<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199</id><updated>2011-12-17T18:27:29.503-08:00</updated><category term='women'/><category term='truth'/><category term='just for fun'/><category term='authority'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='God'/><category term='mercy'/><category term='entertainment'/><category term='lists'/><category term='struggles'/><category term='river rocks'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='photos'/><category term='love'/><category term='blog'/><category term='suffering'/><category term='leadership'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Tumbling Up</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-5020206461728734075</id><published>2010-08-12T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T08:55:19.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river rocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>River Rocks Series: Five Smooth Stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And David strapped his sword over his armor. And he tried in vain to go, for he had not tested them. Then David said to Saul, "I cannot go with these, for I have not tested them." So David put them off. &lt;br /&gt;Then he took his staff in his hand and &lt;strong&gt;chose five smooth stones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;from the brook&lt;/strong&gt; and put them in his shepherd's pouch. His sling was in his hand, and he approached the Philistine. &lt;br /&gt;And the Philistine moved forward and came near to David, with his shield-bearer in front of him. &lt;br /&gt;And when the Philistine looked and saw David, he disdained him, for he was but a youth, ruddy and handsome in appearance. &lt;br /&gt;And the Philistine said to David, "Am I a dog, that you come to me with sticks?" And the Philistine cursed David by his gods. &lt;br /&gt;the Philistine said to David, "Come to me, and I will give your flesh to the birds of the air and to the beasts of the field." &lt;br /&gt;Then David said to the Philistine, "You come to me with a sword and with a spear and with a javelin, but I come to you in the name of the LORD of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. &lt;br /&gt;This day the LORD will deliver you into my hand, and I will strike you down and cut off your head. And I will give the dead bodies of the host of the Philistines this day to the birds of the air and to the wild beasts of the earth, that all the earth may know that there is a God in Israel, &lt;br /&gt;and that all this assembly may know that the LORD saves not with sword and spear. For the battle is the LORD's, and he will give you into our hand." &lt;br /&gt;When the Philistine arose and came and drew near to meet David, David ran quickly toward the battle line to meet the Philistine. &lt;br /&gt;And David put his hand in his bag and took out a stone and slung it and struck the Philistine on his forehead. The stone sank into his forehead, and he fell on his face to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;So David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and with a stone, and struck the Philistine and killed him. There was no sword in the hand of David."&lt;br /&gt;~1 Samuel 17:39-50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage was where my study of river rocks and suffering began. It is a familiar story: David and Goliath, the shepherd boy versus the giant. I had read it many times before but this time the wording in verse 40 caught my attention. David had &lt;em&gt;chosen&lt;/em&gt; these rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webster's Dictionary defines the verb, to choose, as: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;To pick out; to select; to take by way of preference from two or more things offered; to make choice of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was not picking up rocks at random. These would be his only weapons and, since David was a master with his sling, he knew exactly what he was looking for and what would work best. He was carefully choosing the weight, size, shape, and possibly smoothness, of these stones. David was looking for river rocks that had been perfectly prepared for this mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a process that these "smooth stones" had to go through to become perfectly prepared. A rock is made smooth by tumbling, and I will go more into that process in my future posts. Who knows how long these rocks had been tumbling about in that brook becoming exactly what David needed for that exact time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many lessons in suffering and seeing our circumstances from God's perspective that we can learn from these five smooth stones, the process of tumbling, and David's own life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-5020206461728734075?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/5020206461728734075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/08/river-rocks-series-five-smooth-stones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/5020206461728734075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/5020206461728734075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/08/river-rocks-series-five-smooth-stones.html' title='River Rocks Series: Five Smooth Stones'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-192513678281407681</id><published>2010-08-12T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T08:32:18.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried; &lt;br /&gt;Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied. &lt;br /&gt;I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . . &lt;br /&gt;And the Master so gently said, "Wait." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply. &lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!&lt;br /&gt;Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?&lt;br /&gt;By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My future and all to which I relate &lt;br /&gt;Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait? &lt;br /&gt;I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign, &lt;br /&gt;Or even a 'no' to which I can resign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe, &lt;br /&gt;We need but to ask, and we shall receive. &lt;br /&gt;And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry:&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary of asking! I need a reply." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate, &lt;br /&gt;As my Master replied again, "Wait." &lt;br /&gt;So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut, &lt;br /&gt;And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . . &lt;br /&gt;and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign. &lt;br /&gt;I could shake the heavens and darken the sun. &lt;br /&gt;I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could give all you seek and pleased you would be. &lt;br /&gt;You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me. &lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint. &lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the joy of resting in Me&lt;br /&gt;When darkness and silence are all you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd never experience the fullness of love&lt;br /&gt;When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.&lt;br /&gt;You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,&lt;br /&gt;But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The glow of my comfort late into the night,&lt;br /&gt;The faith that I give when you walk without sight.&lt;br /&gt;The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask&lt;br /&gt;From an infinite God who makes what you have last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,&lt;br /&gt;What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,&lt;br /&gt;But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see&lt;br /&gt;That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.