<?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-2337246021042075054</id><updated>2011-12-08T11:32:56.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-3304622066895753884</id><published>2009-12-25T18:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T18:36:54.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born To Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;December 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just one question. Where did 2009 go? So many things happened in such a short amount of time I can hardly believe a year has come and gone. As with any year, we had the good and the bad as always. But lots of big events took place this For starters we sold mom’s house in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. This obviously was a very hard thing to do. Not physically, but emotionally. Initially we thought that a friend of moms was going to buy her house, so she didn’t bother with putting the house on the market and instead focused all her attention on doing some packing and retiring from the &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; school system. But, just before it was time to move, plans had changed and mom needed to locate a Realtor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We put her house on the market and would you believe that the house had a contract on it in just 3 days! The LORD took care of that one in a heart beat. He is so amazing! We witnessed His mighty hand at work all around us during the entire process. The move went very well and mom was on her way to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alabama&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. We moved her in with us in early June and at that point spent the entire summer looking for houses that would work for all of us to live in together. But to no avail. In the mean time, the LORD was continuing His hand of provision in landing mom a new job at the middle school here (just before the school year started) doing what she loves most…teaching Special Ed. students. And while it was evident we weren’t going to find that perfect home for us, the LORD had something different planned all along. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was building us a house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wish I could tell you all of the details that go along with that statement. They are truly amazing. This house is exactly what we were looking for all along. (Of course it is, The LORD is building it!) Another neat thing about this house is that it not only has the perfect set up for mom, but it has lots of extra bedrooms for kids! And since we only have 2 kids….you may be wondering (if you don’t already know) that we are expecting more! The LORD has drawn our hearts toward adoption over the last year and we’ve got our sights set for a baby girl in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;! We have been through the most interesting journey of our lives going through the process of adopting a child. We have filled out mounds of paper work and had our family raked over with a fine tooth comb. It has been interesting to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But we have learned so much about the LORD than we ever expected in this journey of adoption. We’ve learned more about the Father’s heart for the orphan as well as the whole concept of our own spiritual adoption in Christ Jesus. It’s been a mind blowing awakening. In my statement earlier I mentioned “kids”. We are working through the possibility of getting a sibling group of girls from India, but if the LORD wills just for us to have one this time around….then we plan to adopt again. There are too many babies out there that need a home for us just to stop with one. We’ll leave all the rest up to the LORD and just walk forward in obedience as He leads. I hope to be writing this time next year about a new member of our family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, lots of good as I mentioned this year but along with the good, came the bad. We had to endure yet another loss this year. I wasn’t sure my heart could actually take losing another loved one. This makes three years in a row that we’ve had to say goodbye to one of my closest family members. First it was my mamaw, then my father and this year it was my papaw. That’s too tough to even absorb. When we lost my papaw, we lost one of the kindest and most gentle souls I’ve ever known. He was a man who gave of himself to others all the time. I watched him literally give up the things on earth that he dearly enjoyed to care for my mamaw when her health was declining. With what little he did have he was always sending me checks in the mail letting me know that “he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather give his money to”. He probably did that with everyone. Such a precious man. My papaw was loved by everyone and he is dearly missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The last few days, I have been reflecting on yet another who gave himself for others. My mind races to &lt;b&gt;Philippians 2:6-9&lt;/b&gt; that says, “&lt;i&gt;Though he (Jesus) was God, he did not think of equality with God as something to cling to. Instead, he gave up his divine privileges; he took the humble position of a servant and was &lt;u&gt;born &lt;/u&gt;as a human being. When he appeared in human form, he humbled himself in obedience to God and died a criminal’s death on a cross&lt;/i&gt;.” (NLT) Our pastor says every year “that the main emphasis of Christmas is not on the &lt;i&gt;infancy &lt;/i&gt;of Jesus but on the &lt;i&gt;deity&lt;/i&gt; of Jesus.” When you look at it like that you begin to realize (as much as humanly possible) all that He gave up to be born in human likeness. Jesus Christ gave up all that was rightly His to step into time to be born as a human being and ultimately humbled himself in obedience unto death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let’s be honest. When we think of Christmas, do we just see a baby lying in a manger, or do we see the King of the universe stepping out of heaven, giving up all His privileges to become an ordinary baby headed for the cross? Yes, He was born in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bethlehem&lt;/st1:city&gt; but He was headed for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Calvary&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Putting it another way, He was born to die. Why? Love. It was love that drove Christ to such a humble state for our sinful account so that for all who truly believe might be saved! It’s one of those things you have to ponder deeply to even begin to conceive the slightest bit of its profundity. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around it. &lt;b&gt;Ephesians 3:18-19&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;That you may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God&lt;/i&gt;. Trees, lights, presents, family and food are all nice at Christmas. But, I’ll take the humble King. Will you worship Jesus with us this Christmas? Not as an infant but as King, born to die so that we might be saved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SzRrRxvqoOI/AAAAAAAACpo/ZIZ2SDorD2o/s400/Jonah+and+Jadon+by+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419074204788760802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-3304622066895753884?