<?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-9034152749648535840</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:20:10.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing to Walk</title><subtitle type='html'>“Woman, where are those accusers of yours? Has no one condemned you?” 
11 She said, “No one, Lord.” 
And Jesus said to her, “Neither do I condemn you; go and sin no more.” 

John 8:10-11</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-4864293037106176252</id><published>2011-05-20T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:29:10.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be in that aisle</title><content type='html'>I have made a startling discovery. I am not sure I am pleased about it.&lt;br /&gt;Except that I have this sort of exposed but healed feeling about it, like how it feels when you are sick and once the poison removes itself from you, you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for it??? Ok...I don't shop for clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're thinking how did we go from poison to clothes...roll with me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shop for home goods. Napkins, spatulas, dishes, (coffee mugs are a fav). I shop for stationary, I look at design pieces and appliances and say to my shopping friend (my mom) 'That would be great if you had a house and three kids...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok blog girl, I don't get it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a single woman who spends her time working and going to church. Why do I always find myself in the homegoods aisle? Why am I buying for a life I don't have...yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would make more sense to buy hair products and makeup. Accessories and flowey tops. Shoes (this one hurts, because I love the look of gorgeous shoe). But sadly, I buy everything but. Greeting cards I buy (for other people), books that I can't ever seem to start reading because when I have the time to read, I always want to read the Bible. I buy the necessity's and feel really productive when I pick out a Burts Bees tinted Lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did a healthy 32 year old end up acting so disinterested in herself !? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong. I get that I can be any kind of girl I want to be. I am just floored, I don't engage in the finding of her. I understand that women love to design and basically make a home. But God in HIS infinate wisdom and care has uncovered a spot of poison in my soul. I am afraid to live a different part of my life. The part that is unsafe. You see, I am safe with coffee mugs. I am safe with spatulas. They don't change who I am based on what they see. &lt;br /&gt;I am not safe when the jeans don't fit (and I know it) I am not safe when I know I will have to take the time in investing in myself regardless of the outcome. That is when I get scared. What if they don't like me? What if the world rejects me? I think it would just be easier to buy a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of love that about GOD. You can't go back when He goes forward. I so badly want to camp and HE just says, 'lets go!' One thing I know for sure, He will take the greatest care in me as we journey and I will look back one day and think, 'wow we traveled far, look how far Jesus.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to walk with HIM. Even in the scary places, the faith places. Maybe our valleys are those places where your flesh and every attack comes out and says, 'you're not any different, you're not going anywhere,' I've walked long enough with Jesus to KNOW...we get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things in life that are the most phenomenal are the priceless...I know we all know. But, I could save and travel the world. I could buy ANYTHING if I saved the money, but I can't make someone fall in love. How excruiatingly beautiful it is to realize its out of your grasp, because its worth more than money can be measured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the things I want in life are connected to the choices I make now. But maybe not. Nothing is promised in life. I am not promised friends or a family or children. All that I really have as assurance is the LORD. HE IS MY PORTION. That must be what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My flesh and my heart may fail,&lt;br /&gt;but God is the strength of my heart&lt;br /&gt;and my portion forever. ~Psalm 73:26&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-4864293037106176252?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4864293037106176252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=4864293037106176252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/4864293037106176252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/4864293037106176252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2011/05/ill-be-in-that-aisle.html' title='I&apos;ll be in that aisle'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-6734089009248122050</id><published>2011-01-06T13:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:36:57.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Personal signatures - cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI5NDM*OTY5NDE4NCZwdD*xMjk*MzQ5ODE1NzYyJnA9MjY4MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1iOTI5NTI3OTNiOTc*/Njc1OTNhNzljNWE1MzgxMGNiYyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;TEXTAREA_ID&lt;br&gt;&lt;a border=0 href="http://www.gigyamailbutton.com/wildfire/gigyamailbutton.ashx?url=aHR*cDovL3dpbGRmaXJlLmdpZ3lhLmNvbS93aWxkZmlyZS93ZnBvcC5hc3B4P21vZHVsZT1lbWFpbCZ1cmw9aHR*cCUzYSUyZiUyZm15bGl2ZXNpZ25hdHVyZS5jb2*lMmZtbHNfd2l6YXJkMV82bi5waHA=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.gigya.com/wildfire/i/includeShareButton.gif" border="0" width="60" height="20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-6734089009248122050?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6734089009248122050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=6734089009248122050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/6734089009248122050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/6734089009248122050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2011/01/free-personal-signatures-cool.html' title='Free Personal signatures - cool!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-6247735052057730340</id><published>2010-12-16T16:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:24:42.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I celebrate CHRIST!</title><content type='html'>Some waited, some didn't know to wait.  