&lt;br /&gt;And though oft My answers seem terribly late,&lt;br /&gt;My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Russell Kelfer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-192513678281407681?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/192513678281407681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/08/wait.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/192513678281407681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/192513678281407681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/08/wait.html' title='Wait'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-6293190256787112232</id><published>2010-07-27T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:00:20.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumbling Up</title><content type='html'>Some of you may already be aware that river rocks hold a special place in my heart. Not only are they beautiful and great to decorate with, there are so many analogies to the spiritual life that can be gleaned from them. I will be turning my study into a series of posts so that you all can enjoy them too. &lt;br /&gt;I would like to explain my blog title to you because it is probably the cleverest thing I will come up with in the course of my lifetime. I you can see, I am quite proud of myself! It has a double meaning: first, for rocks to become smooth and shiny they have to be tumbled. The second meaning is a phrase I took from Charles Dickens' &lt;em&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/em&gt;. The main character, Pip, is observing children tumbling around a yard and over each other and comes to the conclusion that instead of growing up, the children are "tumbling up." So as I am maturing and growing in Christ, I am "tumbling up."&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to my next posting! Christ is risen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-6293190256787112232?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/6293190256787112232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/07/tumbling-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/6293190256787112232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/6293190256787112232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/07/tumbling-up.html' title='Tumbling Up'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-99458909035770581</id><published>2010-06-02T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:23:49.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>New Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello friends! Soon I will be changing the name of my blog to something amazingly awesome and doing a series of blog posts specific to the new name. It will still be my blog, just a different name. I figured I should let you know beforehand. Happy blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Christ is risen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-99458909035770581?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/99458909035770581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/99458909035770581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/99458909035770581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-name.html' title='New Name'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-1406670635087277895</id><published>2010-05-26T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:36:28.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God Cares About My Stuff?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:12;"&gt;Leviticus is not the easiest book to read through. It can be quite boring. And, on top of being boring, it is burdensome and sobering. It reveals God's absolute holiness, righteousness, and justice. The very reading of God's law creates a sense of inevitable failure in the reader. It is meant to be so, as Paul writes in Romans 7:9-13, to show us our sin and need for a Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:12;"&gt;However, even in the Old Testament law, God reveals Himself to be Love. Sometimes it is tucked into a verse, barely noticeable. At other times, it is God Himself declaring who He is to His people. God is holy, but even in His holiness He lets His steadfast love and mercy be known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you come into the land of Canaan, which I give you for a possession, and I put a case of leprous disease in a house in the land of your possession, then he who owns the house shall come and tell the priest, 'There seems to me to be some case of disease in my house.' &lt;strong&gt;Then the priest shall command that they empty the house before the priest goes to examine the disease, lest all that is in the house be declared unclean. &lt;/strong&gt;And afterward the priest shall go in to see the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Leviticus 14:34-36 ESV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;{emphasis mine}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:12;"&gt;Emptying the house is significant when you think of all the things that would be in the house. Everything needed for staying alive and comfortable (furniture, clothes, kitchen things, food, etc) PLUS any extra luxuries like jewelry or house decorations, and items with personal, sentimental value. Even with a law where clean or unclean is a big deal, God is looking ahead and insuring that His people will be able to keep the things that they need and the little things that are important to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:12;"&gt;I was overwhelmed by God's goodness as I read these verses! Yes, God does care about stuff, and, more specifically, He cares about "my" stuff. The law shows God's harshness towards sin, His judgment, wrath, and holiness, but it also shows us His great mercy, love, and care for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-1406670635087277895?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/1406670635087277895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-cares-about-my-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/1406670635087277895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/1406670635087277895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-cares-about-my-stuff.html' title='God Cares About My Stuff?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-8389169009673496417</id><published>2010-05-04T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:24:02.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have not had as much oppurtunity to blog as I would like, but I hope my random thoughts have been at least interesting. I am working on some bigger posts but I am unsure as to when they will be up. Until then, I leave you with another profound quote. I hope it encourages you to think and then act. We are wrestling against the rulers of the darkness of this world, and spiritual wickedness in high places; do not make the mistake of separating your faith from current events. Go out and change the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it on to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like in the United States when men were free." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;~Ronald Reagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-8389169009673496417?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/8389169009673496417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/8389169009673496417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/8389169009673496417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-2109289704316635705</id><published>2010-03-30T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:21:30.