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3304622066895753884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=3304622066895753884' title='0 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So, here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race officially started at 7:00am. But we were assigned to corrals since all 31,000+ could not start at the same time. We were assigned to corral 16. I believe our start time was about 7:36am. I must say it was a gorgeous day for a run, not a cloud in the sky but it started out very warm. Can I just say right off the bat that our entire training was done in temperatures in the 30's 40's and 50's....but NOT in the 70's and 80's which is how our run started and ended. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 5 miles weren't terribly bad. Aside from a few side stitches and a little sweat, it was a fairly good run. At mile 8, things began to change a little. There weren't many shady areas and there were a lot of hills and it seemed the water stations got fewer and fewer as our miles got longer and longer. Let me just say it was a scorcher! We felt like we were dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entertainment along the way was fabulous and a great distractions. Country music bands, a gazillion fans and cheer leading squads cheering us on and a flat out mob that we were running with. When we came upon an area that had water stations, it was almost like herding cattle down the road because of the congestion. It was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team was determined not to stop for a walk until mile 10 which is what we did, but I don't know if it was a mistake or a lifesaver. Immediately after we stopped running and started walking, every muscle our bodies tightened. It caused terrible pain. It felt impossible to begin running again. However, had we pushed our selves in the heat, I am afraid it could have been life threatening. We were all suffering from cramping, dizziness, light-headedness, nausea and stomach issues. We were joined in the suffering with many others who were passing out and throwing up all along the way. I realized somewhere around mile 11 that my left heel was kicking my right ankle bone because of fatigue which caused a nasty bruise as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pushed ourselves best we could to run across the finish line. It was a proud moment of accomplishment. I sure wish it would have been a better run for us. We worked so hard to be prepared. We were prepared for everything but the heat. It did us in. But we made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked our pace at the 5, 8 and 10 mile marker and we we right on track with our training. It wasn't until mile 11, 12, and 13 that we lagged behind causing us to finish at 2 hours and 36 minutes total. We're happy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say... just to give you an example of the heat that we all were badly sunburned when it was over. We finished at 10:00am. I have never gotten a sunburn early in the morning like that. Also, I say this lightly as it was a terrible tragedy, but as we watched a few people being wheeled off on stretches that we learned that one of the guys (26 yo male) tragically died when paramedics got him to the hospital. It was a really hard day in the heat to do a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, just like child birth (aka- the valley of the shadow of death) when we look back on that painful and difficult day, we can usually say.....ahh, it wasn't so bad and it was totally worth it. And so it is with my 1/2 marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all for praying for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics. We should have some more pics up soon. There is also a link that shows live footage of our finish line if anyone is interested. &lt;a title="blocked::http://elite.competitor.com/events/cmm/webcast/archive.html" href="http://elite.competitor.com/events/cmm/webcast/archive.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of our team shirts. 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SfZmNoOgtQI/AAAAAAAACZM/hoNaxHASBLE/s1600-h/3262_76164802612_510917612_1831952_3869281_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SfZmNoOgtQI/AAAAAAAACZM/hoNaxHASBLE/s400/3262_76164802612_510917612_1831952_3869281_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329559593362175234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SfZmNnGz5pI/AAAAAAAACZE/FOLKvrwhc7U/s1600-h/3262_76164792612_510917612_1831951_2458858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SfZmNnGz5pI/AAAAAAAACZE/FOLKvrwhc7U/s400/3262_76164792612_510917612_1831951_2458858_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329559593061443218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are kissing our medals and very thankful for a finished race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-644543794710468438?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SfZmfSS3DYI/AAAAAAAACaE/Mv8tRyo1c7Q/s72-c/3262_76168692612_510917612_1832081_6567159_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-8275707994120834890</id><published>2009-02-10T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:15:46.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life I Planned by Beth Moore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"   lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Has someone seen the life I  planned?&lt;br /&gt;It seems it's been misplaced&lt;br /&gt;I've looked in every corner&lt;br /&gt;It's  lost without a trace&lt;br /&gt;I've found one I don't recognize&lt;br /&gt;Things missing that  were dear&lt;br /&gt;Promises I'd hope to keep&lt;br /&gt;And dreams I'd dreamed aren't  here&lt;br /&gt;Faces I had planned to see&lt;br /&gt;Hands I planned to hold&lt;br /&gt;Now absent in  the pictures&lt;br /&gt;Not the way I told&lt;br /&gt;Has someone seen the life I  planned?&lt;br /&gt;Did it get thrown away?&lt;br /&gt;God took my hand from searching&lt;br /&gt;Then I  heard him say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Child, your ears have never heard&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes have never  seen&lt;br /&gt;Eternal plans I have for you&lt;br /&gt;Are more than you could dream.&lt;br /&gt;"You  long to walk by sight&lt;br /&gt;But I'm teaching eyes to see.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I am  doing&lt;br /&gt;'Til then, you must believe."&lt;br /&gt;He's done so much, I felt  ashamed&lt;br /&gt;To know He heard my moans&lt;br /&gt;To think I'd trade in all He's  done&lt;br /&gt;For plans made on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I wept over His faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;And how  He'd proved Himself&lt;br /&gt;How He'd gone beyond my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And said to Him  myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, my ears have never heard&lt;br /&gt;My eyes have never  seen&lt;br /&gt;Eternal plans you have for me&lt;br /&gt;Are more than I could dream.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I  long to walk by sight&lt;br /&gt;But You're teaching eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;You know what You  are doing&lt;br /&gt;'Til then, I must believe."&lt;br /&gt;I felt His great compassion&lt;br /&gt;Mercy  unrestrained&lt;br /&gt;He let me mourn my losses&lt;br /&gt;And showed me to my gains.&lt;br /&gt;I  offered Him my future&lt;br /&gt;And released to Him my past&lt;br /&gt;I traded in my  dreams&lt;br /&gt;For a plan He said would last.