Some didn't know to care to wait.  But waiting was happening all the while.  And the time came for the ONE to set HIS feet on the soil of HIS earth.  The very picture of GOD HIMSELF in human form, this child came.  Interesting HE came as a child.  Jesus tells us, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven." (Matt 18:3)  He grew, He taught, He flipped tables (literally and figurativly) and ultimately gave HIS LIFE.  Why do I celebrate Christmas?  Because I celebrate CHRIST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-6247735052057730340?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6247735052057730340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=6247735052057730340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/6247735052057730340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/6247735052057730340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-celebrate-christ.html' title='I celebrate CHRIST!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-4455125127933347574</id><published>2010-12-16T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T15:57:22.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD!</title><content type='html'>I am going to rant...its a warning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is my blog and I can...&lt;br /&gt;(share things I can't on Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't think its because I am afraid to be honest, sometimes honesty can hurt and I don't want to hurt, the very thought of the hurt is what makes me so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mad that Christmas Church Dinners cost big $$ to get into, the very ones that can't afford are probably the ones who need to go the most.&lt;br /&gt;I am mad that Christmas eve services are at the latest, 5pm...hello?  Most get off work at 5pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mad overall at the lack of feeling that seems to be paired with those that opt out of these events.  They may not have the money or time to get there, yet, why do these events go on with out thought to those that want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I checked, the whole church was the whole church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather have a dessert open house than a catered dinner, if I knew every one of my sisters and brothers was there, and I would rather stay till midnight if I knew every one that wanted to be there for Christmas eve service could be.  Obviously my gift is not administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-4455125127933347574?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4455125127933347574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=4455125127933347574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/4455125127933347574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/4455125127933347574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2010/12/mad.html' title='MAD!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-1327352933979725698</id><published>2010-04-13T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:14:42.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Home</title><content type='html'>I did not grow up with a father, although I have an exceptional mother and never really felt the void.  But a dad has that sort of strength, leadership that keeps a daughter in line (mama tried).  He tells you, "No you are not going out tonight" or "You will &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; be hanging out with them."&lt;br /&gt;I got that feeling today, it was unmistakable.  I was about to purchase a book that I don't feel was wrong for me to read,  but in light of recent events in my life (post for another time) my emotions and sensories were a bit raw and I felt my Father saying, "Don't go wandering, I want you to stay home."  Stay in the Court, in the Palace, I don't want you going out and wandering.  I was a little perplexed by it, but slowly I followed His words, put the book down and walked out of the store. &lt;br /&gt;There will be times I walk out in life with the Kings armor on and still my Father will be with me.  He will never leave me nor forsake me, I will forever be my Fathers daughter. But for this season, I was not to leave the presence of the King.  I am thrilled about that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-1327352933979725698?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1327352933979725698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=1327352933979725698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/1327352933979725698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/1327352933979725698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/stay-home.html' title='Stay Home'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-7281678242186088829</id><published>2010-04-07T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:02:47.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe this is what Dry is?</title><content type='html'>I have heard christians use the phrase "dry season" before, but I don't think I knew what it meant.  Now I may have an idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went thru my Bible Study homework like it was just that, homework.  It was as if I was doing my English homework.  And when I closed the workbook, my heart sank because I felt like I had brushed my hand over the Bible cover, but had not let my study take root.  And I felt parched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of Bible Study, if we are not letting the study change us?  If we don't allow the Breath of GOD to read over us, who wouldn't be dry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new experience for me, and I hated it.  I felt so ashamed that I had such a casual time in study, I am going to go over my homework again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things that came to mind as to why this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;I was preoccupied&lt;br /&gt;I didn't prepare and pray and allow GOD to focus me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the scriptures I take in to be like billboards I see on the freeway.  Fleeting and barely there in my memory.  I want them to be rooted in my heart and spirit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-7281678242186088829?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7281678242186088829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=7281678242186088829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7281678242186088829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7281678242186088829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-this-is-what-dry-is.html' title='Maybe this is what Dry is?