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>A Word From...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...one of my favorite philosophers, Groucho Marx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-2109289704316635705?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/2109289704316635705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/03/word-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/2109289704316635705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/2109289704316635705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/03/word-from.html' title='A Word From...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-788344381747438666</id><published>2010-03-16T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:21:07.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>Some Reasons To Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, especially this week, with so much wrong with the world and my mood, I have decided to think about what matters. The weather may be dreary, I may feel under the weather, those that have some power may be seeking more power, but my God is in control and He will return soon! He has blessed me with wonderful friends, family, and things like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449296594460497586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/S5_KYYyQVrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p_sCEkH2gPw/s320/images+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rich dark chocolate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449297085855671282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/S5_K0_X_o_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/1AMDPrk2lfQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;warm blankets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449293339382535538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/S5_Ha6rMVXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jhuogWpDvpU/s320/sweaters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;soft fuzzy sweaters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449308495728282754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/S5_VNIdnDII/AAAAAAAAAIk/-o643wIoSr0/s320/piano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a tuned piano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449297964621024642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/S5_LoJB-zYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/yBioKQMg8Ls/s320/star-wars-picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the complete set of Star Wars movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449295341770553154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/S5_JPeJst0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/rqCLE2-BQXE/s320/coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and coffee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-788344381747438666?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/788344381747438666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-reasons-to-be-happy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/788344381747438666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/788344381747438666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-reasons-to-be-happy.html' title='Some Reasons To Be Happy'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/S5_KYYyQVrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p_sCEkH2gPw/s72-c/images+for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-4620778306807349295</id><published>2010-02-26T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:20:49.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because that is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is being "in love," which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~Attributed to St. Augustine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-4620778306807349295?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/4620778306807349295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-temporary-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/4620778306807349295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/4620778306807349295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-temporary-madness.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-3341611547142206671</id><published>2010-02-05T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:20:32.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>"He's Not A Tame Lion"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/S2wo5iBLtCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/671JkC-pMfo/s1600-h/aslan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434763819178767394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/S2wo5iBLtCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/671JkC-pMfo/s320/aslan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is one of my absolute favorite quotes from T&lt;em&gt;he Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/em&gt; by C.S. Lewis (Forgive me if the quote is only in the movie, I couldn't remember whether it was in the book or not). Aslan, the Great Lion, is a picture of Christ. He created Narnia, he is good, and everything must submit to him. He is also "not a tame lion". That is one of the many things I love about this character: you never know what he is going to do next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like Aslan, the God that I serve is not a tame God. God is not boring as most unbelievers suppose and as most believers act. I never know what He is going to do next, my life is an adventure! So live life with breathless expectation, seize the day, and worship our untame God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"To be certain of God means that we are uncertain in all our ways; we do not know what a day may bring forth. This is generally said with a sigh of sadness; it should rather be an expression of breathless expectation." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Oswald Chambers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-3341611547142206671?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/3341611547142206671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/02/hes-not-tame-lion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/3341611547142206671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/3341611547142206671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2010/02/hes-not-tame-lion.html' title='&quot;He&apos;s Not A Tame Lion&quot;'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/S2wo5iBLtCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/671JkC-pMfo/s72-c/aslan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-6765091478870027623</id><published>2009-09-02T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:19:51.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggles'/><title type='text'>What's A Girl To Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's a girl to do when it is one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; days? You know what I'm talking about, those days when your face breaks out, you have nothing to wear, you are acutely aware of the fact that you gained a pound, and life just seems plain out cruel in everyway possible. What's a girl to do when those days start stretching into weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In the past couple weeks, wedding stress has turned my face into something that just stresses me out more every time I look at it, late nights have turned my emotions into ticking time bombs, I resprained the foot that I sprained two years ago, and it seems that there are people out there who delight in tearing down the world that I am trying so hard to keep intact in the midst of all this change. In short, I have become a zit-faced basketcase, seriously entertaining the thought that all who look upon me will cringe at the sight and, if that doesn't scare them away, my volatile, irrational emotions will. In tears, I cried to God for answers and He, as usual, delighted to answer me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: "Why God, did you make me like this? How can everyone still care about me and tell me I'm beautiful, especially my fiance? I'm so not! Is everyone really that blind?