&lt;br /&gt;I get no glimpse ahead&lt;br /&gt;No  certainties at all&lt;br /&gt;Except the presence of the One&lt;br /&gt;Who will not let me  fall.&lt;br /&gt;Are you also searching&lt;br /&gt;For a life you planned yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Have you  looked in every corner?&lt;br /&gt;Have you checked on every shelf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child, your  ears have never heard&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes have never seen&lt;br /&gt;Eternal plans He has for  you&lt;br /&gt;Are more than you could dream.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you long to walk by  faith&lt;br /&gt;But He's teaching eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;He knows what He is doing&lt;br /&gt;Child,  step out and believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind&lt;br /&gt;has  conceived what God has prepared&lt;br /&gt;for those that love Him." 1 Corinthians  2:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-8275707994120834890?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8275707994120834890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SYiMMwtuFrI/AAAAAAAACRo/8qRRhR99sU0/s1600-h/IMG_1216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SYiMMwtuFrI/AAAAAAAACRo/8qRRhR99sU0/s400/IMG_1216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298639112464373426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SYiMMiJgIsI/AAAAAAAACRg/9D_vstnL04w/s1600-h/IMG_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SYiMMiJgIsI/AAAAAAAACRg/9D_vstnL04w/s400/IMG_1220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298639108554367682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Feb 18th 1921--Feb 4th 2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-7931398156859367082?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' 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I've been through the waiting season with the LORD before, but this time it seems that in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; every &lt;/span&gt;aspect of my life, I am waiting on something!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am constantly before the LORD asking Him, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; or to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; and to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hold &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let go&lt;/span&gt; .....and I find myself again hearing the words....just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are waiting like me....maybe these passages will be of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 5:3  &lt;/span&gt;In the morning, O LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait in expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 27:14&lt;/span&gt; Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 33:20&lt;/span&gt;  We wait in hope for the LORD; he is our help and our shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 37:7 &lt;/span&gt;Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him; do not fret when men succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 38:15 &lt;/span&gt;I wait for you, O LORD; you will answer, O Lord my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 40:1 &lt;/span&gt;I waited patiently for the LORD; he turned to me and heard my cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 130:6&lt;/span&gt; my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 30:18&lt;/span&gt; Yet the LORD longs to be gracious to you; he rises to show you compassion. For the LORD is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 40:31&lt;/span&gt; but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lamentations 3:24&lt;/span&gt;  I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time of waiting that the LORD has appointed....One thing is sure......that I will serve, worship and be faithful with what that LORD has given me, right where I am.....and I will wait.. being confident that God longs to answer and will answer soon.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love the words to the song below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;And I am hopeful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Though it is painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;But patiently, I will wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I will move ahead, bold and confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Taking every step in obedience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;While I’m waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I will serve You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;While I’m waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I will worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;While I’m waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I will not faint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I’ll be running the race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Even while I wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I’m waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;And I am peaceful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Though it’s not easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;But faithfully, I will wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Yes, I will wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I will serve You while I’m waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I will worship while I’m waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I will serve You while I’m waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I will worship while I’m waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I will serve You while I’m waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I will worship while I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Song Lyrics by John Waller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial; 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2from the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 61 was a similar prayer my father had been offering up to God for about five months. At the news of his cancer, he began calling on the only one who could rescue him. All of us were crying out to God for deliverance from that evil disease. However, God didn’t answer quite how we expected. As I type this letter, a year ago today, this very minute my father left us and was delivered home to be with the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his last few days, the cancer had taken its toll on my dad’s body and left him bed ridden and very incoherent. While watching him slowly slip away from us, my mom and I received a precious gift from the LORD the day before my father’s death. We witnessed miraculous things and experienced incomparable joys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad had woken up from a deep sleep and began carrying on coherent conversations with us. His personality came to life as he began his joking and playing pranks on my mom which brought us sweet laughter. We got to huddle and love on one another and talk for long periods of time. We were able to express fears as well as provide assurance of provisions for mom once dad was no longer with us. We spoke of the difficult situation at hand and of how much he would be dearly missed. Precious