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-1468284491533896882</id><published>2010-04-06T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:39:49.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random things about me!</title><content type='html'>Ok - here is my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I absolutely hate to go to the gas station. I will put off filling up my car for as long as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I get goose bumps at the thought or sound of someone brushing their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to be interviewed! Any questionnaire is fun to me, hence I am very pleased right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I ALWAYS think of what I really wanted to say, about a half hour after the moment is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I do not have a middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I dislike slang terms like "preggers" and loud rappers that yell at award shows, "make some noise!" Please don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Secretly I wish I had been born into a ranch family that has a southern homestead. Somewhere deep inside I think I want to be a southern belle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a huge fear of snakes (this could make # 7 a problem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I really do want to follow the rules, I don't like making mistakes and I want to figure out the puzzles. I feel odd when I don't do well at something. but I never take it in when someone compliments me for doing something well. (INSECURE MUCH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I like to twirl in skirts, I always have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I have always loved Bible stories. The Ten Commandments has been one of my favorite movies since I was a child. What child enjoys The Ten Commandments - I did and do still to this day. (Although, I still can't stay up to watch the whole thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I capitalize odd words that I think are important. For example: Bible Study, Joy, Forgiveness, Church, Worship, and I write GOD in all capitals - I even pray it that way sometimes as in Capital GOD! I think that if I capitalize them, people will see that they are important. I am also in Love with using the "!" I end almost every sentance with it!!! (Oh and I write side notes in parenthesis - a lot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have full length conversations/speeches with and to GOD anywhere I can get away with it. This includes when I am putting on my makeup, walking in the Grocery store, in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I am the question Queen when it comes to study. I actually get thrilled at the thought of Doctrine and Theology. I could talk for hours about the Bible and History of the Bible. I find it exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My brother is 20 years older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I have a dream of going to Jerusalem (and a HUGE fear at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I have to see the Rockette's perform every Thanksgiving day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I have a hard time swallowing vitamins (I have to chew a multi vitamin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I have to engage my mind while doing physical little tasks. Meaning, I have to talk to GOD when I am walking, or day-dream while jogging. Write a to do list while watching T.V. or have a conversation while cooking dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I have an unhealthy love of Strong cheeses (Parmesean in my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I love the movie "The Passion of the Christ" I don't always watch all the parts, but I watched it for the first time 2 years ago when GOD spoke thru it to me and so it is very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I love green veggies (Broccoli, Asparagus and Brussel Sprouts are my favorites)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I have to pray before I eat anything (including snacks)&lt;br /&gt;      NO - I get to pray before I eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I have a bizarre desire to move to Texas! I don't know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I am genuinly suprised when I don't win the lottery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I am bestfriends with my mom. She is the best! GOD gave me the greatest mom and I love her. HE knew we would be a great fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. (Oops, I overshared,  I like Questionaires - did I not Explain this Earlier!?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-1468284491533896882?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1468284491533896882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=1468284491533896882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/1468284491533896882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/1468284491533896882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random things about me!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-4322100997154914061</id><published>2010-04-06T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:56:18.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will speak !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, Lord, look on their threats, and grant to Your servants that with all boldness they may speak Your word, 30 by stretching out Your hand to heal, and that signs and wonders may be done through the name of Your holy Servant Jesus.” (Acts 4:29)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am in a Easter slump!  Well, let me clarify.  Not so much a slump about Easter but more an immeadiate attack during and after Easter.  I have walked with the LORD now long enough for HIM to share with me that attacks happen and my voice should praise the LORD when they do because Jesus said they would.  It dosen't make it easier though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted Easter to be joy filled - but I was anxious and apprehensive.  I wanted my feet to be dancing, but I was always aware that I was not quite there emotionally.  I feel like I let Easter go by without properly celebrating it.  And that saddens me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOD knows my heart and I know HE loves me and that is why this prayer of boldness from John and Peter is so special.  It's not saying these things will never happen, in fact we know better than that, but rather 'grant to Your servants that with all boldness' I would be able to speak the name of Jesus.