/Tl321p8T-9I/AAAAAAAAA-I/sC1ioaVLWDc/s320/mums+40th+weekend+272.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even Autumn, but I found a pile of crunchy leaves. Hey, guess what: It's the last day of Winter. Officially Spring tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7I0UPNVkRo/Tl33IgagSuI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3cuFdOmRq3g/s1600/mums+40th+weekend+281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7I0UPNVkRo/Tl33IgagSuI/AAAAAAAAA-M/3cuFdOmRq3g/s320/mums+40th+weekend+281.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have always wanted a photo in a field of wheat. And I think this fence is a new necessity in the photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aH7W18-LCKE/Tl33ZwiozJI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/AIRgK4F5-Fw/s1600/mums+40th+weekend+283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aH7W18-LCKE/Tl33ZwiozJI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/AIRgK4F5-Fw/s320/mums+40th+weekend+283.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The wheat and the fence... with the ocean view in the background because it's beautiful.&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/-rUz-1J2gjpQ/Tl33wHQ7ZwI/AAAAAAAAA-U/URrTBQVrLFc/s1600/mums+40th+weekend+334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUz-1J2gjpQ/Tl33wHQ7ZwI/AAAAAAAAA-U/URrTBQVrLFc/s320/mums+40th+weekend+334.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here's the stairs. A year ago I would've huffed and puffed my way up. I suppose I'm fitter, which is always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this verse I read this morning, from Luke 4: 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But he [Jesus] went right through the crowd and went on his way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought, "Oh, wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I [Emily] followed Jesus right through the crowd and we went on our way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it should be, isn't it? Me and Jesus. Remember that song by StellarKart? &lt;i&gt;I got me and Jesus...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-7437000533989942132?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/7437000533989942132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=7437000533989942132&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7437000533989942132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/7437000533989942132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/08/me-and-jesus.html' title='me and Jesus'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5BSq8IcUrlk/Tl32kLnIpuI/AAAAAAAAA-E/vFHgmqCmAn8/s72-c/mums+40th+weekend+270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-4813138964987156152</id><published>2011-08-30T16:17:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:23:26.105+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>our dream... God's dream</title><content type='html'>So, our class has this substitute teacher. Now you see, our class isn't exactly what you'd call well behaved. We're a nice bunch. We're just, as one of teachers likes to say, "Shocking at listening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here we have this teacher. As it turns out, she sings opera. My friends and I asked her if she could sing for all of us-- we're actually an insanely musical class, which is pretty cool. But the class wasn't exactly on its best behaviour at that moment. We compromised -- she'd perform for us after class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are, and she starts singing some Spanish song or something. It was amazing. As in, &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt;. It's not as if I spend all my time listening to opera -- but believe me. She's good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then she starts talking about how she always wanted to be a famous singer, in Austria, performing and everything. But then she became a teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why?" I couldn't help but ask that. I mean, why would you give up the future you're dreaming of... the future you know that you can have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her answer went something like this;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because I felt like God was calling me to. It's not all about me; I didn't want my life to be me, me, me. I wanted to help other people. With teaching, I can help you guys when you're going through all this stuff. I know its hard."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it stuck me. She was being authentic. She gave up her dream of being a famous opera singer on the stages of Austria for kids like me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I willing to give up what I want for what God wants?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lady -- she's young, beautiful and loves God -- she actually cares about people more than herself. She put aside her dream to follow God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, as she said -- "Maybe God still does plan for me to sing in Austria."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you know what? &lt;b&gt;God's plan for me and for you is so insanely better than anything we've ever thought. We just need to trust him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let God; Let God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNqFK0dZdUE/Tlx_9muyBFI/AAAAAAAAA98/R1-ANYFfA-U/s1600/letgoletGod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNqFK0dZdUE/Tlx_9muyBFI/AAAAAAAAA98/R1-ANYFfA-U/s400/letgoletGod.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people. -- Galations 6:10a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5877393885154229894-4813138964987156152?l=girlz4godrok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/feeds/4813138964987156152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5877393885154229894&amp;postID=4813138964987156152&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4813138964987156152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5877393885154229894/posts/default/4813138964987156152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlz4godrok.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-dream-gods-dream.html' title='our dream... God&apos;s dream'/><author><name>Emii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02042164350910286833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx-kQJ7V-1A/Twds1chPRgI/AAAAAAAABIM/IYj_lV_WJZA/s220/peacelovesmile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNqFK0dZdUE/Tlx_9muyBFI/AAAAAAAAA98/R1-ANYFfA-U/s72-c/letgoletGod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877393885154229894.post-6107445950387672378</id><published>2011-08-27T10:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T10:29:36.279+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson in Life'/><title type='text'>feels like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jG_rNSBV-2Y/Tlg4AMiuFrI/AAAAAAAAA94/eJexFNZ46uY/s1600/feelslikesummer2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jG_rNSBV-2Y/Tlg4AMiuFrI/AAAAAAAAA94/eJexFNZ46uY/s400/feelslikesummer2.jpg" width="400" /&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;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul and with all your mind...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love your neighbour as you love yourself. -- Matthew 23:37-38&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;gotta love: W&lt;/span&gt;aking up in the middle of the night to find you haven't turned off the radio and a good song is playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;i'm learning:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bar chords. I still love my capo, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;i'm reading:&lt;/span&gt; That's a good question. I'm up to Mark in the Bible, but I think I need a new book. Ooh, speaking of new books -- Robin Jones Gunn has just released a couple that I'm pretty excited to read, including "Departure's" and "Love Finds You at Sunset Beach."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time I painted my nails. Au reviour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='