conversations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, to our surprise, dad sat up in bed and requested his glasses and the news paper, not hesitating for a second to go straight to the sports page. We even enjoyed a playoff football game together where he was happy to share his thoughts and opinions on players and teams as he always did. To our delight, dad didn’t waste a minute to ask to enjoy the sheer pleasure of swigging down 2 chocolate (milk chocolate Bluebell of course) milk shakes. Don’t think for a minute that he didn’t exclaim, “Mmmm, that’s so good!” one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed, we cried, we reminisced, we prayed together, confessed, forgave, loved deeply and reconciled all things. All of life’s earthly pleasures were enjoyed to the fullest one last time. As well, all eternal questions and decisions were completely squared away as we thoroughly discussed salvation in Christ alone, by faith alone. Dad reaffirmed his trust and hope in the LORD as he uttered the sweetest words, “who else do I have?” God demonstrated great mercy and grace to us. Never had we experienced such loving presence from the Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one thing left mom and I stunned that day. Dad spoke of a dream he just had that morning. As he described the dream, he told us he found himself walking down a long path. At the end of the path he sat on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a rock&lt;/span&gt; and there he began talking to God. At the time it didn’t make any sense to either mom or I. We pondered it, then accepted it and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we fully know what was happening in what seemed to dad as a dream. It was the answer to the prayer he had been praying all along. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer; from the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that is higher than I”. &lt;/span&gt;It was not an answer of temporary deliverance. Jesus led dad down the path to The ROCK of his salvation, where he would find himself just the next morning, talking with God face to face, permanently. I praise you FATHER for letting us enjoy him one more day before you delivered him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, I love you and miss you dearly.&lt;br /&gt;With love always,&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter, BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-8635216602198836634?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8635216602198836634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=8635216602198836634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/8635216602198836634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-790215499353164937</id><published>2008-12-18T10:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:52:48.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Feet of Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="display: block;" id="previewbody"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;At the Feet of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;December 18, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 2008 comes to a close, I find myself in awe over Jesus. Each year I get to know Him in a different way. It absolutely blows my mind that I can personally know the Creator of Heaven and earth. As I look back over different seasons of my life I always find that Jesus not only shapes me and conforms me to His image, He also reveals new characters of Himself to me. I usually can name a new one each time. If I could use one word to describe God’s character revealed to me this year it would be, “Mercy”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While preparing this letter, I reflected on the past 3 Christmas letters that I have written and I found that each one had particular difficult situations. In 2005 we were waiting on a job. Just around the corner in 2006 we picked up our family and moved to another state for ministry. Last year we lost my grandmother and watched my father battle a nasty cancer. But, none of our family was prepared for what would happen this year. None of us knew that dad would leave our world so soon and enter our Saviors. No one was ready for this! The pain, confusion and grief were indescribable. But during this unbelievable time we witnessed the hand of God and felt His presence like never before. What Mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending nearly all of January in Texas with my mom, I whirled home in order to prepare for a brand new women’s ministry the LORD had called me to. Already sure that I was totally incapable of the calling before me, taking on a new ministry while dealing with terrible grief seemed an impossible task. Buried in studies and overcome with speaking anxieties each month, the LORD became my confidence. I was met with intense spiritual battles head on all along the way while serving in this new capacity. But God in His great mercy clothed me with strength to endure every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love and gratitude I have for Jesus overflows with in me. I’m drawn to the text in the gospel of John where I find Mary of Bethany at the feet of Jesus. The account reads, “Mary took a bottle of very expensive perfume made from pure nard and poured it on Jesus' feet. Then she dried his feet with her hair.”(John 12:3) I love this picture. Mary, out of love and gratitude for Jesus is found anointing Jesus’ feet with a very costly perfume. Spending time at someone’s feet was the work of a servant and a woman with her hair unbound was not a common sight in public. The incredible picture that we find in this biblical text is Mary pouring out her life in an intense personal devotion to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the verses following we find out that the perfume was worth 3 hundred denarii. (The equivalence of about a year’s wage) Matthew and Marks gospels give testimony that some thought this was a total waste. (Mk 14:4; Matt 26:8) I have a feeling many today would scorn the behavior of one who would pour out a years worth of wages on Jesus’ feet. Think about that for a minute. What do people these days do when they have saved a year’s salary? If it is all spent in devotion to Jesus how do people react? Sadly, I believe that most would exclaim as those already mentioned, “what a waste”. Yet, Jesus describes it as a beautiful thing! (Mark 14:6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get a glimpse of who He really is and what He has done for us, one can’t help but fall at His feet and give it all away! As the great hymn by Isaac Watts says, “Were the whole realm of nature mine- That were an offering far too small- Love so amazing, so divine- Demands my soul, my life, my all.” I can not think of myself in any other place than my life poured out at the feet of Jesus in total devotion, giving everything to Him for all He has done in my life. Saving me from the pit of hell was alone more than I deserve. But the fact that he goes way beyond that and gets personally involved in individuals lives and gives hope, comfort, strength and great mercy when we need it is something I’ll never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Christmas, in the midst of all the buying, decorating and celebrating some may give Jesus a glance. Others may perhaps meditate on what the birth of Jesus meant. But I hope you do more. I hope you’ll find that there is no greater place to be in this life than to be poured out at the feet of Jesus. Not just at Christmas time but at all times. There you’ll find that there is really no cost and no loss. Nothing wasted. There you’ll find all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soli Deo Gloria,&lt;br /&gt;Brittnie&lt;/span&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/2337246021042075054-790215499353164937?