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The greatest thing the enemy could hope to accomplish is to snuff out my fire and silence my tongue from saying the name of Jesus.  And he has tried.  inserting images in my mind when I go to say the name of Jesus in hopes that I will give up.  I WILL NOT!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The name of Jesus will be on my lips forever...and when I walk into Heaven and see His face I will hug HIM and say HIS name with JOY!  Jesus!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-4322100997154914061?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4322100997154914061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=4322100997154914061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/4322100997154914061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/4322100997154914061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-will-speak.html' title='I will speak !!!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-207600503818487919</id><published>2010-03-27T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:48:58.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was He thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/S67b6cEoMJI/AAAAAAAAALs/X39H6O6QlDw/s1600/IMG_0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/S67b6cEoMJI/AAAAAAAAALs/X39H6O6QlDw/s200/IMG_0252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453537995806748818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh it's been awhile since I have been on.  Just thought I would take a minute to get these rusty fingers a chance again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palm Sunday is tomorrow, and it fell afresh on me last night, how Jesus might be feeling on this day of the week.  Not yet riding into Jerusalem on a colt, He had probably just raised Lazarus from the dead and was attending the dinner in His honor.  And when the woman poured expensive perfume on His feet and wiped it with her hair...how must the emotions of what it meant felt to the LORD? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did He smile at her with a shade of heartache in His eyes?  Did fear pulse through His veins?  We're you on His mind?  Was I?  It thrills me and causes me to be still to imagine that warm evening in Bethany, where my LORD reclined, receiving the fragrant offering of sacrifice, that ultimately pointed to His Sacrificing His life for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us soak in the very presence of GOD this week and take in everything Jesus did for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26702"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;Greater love has no  one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.  John 15:13&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/9034152749648535840-207600503818487919?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/207600503818487919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=207600503818487919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/207600503818487919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/207600503818487919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-was-he-thinking.html' title='What was He thinking?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/S67b6cEoMJI/AAAAAAAAALs/X39H6O6QlDw/s72-c/IMG_0252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-1153794339082414957</id><published>2009-09-11T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:15:44.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Friday</title><content type='html'>A few random thoughts this friday, that I thought I'd share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women of Faith Conference tonight in Anaheim; really excited to go.  I have never been and would have not been able to attend had a woman not given me four (4) free tickets - YES 4 FREE tickets - Bless you Janet!  And Thank You God - pictures to follow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I start Boot Camp the next morning; yes Boot Camp!  I am officially going to start working out, something I HATE to do.  But health is a factor, I have put on an extra 30 lbs, and not because I am having a child anytime soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I switched banks this week.  It feels like I am starting school, needing all different papers and such.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I start Women's Bible Study in two weeks; Esther (thx Siesta Mama).  It will be the first year I am a group leader.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am contemplating highlights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have discovered a new found love for GH (General Hospital).  Although this came as a shock to me, I think it pleases my mom ever so much. (She is a 30 year watcher).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are your random thoughts?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-1153794339082414957?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1153794339082414957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=1153794339082414957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/1153794339082414957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/1153794339082414957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-friday.html' title='Random Friday'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-6932775867831663430</id><published>2009-08-06T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:31:52.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Snshg0UwOtI/AAAAAAAAALA/_aogMDPhKMU/s1600-h/business.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366920228627299026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Snshg0UwOtI/AAAAAAAAALA/_aogMDPhKMU/s200/business.