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God: What if (God always seems to answer me with a question) I am trying to tell you that you are beautiful through them? What if they are seeing you as I see you? Can you accept that I think you are beautiful in every way? Can you accept that I want others to see you as I do and through them, I am expressing myself to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God always knows what to say to get through to me:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-6765091478870027623?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/6765091478870027623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-girl-to-do.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/6765091478870027623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/6765091478870027623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-girl-to-do.html' title='What&apos;s A Girl To Do?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-4621049404877055841</id><published>2009-07-23T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:19:33.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>An Infinite God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We usually look at the word infinite and think of something eternal, something that has no end, something that just keeps going beyond all time and space. While this is a correct definition, it only deals with the concept of time. God does exist beyond all time and space, He is boundless and eternal with no end, but what if we expanded the meaning of infinite to include character, personality, virtue, strength, and reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Not only is God infinite in reference to time, but also in His entire Person. His love is infinite, His justice is infinite, and His mercy is infinite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And changed the glory of the uncorruptible God into an image made like to corruptible man..." Romans 1:23&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Even we as Christians are guilty of this. How often do we look at God and try to understand Him by looking through the glasses of our humanity? No human can be 100% just and 100% merciful at the same time. We may express each of these qualities, but none of us can express them to their fullest capacity, and both simultaneously. We are limited in this, but God is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have noticed, that because we tend to limit God by understanding Him with our finite minds, we tend to latch on to one aspect of God and ignore the others, simply because we cannot reconcile in our minds that God can infinitely be all of them. Some latch onto God as holy and righteous Judge, or as the Father who blesses when He is obeyed and punishes when disobeyed. The thing is, God is infinitely both of them. Another aspect of God that tends to be downplayed in the circles I've been in, is God as Husband and Bridegroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is the aspect of God that loves us with an everlasting love, the God that would lay down His life and die for us. Since getting engaged, marriage is one of those things that has been on my mind, and God has used it to better clarify to me the mystery of Christ and the Church. A husband finds pleasure in his wife, even if she burns dinner or spends a little too much on a pair of shoes. She is the desire of his heart, the one he is passionate about, the one he desires to protect from all harm. A whole book of the Bible was dedicated to the love between a husband and wife. Imagine God feeling toward you as Solomon felt toward his bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God is simultaneously 100% all of these. There is no division into parts. An infinite God has no bounderies placed on His nature; There is no dividing line where His mercy ends and His justice begins. They are infinite and boundless; they simultaneously work together 100% of the the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If God is love (which He is; 1 Jn. 4:8), and God loves every one of His children, do I have to share the love He loves me with, with every other believer? Is His love divided? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"An infinite God can give all of Himself to each of His children. He does not distribute Himself that each may have a part, but to each He gives all of Himself as fully as if there were no others." ~A. W. Tozer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The answer to both of my questions: no. When you divide a number by infinity, you get infinity. In the same way, when you divide God's love by infinity, you get infinite love that knows no bounderies and no limits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-4621049404877055841?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/4621049404877055841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/07/infinite-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/4621049404877055841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/4621049404877055841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/07/infinite-god.html' title='An Infinite God'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-5784202870041096124</id><published>2009-06-07T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:18:21.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a long week of craziness, the weekend has arrived! Many people like to celebrate with a quick run to their neighborhood Blockbuster Video and by sharing a big bowl of popcorn with their friends. Movie nights are a favorite pastime of mine. I love seeing a movie with my family or friends but when it comes to actually choosing the movie, what is appropriate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is not easy to find the answer. The word movie will not show up in any Bible concordance. So, where do we draw the line? Psalm 101:3 says, "&lt;em&gt;I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes…" &lt;/em&gt;The word wicked in this verse could be better translated "without profit" or "worthlessness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it worthless and without profit &lt;em&gt;for me&lt;/em&gt;? As individuals, we are each vulnerable in different areas. A violent war scene may not bother me but it may bother someone else; even something that may not affect me outwardly may affect my mind without my realizing it. All things are lawful for me to do, but not all things are edifying (1 Cor. 10:23). For this reason, it is necessary to carefully think about what we are watching instead of treating it as mindless entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ultimately, we must each individually decide what God's desire is for us. God's laws are in our minds and written on our hearts. We have the mind of Christ. When we set before our eyes a thing that is not right for us to see, the Holy Spirit will reveal this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-5784202870041096124?