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/790215499353164937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=790215499353164937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/790215499353164937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/790215499353164937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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for every trial&lt;br /&gt;Feeds me with the living Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lead me and keep me from falling&lt;br /&gt;You carry me close to Your heart&lt;br /&gt;And surely Your goodness and mercy will follow me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way my Savior leads me&lt;br /&gt;O, the fullness of His love&lt;br /&gt;O, the sureness of His promise&lt;br /&gt;In the triumph of His blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my spirit clothed immortal&lt;br /&gt;Wings its flight to realms of day&lt;br /&gt;This my song through endless ages&lt;br /&gt;Jesus led me all the way&lt;br /&gt;Jesus led me all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way my Savior leads me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Chris Tomlin (Hello Love Album)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-4000953528479599111?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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So I turned to the Lord God and pleaded with him in prayer and petition, in fasting, and in sackcloth and ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage so stuck out to me that I couldn’t help but write about it.  Let’s look at this together. For a little background, All Israel had transgressed God’s law and turned away, refusing to obey the LORD their God. (Dan 9:11) and because of their unfaithfulness to the LORD, He scattered them both near and far in all the countries. (vs.7) In particular God had exiled Judah to Babylon and the people were in captivity. Daniel was one of those from the tribe of Judah who had been exiled to Babylon. But Daniel, even as a young teenage boy resolved not to let the pagan culture in which he now lived to be an influence on his life as a child of God. He lived in faithfulness to his God all the days of His life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are at this passage when Daniel was old in age and we see him searching the scriptures. He is reading the prophecies of Jeremiah which tell of a 70 year captivity and he understands that the LORD will deliver His people out of captivity just as He delivered them from slavery in Egypt. Daniel understands the times. He realizes that through the Prophecies of Jeremiah and the length the people have been exiled that the time of captivity is drawing to a close and the LORD will be faithful to restore His people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Daniel, understanding the prophecies and believing in God’s soon coming restoration does something so interesting.   He turns to the LORD God and pleads to him in prayer and petition, in fasting, and in sackcloth and ashes. Amazing! Why did He do this? Why wasn’t he sitting back and carrying on with his life while waiting for Gods restoration? We see very clearly through his incredibly passionate prayer that he offers up to the LORD in verses 4-19 that he is praying for his sins and the sins of God’s people will be forgiven and he is mourning over them. The people that bore the very name of GOD had been living life their way and were not turning to the LORD and God punished them. Daniel prayed for his people to turn from their sins and return to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This raises the hair on the back of my neck. Daniel KNEW the times and he prayed and fasted for his people!&lt;br /&gt;Do we know the times that we are in? As believers are we searching scripture to understand where we are at in our day and age? In Matthew chapter 24 Jesus gives us signs of the close of the age. Jesus tells us in vs.12 that in the last days we will see an increase in wickedness and the love of many will grow cold. 2 Timothy 3:1-5 tells that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy,  heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having the appearance of godliness, but  denying its power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d say that describes our day pretty accurately, wouldn’t you? And by reading these God breathed texts what are we doing about it? Jesus says in Matthew 24:32-33 that we can learn a good lesson from the fig tree: as soon as its branch becomes tender and puts out its leaves, you know that summer is near. So also, when you see all these things, you know that he (Jesus) is near, at the very gates. Check your own spiritual pulse and the pulse of professing believers today.  Do we understand the times? Or are we still going about our daily lives unconcerned about the sin in our lives or the spreading of the Gospel and totally disconnected from the Kingdom work that is to be done before Jesus’ return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quickly reminded of Matthew 24:37-40 which says for as were the days of Noah, so will be the coming of the Son of Man. For as in those days before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day when Noah entered the ark, and they were unaware until the flood came and swept them all away, so will be the coming of the Son of Man. Let this not be us! Let us be like Daniel who searched the scriptures and understood the times and cried out to God with prayers and petitions and with fasting on behalf of their sin and let us turn to the LORD with all our hearts to be ready on the day that the Son of Man returns. The time is drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittnie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-329398997533841075?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/329398997533841075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=329398997533841075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/329398997533841075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/329398997533841075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/understanding-times.html' title='Understanding the Times'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-7762126477937105905</id><published>2008-11-05T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:32:31.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A United House</title><content type='html'>A United House by Beth Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/"&gt;(from her Blog)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved Sisters who I esteem so highly and consistently find to be part of the solution to our problems in the Church rather than the cause,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join me in praying for our President-elect Barack Obama, his wife Michelle, and his precious daughters, Sasha and Malia. Go with me before the Throne of our sovereign God and ask Him to grant wisdom from above to President-elect Obama and the indwelling presence and power of Jesus Christ. In the words of the Apostle Paul, "I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for everyone - for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. This is good, and pleases God our Savior..