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brothers are a special gift! I have a brother who is older than me by 20 years, but I can't tell you the mystery it is to think of my mom (who was single with both of us) to have a unique relationship with him. He is always a picture of someone I find facinating and I would be lying if I didn't want to be like him every now and agian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was blown away the other day watching my nephew(12) with his little sister (10). You see, my niece is a singer - she LOVES to sing and has a great voice as well as a wonderful stage presence. It also helps that she has no fear and just goes for it, but I'm getting off course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At every chance, she will sing a few songs for whomever will listen; this off course drives my nephew banana's. "If I hear one more Taylor Swift song..." he will threaten, and who can blame him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I noticed the other night, when she was singing for him, myself and their grandmother and she blanked on the words - who knew the next line? He did. Who sat quiet the other night at a BBQ and let her sing? He did? He supports her by his gentle way and lets her be who she is. How she will benefit as a woman from that support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I want to hear it for the brothers that are supportive in both words and actions. Now I am not saying they are still not going to call each other names and tell on each other. But let's encourage our youth - and if you see them naturally possessing a spirit of giving and love towards their sibling, embrace it and encourage it. They as men and women will benefit from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-6932775867831663430?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6932775867831663430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=6932775867831663430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/6932775867831663430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/6932775867831663430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/08/god-bless-brothers.html' title='God Bless Brothers'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Snshg0UwOtI/AAAAAAAAALA/_aogMDPhKMU/s72-c/business.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-1010117539234758444</id><published>2009-06-15T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:44:18.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A healthy fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SjlU4KusKrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UkcfitXKRbc/s1600-h/01.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348399356408769202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SjlU4KusKrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UkcfitXKRbc/s200/01.5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other night, I was invited to a bonfire at the beach near where I live. It was a birthday party for a friends' daughter - she was turning 13! Right at the end of the night, all the kids grouped together on the sand talking and, well, let's be honest texting! Can you believe it - I don't even own a cell phone, but anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had one lantern and the glowing embers of a fire that had burned for most of the evening as our light. The rest of my surrounding were dark. The moon seemed to light enough to show the outline of the waves rolling in. It was then that I felt it, the presence of God. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SjlU45Okb1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/7KrMt8Js5OQ/s1600-h/wave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348399368890511186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SjlU45Okb1I/AAAAAAAAAKY/7KrMt8Js5OQ/s200/wave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this time the presence was that of His largeness, His strength, His power. In that moment of seeing the undisturbed ocean of dark against the darker sky, I felt small and I'll be honest a little freaked out. Like "Perfect Storm" freaked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very vastness of natural creation and His workmanship was before me but it was a feeling of it being untamed, that was a little scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The power of God is untamed, and very real. We always like to focus on the love of the LORD - which is just as immeasurable, you see, He is balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untamed, unashamed LOVE/ Untamed, uncomprehensible POWER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348399363208600498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SjlU4kD5W7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dO6AVYIn3DA/s200/1e0657_med.jpg" /&gt;I heard a Pastor say once, &lt;strong&gt;"The wheels of God's judgement turn slowly, but they grind thouroughly,"&lt;/strong&gt; (Jon Courson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a thought! I somehow like that statement even though it scares me. I felt that feeling that night - that God is Love, but God is powerful, God is just. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes the gift of Grace even more stunning.&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/9034152749648535840-1010117539234758444?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1010117539234758444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=1010117539234758444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/1010117539234758444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/1010117539234758444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/healthy-fear.html' title='A healthy fear'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SjlU4KusKrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UkcfitXKRbc/s72-c/01.5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-932091039996599258</id><published>2009-06-10T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:14:33.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth Moore Simulcast</title><content type='html'>OK, I realize this is shameless and frankly if anyone reads this, they probably live in Texas and can't do anything about it - but here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SjBA1A_R_BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FcBM0-bfIEc/s1600-h/Beth%2520Moore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345844037231442962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SjBA1A_R_BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FcBM0-bfIEc/s200/Beth%2520Moore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are hosting the Beth Moore Simulcast at my church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capo Beach Calvary &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 28th-29th 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tickets are only 25.00 *and that includes everything., yummy snacks, beverages, childcare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Tickets go up to 35.00 after July 17th, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone reading this is located in the south Orange County area of California, please don't miss out on this event. This will be a wonderful time of fellowship, worship and in-depth Bible study. If you have any questions, please email me (on my profile page).