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/5784202870041096124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/06/movies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/5784202870041096124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/5784202870041096124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/06/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-5950273771337922859</id><published>2009-05-27T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:17:51.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>AE Photo Scavenger Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20kz_AheI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4t9YPY9hM1E/s1600-h/Stapler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340623277654050274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20kz_AheI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4t9YPY9hM1E/s320/Stapler.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stapler- A Paper's Eye View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20kmHeFGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/B7Pfs2WbfG4/s1600-h/Reflections.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340623273931445346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20kmHeFGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/B7Pfs2WbfG4/s320/Reflections.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reflections- "This do in remembrance of Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20kU1Yg6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/jorBXWoXQZQ/s1600-h/Leap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340623269292180386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20kU1Yg6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/jorBXWoXQZQ/s320/Leap.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leap- The Leap of Faith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20kD8KB1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/HJJ6J8jQT6I/s1600-h/Fears.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340623264757188434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20kD8KB1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/HJJ6J8jQT6I/s320/Fears.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fears- Hopelessly Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20RxaXhlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Rp_JAQvhTm8/s1600-h/Coffee(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340622950545983058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20RxaXhlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Rp_JAQvhTm8/s320/Coffee(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coffee- Happiness in a cup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20RZbYGhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KgoamxL1chY/s1600-h/Time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340622944107764242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20RZbYGhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KgoamxL1chY/s320/Time.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time- Make every second count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20QkHxcAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cQUyYWxyDUc/s1600-h/Squirrel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340622929798459394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20QkHxcAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cQUyYWxyDUc/s320/Squirrel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Squirrel- The new and improved hypoallergenic kind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340647662109597010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh3KwLKQHVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/l5G2_MpIc1k/s320/White+Trash2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;White Trash- Because nothing says it quite like a stroller propped up against a propane tank...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20QX5i2PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qPVWW_4rFjU/s1600-h/Date.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340622926517557490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20QX5i2PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qPVWW_4rFjU/s320/Date.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Date- Countdown to a deadline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20QPzjD3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/lVwdocRFvFQ/s1600-h/Police.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340622924344921970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20QPzjD3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/lVwdocRFvFQ/s320/Police.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Police- Those coffee-drinking, donut-eating, protectors of the community!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2uVWhziZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Zii_iBOnq4s/s1600-h/Self-portrait(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340616414979131794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2uVWhziZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Zii_iBOnq4s/s320/Self-portrait(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Self-Portrait- Enjoying the Spring Flowers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2uVJM-52I/AAAAAAAAAFc/29vtiuMbpxI/s1600-h/Making+a+Statement.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340616411402135394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2uVJM-52I/AAAAAAAAAFc/29vtiuMbpxI/s320/Making+a+Statement.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Making A Statement- "Our guns may be silent, but Dixie will never die"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2uUhWdAtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/txoPcrSrbIQ/s1600-h/A+Memory.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340616400704438994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2uUhWdAtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/txoPcrSrbIQ/s320/A+Memory.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Memory- Bygone Summer Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2uUci5b7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/zYVkBurGa5c/s1600-h/Weather.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340616399414456242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2uUci5b7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/zYVkBurGa5c/s320/Weather.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weather- When it's raining, we often forget to look for the small, yet beautiful, moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2uUJ7bFsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3COPx2vfU_U/s1600-h/Broken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340616394417051330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2uUJ7bFsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3COPx2vfU_U/s320/Broken.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2t6A0SiFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FsHjH5aj8tk/s1600-h/Green.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340615945294612562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2t6A0SiFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FsHjH5aj8tk/s320/Green.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Green- "Go Green!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2t5_w80FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bK5vVNgooyI/s1600-h/Music.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340615945012170834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2t5_w80FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bK5vVNgooyI/s320/Music.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340619693813196658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2xUNIw53I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Dov2XyGZ3Y4/s320/A+Favorite+Thing.