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please also join me in the active and deliberate pursuit of unity and purity in the Body of Christ at this historical time in our country. I implore you in Jesus Name to have zero tolerance for prejudice whether it is regarding party-affiliation, color (whether you are Black, White, or Brown), economics or the like. Disagreement is not sin. Prejudice is. Satan has plotted events and planted attitudes that, should he be successful, will result in havoc. We must not stand for his schemes or cooperate in a single way. We would severely displease God and invite untold chastisement upon Christ's Church in our nation. Speak clearly to your children and graciously but emphatically draw a line in your work places and social circles regarding your stand against prejudice of any kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus knew their thoughts and said to them, 'Every kingdom divided against itself will be ruined, and every city or household divided against itself will not stand.'" (Matthew 12:25) A united house stands. A divided house falls. The devil has much to gain. But he also has much to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the Body of Jesus Christ and we have an opportunity to show His character. This is our watch. We stand for what is right not from our feet but from our knees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I humble myself before you and make these pleas under such bold direction of God that I could not resist it nor disobey it. He made it a fire in my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and esteem you so much. Shoulder to shoulder, Dear Siestas. Let's leave not one inch for the enemy to come between us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-7762126477937105905?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7762126477937105905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=7762126477937105905' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/7762126477937105905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/7762126477937105905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/united-house.html' title='A United House'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-412230697197449675</id><published>2008-10-28T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:19:07.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Tribe, Tongue and Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revelation 5:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your blood you purchased people for God from every tribe, language, people, and nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to minister to refugees from Liberia two weekends ago. It was an incredible experience. I got a glimpse of what Heaven will be like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of videos of the people worshiping in their tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6ec75322a8d519dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6ec75322a8d519dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330282173%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50918E182CF6445D4A20C290E63859CFBA79C918.6913A52BBD66736AFFC446C2990E9460A87A85AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ec75322a8d519dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6WnsrmJIVBJgTjtm-1-s3AGFpv8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6ec75322a8d519dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330282173%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50918E182CF6445D4A20C290E63859CFBA79C918.6913A52BBD66736AFFC446C2990E9460A87A85AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ec75322a8d519dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6WnsrmJIVBJgTjtm-1-s3AGFpv8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quick clip of this awesome experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c62c1167590f2791" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc62c1167590f2791%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330282173%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74F14A6F0DA5F781C94A28AAF3C1E371E3B8BEEC.43BF2F316E81A0722A58B23D9FAFDE27CAFE25EC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc62c1167590f2791%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIXjMe5ZNHn5PuMUwwrjukDesWw8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc62c1167590f2791%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330282173%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74F14A6F0DA5F781C94A28AAF3C1E371E3B8BEEC.43BF2F316E81A0722A58B23D9FAFDE27CAFE25EC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc62c1167590f2791%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIXjMe5ZNHn5PuMUwwrjukDesWw8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the day of us joining together our brothers and sisters from Liberia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SQdjFjvyLXI/AAAAAAAACLA/ohpZpw27KvM/s1600-h/DSC04867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SQdjGW_cp8I/AAAAAAAACLI/reFtywhZEL8/s400/DSC04886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262283650507777986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-412230697197449675?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6ec75322a8d519dd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c62c1167590f2791&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/412230697197449675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=412230697197449675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/412230697197449675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/412230697197449675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/every-tribe-tongue-and-nation.html' title='Every Tribe, Tongue and Nation'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SQdjFjvyLXI/AAAAAAAACLA/ohpZpw27KvM/s72-c/DSC04867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-498326531347949286</id><published>2008-10-23T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:05:41.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel Wars</title><content type='html'>Every so often I'll look out in the back yard and see a big pile of leaves that have covered the ground just beneath one of our big trees. I just saw a new pile of them this morning! These are fresh green leaves with the limbs still attached. They aren't dead leaves that are falling due to the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we came home from a trip and noticed all the leaves on the ground and we wondered if it could have been some kind of big storm that blew through and knocked down all the leaves or..... lightening maybe that struck the tree and sent leaves sailing to the ground??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do  have tons of squirrels in our back yard and I have thought that maybe it could be them. But they are small and don't look like they could cause much damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL I saw this and then realized....COULD IT BE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SQDm1UeJOiI/AAAAAAAACGo/sZg6kTEz5To/s1600-h/Squirrel+Wars1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SQDm1UeJOiI/AAAAAAAACGo/sZg6kTEz5To/s400/Squirrel+Wars1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260458168471337506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SQDkaKeevWI/AAAAAAAACGg/S22Afivtg5w/s1600-h/Squirrel+Wars.