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SjA-A9O_8HI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5GFzmF9SPV8/s1600-h/big_way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345840943847174258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SjA-A9O_8HI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5GFzmF9SPV8/s200/big_way.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's nothing like the written Word of God for showing you the way to salvation through faith in Christ Jesus, Every part of Scripture is God-breathed and useful one way or another- showing us truth, exposing our rebellion, correcting our mistakes, training us to live God's way. Through the Word we are put together and shaped up for the tasks God has for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Timothy 3:16-17 The Message&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you Ladies, and I hope you can make it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-932091039996599258?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/932091039996599258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=932091039996599258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/932091039996599258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/932091039996599258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/06/beth-moore-simulcast.html' title='Beth Moore Simulcast'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SjBA1A_R_BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FcBM0-bfIEc/s72-c/Beth%2520Moore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-3851535280753949264</id><published>2009-04-22T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:01:34.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last second grace</title><content type='html'>I drive the freeway every morning and every evening - what fun! Actually it is more stressful and weird than I ever imagined. And given the fact that you have a bunch of people going 65, er, 75mph (who are we kidding) trying desperately to get to their destinations first, it makes for a circus of ego's and brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Se-u21amAhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pG4u7U2pJ_o/s1600-h/freeway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327669141277377042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Se-u21amAhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pG4u7U2pJ_o/s200/freeway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Orange County, CA, we take our driving seriously - no cut ins, no merging; if you could not figure out that you were meant to be in the right lane way back when we did (I'm not going to let you pull in front of me back there either) you sure are not going to cut in front now! It's a wonder we have a nervous system left at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while driving I came up to my exit and noticed that someone cut right in front of me. AGHHH! I made my annoyance known to them by inching up, yes I realize this is a non-christian thing to do, you'd be wise to imagine my horror when I know I have sped past someone angrily and know that the last thing they are going to see on my car is not only my fish but my dove as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO AS I SAY, NOT AS I DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and this "bad" driver were just about the place the exit separates from the freeway and this car zooms in front of them. They, I am sure were bitter and mad (maybe it's just me) but for some reason, the ultimate GPS; God. Plain. and. Simple, spoke to my heart and said, &lt;em&gt;life is like a highway,&lt;/em&gt; wait, no that's Rascall Flatts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously, we are all going towards heaven and some of us cruise, and some speed, and for some, right when we take the &lt;strong&gt;Eternity Heaven&lt;/strong&gt; off ramp, choose to refuse those who realize at the last minute, that is their exit. In essence His question was clear and gentle, "Do you want to be the girl who keeps them from getting in your lane simply because they hadn't figured it out until then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be someone that is able to slow down enough (safely - if actually on road, metaphors and driving don't always go together) to make sure that anyone and everyone who in that last second wants to go, gets to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD KNOWS, there will be no other way for me to become this person without Him, but my sincere prayer is that my need for salvation for others becomes more important than my need for speed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-3851535280753949264?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3851535280753949264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=3851535280753949264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/3851535280753949264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/3851535280753949264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-second-grace.html' title='Last second grace'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Se-u21amAhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pG4u7U2pJ_o/s72-c/freeway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-8377285423445364415</id><published>2009-04-21T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:45:51.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cast down your crown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Se30hZ4i9NI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o3fjjG_heS0/s1600-h/crown.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327182788970083538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Se30hZ4i9NI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o3fjjG_heS0/s200/crown.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, well, well; beauty pageants can be fun. A wonderful tradition of poise and glamour, we revel in the whole, well, for lack of a better word, pagentry of it all. Women, who are beautiful and beautifully coifed floating around the stage in glitzy, stunning gowns hoping that all of their hard work and MONEY (gulp!) will be worth it and they can all of a sudden hear the runner-up's name called and tear up, startled, as they get to put that beautifully designed crown atop their head. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh to be a beauty queen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This must have been Carrie Prejean's dream - Miss California, who had everything going for her &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Se30hBxmrCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kN294HvrApg/s1600-h/california.