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Favorite Thing- My Engagement Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2t5Swp8YI/AAAAAAAAAEk/itRRbMmWE8c/s1600-h/A+Tool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340615932931338626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2t5Swp8YI/AAAAAAAAAEk/itRRbMmWE8c/s320/A+Tool.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Tool- Old Shovel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2t48ZUw6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/UmJ2VbfvalE/s1600-h/scavengerhunt+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340615926927901602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh2t48ZUw6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/UmJ2VbfvalE/s320/scavengerhunt+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Funny- Sometimes, the camera angle is the only thing that makes the picture:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-5950273771337922859?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/5950273771337922859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/05/ae-photo-scavenger-hunt.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/5950273771337922859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/5950273771337922859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/05/ae-photo-scavenger-hunt.html' title='AE Photo Scavenger Hunt'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sh20kz_AheI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4t9YPY9hM1E/s72-c/Stapler.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-1756643090806168097</id><published>2009-05-14T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:17:11.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Chastening of the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over the last few weeks, I have been memorizing Hebrews 12 for Advanced EXCEL. Several of the verses made me really think about the "chastening" of the Lord. What is the "chastening?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as unto children, My son, despise not thou the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him:&lt;br /&gt;For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth and scourges every son whom he recieveth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not?&lt;br /&gt;But if ye be without chastisement, whereof all are partakers, then are ye bastards, and not sons.&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;urthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected us, and we gave them reverence: shall we not much rather be in subjection unto the Father of spirits, and live?&lt;br /&gt;For they verily for a few days chastened us after their own pleasure; but he for our profit, that we might be partakers of his holiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;em&gt;Hebrews 12:5-11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, what is this chastening? These verses state that only &lt;em&gt;sons&lt;/em&gt; are chastened. Unbelievers will not recieve the chastening of the Lord, only believers will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Is chastening punishment from a Holy God? Most people I know would give an adament "YES!" to that question. But what does the word really mean? And can believers even be punished by God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let's look at a few verses and see what God actually says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psa 103:12~As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rom 8:1~There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after the Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2Cor 5:21~For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1Cor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6:17~But he that is joined unto the Lord is one spirit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When God looks at us, He sees His own righteousness. If we are one with the Lord, how can He punish Himself Who knew &lt;em&gt;no sin&lt;/em&gt;? There is no condemnation for Jesus took it all upon Himself on the cross. I think it is safe to say that God does not and cannot punish us for our sins and "mistakes." The price has already been paid. It is finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chastisement is definitely not punishment. So what is it then? The Greek words translated chastening and chastisement mean tutorage, train, instruct, and educate. Therefore, whom the Lord loveth He instructs, teaches, educates, trains. That takes some of the sting out of the word chastening for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The chastening of the Lord is simply God's tutorage. He may use the seemingly bad things we go through as tools for His teaching and It may not always be pleasant, but it is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; punishment. It is God lovingly teaching us more about Himself and our standing in Christ. If we endure(remain under) chastening(tutorage, education, training) then God deals with us as His sons and daughters(Heb. 12:7a).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-1756643090806168097?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/1756643090806168097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/05/chastening-of-lord.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/1756643090806168097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/1756643090806168097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/05/chastening-of-lord.html' title='The Chastening of the Lord'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-1155374247010194307</id><published>2009-05-10T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:14:48.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Engagement Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc7izljjFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nl5t66mrmEM/s1600-h/engagememt+photos+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334297752792960082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc7izljjFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nl5t66mrmEM/s320/engagememt+photos+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, this is my man:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc7KK6005I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Avh7oO8mcF0/s1600-h/engagememt+photos+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334297329559458706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc7KK6005I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Avh7oO8mcF0/s320/engagememt+photos+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The woods where he proposed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc7J_1T7mI/AAAAAAAAAEE/M3PdSP-YHL0/s1600-h/engagememt+photos+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334297326583541346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc7J_1T7mI/AAAAAAAAAEE/M3PdSP-YHL0/s320/engagememt+photos+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we went and sat by the lake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc7JpaiO3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/K8lAVLzuwKc/s1600-h/engagememt+photos+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334297320565652338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc7JpaiO3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/K8lAVLzuwKc/s320/engagememt+photos+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...and we had sparkling grapejuice and cheese and crackers(yum!