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-498326531347949286?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/498326531347949286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=498326531347949286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/498326531347949286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/498326531347949286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/s.html' title='Squirrel Wars'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SQDm1UeJOiI/AAAAAAAACGo/sZg6kTEz5To/s72-c/Squirrel+Wars1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-6687149204403889326</id><published>2008-10-22T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:06:32.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for a break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Psalm 69:13-18 (The Message)&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-13609" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; And me? I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, it's time for a break! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   God, answer in love!&lt;br /&gt;   Answer with your sure salvation! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-13610" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; Rescue me from the swamp,&lt;br /&gt;   Don't let me go under for good, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Pull me out of the clutch of the enemy;&lt;br /&gt;   This whirlpool is sucking me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-13611" class="sup"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; Don't let the swamp be my grave, the Black Hole&lt;br /&gt;   Swallow me, its jaws clenched around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-13612" class="sup"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; Now answer me, &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, because you love me;&lt;br /&gt;   Let me see your great mercy full-face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-13613" class="sup"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; Don't look the other way; your servant can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;   I'm in trouble. Answer right now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="en-MSG-13614" class="sup"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; Come close, God; get me out of here.&lt;br /&gt;   Rescue me from this deathtrap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-6687149204403889326?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6687149204403889326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=6687149204403889326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/6687149204403889326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/6687149204403889326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-time-for-break.html' title='It&apos;s time for a break!'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-99169001943881869</id><published>2008-10-17T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:21:36.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote</title><content type='html'>I'm not catholic, but this video that the Catholics put together to encourage their people to vote is very powerful and should be seen by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/61wj4tJICcc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/61wj4tJICcc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-99169001943881869?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/99169001943881869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=99169001943881869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/99169001943881869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/99169001943881869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/vote.html' title='Vote'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-7924276176276550980</id><published>2008-10-16T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:57:12.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission</title><content type='html'>Very early Saturday morning, a team of about 17 people are headed to Georgia to minister to a large group of refugees from Liberia. Will share more details later, but would you be praying for us?  I am super pumped to be able to go and love on these people and share the gospel. What could be cooler than that? hope to post about it all when we return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-7924276176276550980?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7924276176276550980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=7924276176276550980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/7924276176276550980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/7924276176276550980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/mission.html' title='Mission'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-6637490549314256677</id><published>2008-10-16T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:51:40.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is changing</title><content type='html'>Something is changing. I don't have a clue what it is....but something is definitely changing. Both my husband and I can sense it. I know most definitely that we are under a spiritual attack and have been for some time. And I am certain that it is regarding some major changes that we are making in our family in order to honor God with EVERY aspect of our lives and to seek first the Kingdom of God. These changes are an offense to the kingdom of Hell and the adversary won't allow us to continue with out a big fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at the same time that is taking place, there is something else happening that I can't put my finger on. Something more. There have been several situations/circumstances that have come about recently that have caused some kind of stirring in my heart that I don't know how to communicate in words right now. I don't know if it is about me personally, or our family, or one of our ministries or if He is gearing us up for something else. Hmmm....not sure. But, God is up to something. REALLY up to something. So, I am earnestly praying for discernment and for us to be fully prepared when ever God reveals what He is working on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-6637490549314256677?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6637490549314256677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=6637490549314256677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/6637490549314256677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/6637490549314256677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-is-changing.html' title='Something is changing'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-9161291612955974177</id><published>2008-10-14T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:28:30.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday marked 9 months since my dad's passing. How insane is that? Something that happened just a few short months ago....yet seems so long ago. Even though I can rejoice of his salvation, all those memories of the moments leading up to his death are such a bitter pill to swallow. Can I press on? Sure. Will it be easy? Absolutely not! My heart still aches and grieves for the emptiness that I feel inside of not having my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to imagine a life without my heavenly Father in the absence of my earthly one! Thank you so much LORD for your presence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-9161291612955974177?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9161291612955974177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=9161291612955974177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/9161291612955974177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/9161291612955974177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/9-months-yesterday.html' title='9 months yesterday'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-5979173569883949087</id><published>2008-10-14T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:03:08.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer</title><content type='html'>I have to share this story. Yesterday while making supper, I turned around to put something on the table and in my kitchen window stood a deer glaring right at me. It terrified me! I screamed, nearly wetting my britches. Thought that I was going to throw up until I realized that my husband was the culprit. He had his target deer that looks JUST like a real deer and was holding it up in the window to spook me. It looked so real though! We do have deer occasionally so it wasn't totally unrealistic for there to be a deer in the window, but then the kitchen window sits up about 10 feet from the ground, so it would have to be a GIANT deer to be able to peer through the window. Either way, bad husband! Bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have giggled about this throughout the day as I have been startled a number of other times when looking out one of the windows to our back yard  and seeing a "deer" leaning up against the tree where my husband left him. How many times am I going to be scared by that thing every time I see it! It throws me for a loop every time! Maybe I ought to get out my man's bow and shoot that thing!  LOL!  Thank you LORD for some laughter today! I desperately needed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-5979173569883949087?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5979173569883949087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=5979173569883949087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/5979173569883949087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/5979173569883949087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/deer.html' title='Deer'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-4049777959146615484</id><published>2008-10-08T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:08:55.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing</title><content type='html'>To long to hold a child you've yet to meet. Yearning to love someone that you don't even know. How are these things possible? Only the LORD can put such desires in my heart. How long LORD do we wait? Where is she? How do we know where to find her? &lt;span id="en-NLT-14034" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;, you know the hopes of the helpless. Surely you will hear their cries and comfort them. &lt;span id="en-NLT-14035" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You will bring justice to the orphans and the oppressed, so mere people can no longer terrify them. (Psalm 10:17-14) Please show us the way soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-4049777959146615484?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4049777959146615484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=4049777959146615484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/4049777959146615484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/4049777959146615484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/longing.html' title='Longing'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-3180000315985166508</id><published>2008-10-03T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:36:26.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with the men in my life</title><content type='html'>It has been far too long since I have spent time with the men in my life.  Ministry has pulled me away from them a lot lately, and I can't tell you how excited I am to snuggle up to all 3 of them while watching IRONMAN and slamming M&amp;M's till we're sick tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-3180000315985166508?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3180000315985166508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=3180000315985166508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/3180000315985166508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/3180000315985166508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-with-men-in-my-life.html' title='Time with the men in my life'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-5321667067357658967</id><published>2008-10-03T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:33:13.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise 150</title><content type='html'>Can not wait til Praise 150 this Sunday night!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SOadR4j2MoI/AAAAAAAACBY/uSHpGLEzDN0/s1600-h/Praise_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 579px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SOadR4j2MoI/AAAAAAAACBY/uSHpGLEzDN0/s400/Praise_150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253058945940337282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-5321667067357658967?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5321667067357658967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=5321667067357658967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/5321667067357658967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/5321667067357658967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/praise-150.html' title='Praise 150'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/SOadR4j2MoI/AAAAAAAACBY/uSHpGLEzDN0/s72-c/Praise_150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337246021042075054.post-6130746760542698730</id><published>2008-10-03T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:35:51.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blog</title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;br /&gt;I have a ministry blog and a family blog and a Sunday School blog. I guess I should have one for just my self, right? Hope to find this as a place to just spill my heart. &lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittnie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337246021042075054-6130746760542698730?l=blw-myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6130746760542698730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2337246021042075054&amp;postID=6130746760542698730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/6130746760542698730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2337246021042075054/posts/default/6130746760542698730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blw-myheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-blog.html' title='Another Blog'/><author><name>Brittnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901994577079852162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXshJkPFspg/TR-42ITwZgI/AAAAAAAAC0I/DbED9yyPdfw/S220/Brittnie%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