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc7JXAMPeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HYxl8VijgY4/s1600-h/engagememt+photos+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334297315623321058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc7JXAMPeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HYxl8VijgY4/s320/engagememt+photos+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc7I87lRoI/AAAAAAAAADs/tII2uxI0DSk/s1600-h/engagememt+photos+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334297308624668290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc7I87lRoI/AAAAAAAAADs/tII2uxI0DSk/s320/engagememt+photos+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pictures of us:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc6lEx-OEI/AAAAAAAAADk/6h4HgGvITTw/s1600-h/engagememt+photos+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334296692256553026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc6lEx-OEI/AAAAAAAAADk/6h4HgGvITTw/s320/engagememt+photos+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is part of the gardens where we were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc6kjPOOXI/AAAAAAAAADc/_zuFKZQNDiU/s1600-h/engagememt+photos+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334296683252431218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc6kjPOOXI/AAAAAAAAADc/_zuFKZQNDiU/s320/engagememt+photos+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc6kcs3NcI/AAAAAAAAADU/jhpMHhp-bBQ/s1600-h/engagememt+photos+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334296681497703874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc6kcs3NcI/AAAAAAAAADU/jhpMHhp-bBQ/s320/engagememt+photos+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc6kBB9BUI/AAAAAAAAADM/bccm_A9Y5zc/s1600-h/engagememt+photos+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334296674069972290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc6kBB9BUI/AAAAAAAAADM/bccm_A9Y5zc/s320/engagememt+photos+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc6jz0iKxI/AAAAAAAAADE/J3nIlwKktNU/s1600-h/engagememt+photos+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334296670524025618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc6jz0iKxI/AAAAAAAAADE/J3nIlwKktNU/s320/engagememt+photos+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is the ring! I love it:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-1155374247010194307?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/1155374247010194307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/05/engagement-pictures.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/1155374247010194307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/1155374247010194307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/05/engagement-pictures.html' title='Engagement Pictures'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/Sgc7izljjFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nl5t66mrmEM/s72-c/engagememt+photos+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-3610010221532676496</id><published>2009-04-29T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:14:25.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My Life through God’s Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A row of books, a comfy chair, and solitude. Pen poised, journal open, I settle in for what I expect will be a wonderful, though long overdue, time with my God. Enveloped by the silence of the library, I pose my questions to Him and await His reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is God's view of who I am? A few months ago, I doubt I could have answered this question completely. I only knew in part who I was and how God saw me. But now, God has revealed this mystery to me and with surety I can say that He sees me as perfect, holy, and without blemish. 2 Corinthians 5:21 says that I have been "made the righteousness of God in Him (Christ)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When God sees me, He sees His own righteousness. He sees me as whole and complete. John wrote to believers in 3 John 1:4, "I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth". I believe that, like John, God has no greater joy than to know that His children are walking in His truth. There is nothing that brings God more joy than seeing me just starting to live out of the truth that I am perfect and complete in Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am made in God's image and I am perfect and beautiful in His sight. I am His beloved and the desire of His heart. I am a princess of the Most High King, and everything that belongs to the King also belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why am I here? I am here to bring God more glory. He made me and sanctified me because He can live through me in a way that He cannot live through anyone else. He has created in me a love for truth and now &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; Truth is alive in me. I am here to proclaim truth to those captives that have been freed and do not yet realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God wants me to know Him and He wants others to see Christ living out of me. Jesus is my source of life; He is the Life. For "I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave Himself for me."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-3610010221532676496?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/3610010221532676496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-life-through-gods-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/3610010221532676496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/3610010221532676496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-life-through-gods-eyes.html' title='My Life through God’s Eyes'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-3381926431364999933</id><published>2009-04-15T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:13:52.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authority'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>Women in Leadership</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The TV reporters checked and rechecked their equipment, going over their list of questions one more time. Every camera was fixed on the podium; every eye was fixed on the fluttering behind the curtains. As the US Secretary of State, Condoleezza Rice, stepped up to the microphone, she was greeted by the flashes of a hundred different cameras. As I sat watching the TV screen, I admired this lady's courage and calm. She knew what she was talking about, and she knew whom she represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Should a woman be in a leadership position? Thousands of books and sermons have been written on this subject, and there are a million individual points of view. The real issue at the heart of this question is whether a woman should hold a position of authority over a man. In 1 Timothy 2:12, Paul does forbid women to teach men and to "usurp authority over the man" in the church. "Usurp authority over" basically means to dominate and take over by force that to which you have no right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A queen has authority over her subjects. A woman that has a hired hand or a butler has authority over them as Mistress of the house. A woman who runs a business has authority over her employees. A woman elected to public office has been given that jurisdiction by the ones that elected her. It is their right to that authority and they have been given that jurisdiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Women can, and should, be leaders. Most people automatically associate leadership with authority but in Webster's &lt;em&gt;Dictionary of American English&lt;/em&gt;, the word lead is defined: To guide and conduct by showing the way, to go before, to direct. A leader can hold complete authority or simply guide, without controlling and commanding. Deborah, one of the judges of Israel, is an example of a woman in leadership who did not overstep the jurisdiction that had been given to her; she led without taking over Barak's jurisdiction as a man and as the leader of Israel's army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is not an issue with an easy answer. God has given clear instructions on the role of women within the family and the church and these should be followed. He has not given clear instructions, but principles regarding women's roles outside of family and church. Women were designed to be helpers and a woman can carry out that role even in a position of authority or leadership over men, when they adorn themselves with "a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price (1 Peter 3:4)". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-3381926431364999933?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/3381926431364999933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/04/women-in-leadership.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/3381926431364999933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/3381926431364999933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/04/women-in-leadership.html' title='Women in Leadership'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-7154210765221391937</id><published>2009-04-04T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:13:11.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>20 Things That Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Drinking coffee out of those cute little coffee mugs that cost $9.00 at Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. Sittting on a boat and watching fireworks over the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. The color brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. The view from the top of a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. Sweaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. Flip-flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7. Going for a walk on the beach at midnight and trying to avoid stepping on all the little crabs in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8. Horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9. Aslan from &lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10. Taking out my frustrations on the piano and realizing that I started out playing &lt;em&gt;The Chase &lt;/em&gt;by Cornelius Gurlitt and am now playing &lt;em&gt;Rocket to the Moon&lt;/em&gt; by Jim Brickman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;11. Tirimisu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;12. Dark chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;13. Watching the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;14. Walking through the Pottery Barn and visualizing beautiful rooms in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;15. Curling up in a blanket in front of a fireplace with a good book on a rainy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;16. Hardwood floors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;17. Visiting museums, battlefields, and historical places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;18. Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;19. Sleeping in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;20. Taking pictures with a small depth of field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2075473764854540199-7154210765221391937?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/7154210765221391937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-things-that-make-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/7154210765221391937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/7154210765221391937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='20 Things That Make Me Happy'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075473764854540199.post-8869501544823393749</id><published>2009-03-20T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:11:41.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggles'/><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As this is my very first blog post, I thought I would talk about my biggest, most recent revelation. Over the last couple of months, I have been asking several questions: Who is God and who am I? I have tried so hard to be a "good, Christian girl", to please God, and to enlighten others to their sinful ways. What did it get me? I could not make myself change into something truly good no matter how hard I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been "good" but I knew it was never good enough to please God. Every time I did something wrong, I told myself how horrible I was, that there was no way I could possibly be acceptable to God. He intimidated me. How could a Being as holy as He was, desire to have a relationship with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I knew that God was love and that He was good. But my true belief was what defined my actions. Finally, God began to reveal to me that I was completely accepted by Him. I brought Him pleasure. I was one with Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before man's fall, God and man were friends. There was no sin or struggle to talk about, just each other. What they liked, what they thought, what their favorite thing was about the day. That fellowship ended when man sinned. No longer did man desire God; his spirit was in rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ came to restore that relationship. No longer is there a wall between man and God. My relationship with God is exactly how it would have been in the Garden of Eden. I am the desire of His heart. I am acceptable to Him and He is pleased with me no matter what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about God Himself, His glory and His praise, not how bad we are. It helps answer the question: "Why did God make man if He knew he was going to sin?" Because it never was about us and our sin; it was always about all things being "to the praise of the glory of His grace"(Eph. 1:6). That was God's purpose and it always has been. He created man so that He could live in and through him and man's fall never altered that purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus came to offer freedom and rest but the Christians I see have neither freedom nor rest. What matters are the externals. If your life does not line up with what they think the Bible(or, in reality, their denomination) says, then you have a problem in your relationship with God. You need to get right with Him, read your Bible and pray more, get involved in more programs, evaluate your priorities, and the list could go on and on. They live bound by rules, always trying harder to follow God and be acceptable in His sight. I used to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is that I can't live the life. Jesus is THE LIFE and only He can live His Life. Being a "Christian" simply means being one with Christ, Him living as me. If I am trying my best to live how God expects me to, I am going to exhaust myself and completely fail. My identity is no longer in the external actions and labels but in Christ alone.&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/2075473764854540199-8869501544823393749?l=smoothstones31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/feeds/8869501544823393749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/8869501544823393749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2075473764854540199/posts/default/8869501544823393749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothstones31.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17630020149980175958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4MJI_QVbbXg/SUGPHnzSoWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqOrQrmHIG8/S220/DSC00505.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