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327182782498516002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Se30hBxmrCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kN294HvrApg/s200/california.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(including the feathered dress, love it!) But alas, her destiny came down to a loaded question by a biased judge who had no intention of judging fairly. And she lost. But wait, did she really lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“By having to answer that question in front of a national audience, God was testing my character and faith. I’m glad I stayed true to myself,” Fox News quoted her as saying.&lt;a href="http://www.thaindian.com/newsportal/entertainment/miss-usa-runner-up-god-was-testing-my-faith-with-gay-marriage-question_100182636.html"&gt;http://www.thaindian.com/newsportal/entertainment/miss-usa-runner-up-god-was-testing-my-faith-with-gay-marriage-question_100182636.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I applaud you Carrie; it is refreshing to have someone who regardless if I agree with (I just happen to) &lt;em&gt;HAS&lt;/em&gt; the character to stand up and give a "big girl" answer. At the end of the day, she knows where she stands and who she stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 25:23 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;23"His master replied, 'Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master's happiness!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They lay their crowns before the throne and say: 11"You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they were created and have their being." Revelation 4: 10b-11.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we lay our crowns down, literally for the sake of the truth of our king, there is no losing in &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Se38F_NM-9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/sCXfa83Q8Vs/s1600-h/blue-jesus-christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327191114045520850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Se38F_NM-9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/sCXfa83Q8Vs/s200/blue-jesus-christ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His sight. And no losing in ours. Sure she would have loved to have done the job of Miss USA and in my opinion sending a candidate to the Miss Universe pageant that speaks her mind with class and dignity in lieu of opting out of making a stand on any issue, would be refreshing. Not to mention the fact that she spoke with such care and kindness. Class and dignity are hard to come by these days, she possessed both. Shame on those who pass up kindness in search of "open mindedness," when it dosen't line up with their agenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't fret, Miss California, even though you will cast your crown before the LORD because of His brillance and beauty beyond compare, and gladly so, I am pretty sure He will give you a beautiful crown to adorn your head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To watch the full interview, see below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5tZbga2Iz8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5tZbga2Iz8&lt;/a&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/9034152749648535840-8377285423445364415?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8377285423445364415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=8377285423445364415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/8377285423445364415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/8377285423445364415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/cast-down-your-crown.html' title='Cast down your crown'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Se30hZ4i9NI/AAAAAAAAAIg/o3fjjG_heS0/s72-c/crown.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-3320707488245311809</id><published>2009-04-16T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:59:28.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning vs. warming</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325349017444792546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Sedwt2nFuOI/AAAAAAAAAII/dkZ9nsZ2rKI/s200/heart-on-fire-screensaver-screenshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's been burned? And who has felt the warmth of God's love and just the hint of light from the firework's show He can produce when things go &lt;em&gt;right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want the the fireworks...and the warmth! I'm done with getting burned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a die-hard "Dancing with the stars" watcher, I can't help it. I have danced in my earlier years and along with the choreography and the songs, not to mention the costumes, I love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other night, Shawn Johnson performed a rumba with Mark Ballas, that, well was wonderfully romantic and beautiful. And left something to the imagination, gasp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Sedv-ffQLHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FERJ-5Q1neg/s1600-h/Shawn-and-Mark--Craig-Sjodin-768877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325348203784055922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Sedv-ffQLHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/FERJ-5Q1neg/s200/Shawn-and-Mark--Craig-Sjodin-768877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judge Len Goodman appropriately spoke up saying, "The rumba is a bit like a fire, it can warm and it can burn, and for me sometimes the rumba's are too hot, but I think you got this just right."&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uuqe0pGFnXM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uuqe0pGFnXM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrie-Ann, however harped on the idea that she was uncomfortable because she was young and thus she didn't dance it well because she lacked that romance. Shame on you Carrie-Ann! Romance is a story, and it never looks the same. It can differ in so many ways, and I for one am with Len, I appreciated the fact that it was romantic and not sex in heels and sequins.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SeduIRbnq3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/cEzDU_3WdoI/s1600-h/82387a78-00f9-1afb-c69d-4888a09b68b5-news_fb_BTWB_BarackObama_MichelleObama_Ebony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325346172786158450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SeduIRbnq3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/cEzDU_3WdoI/s200/82387a78-00f9-1afb-c69d-4888a09b68b5-news_fb_BTWB_BarackObama_MichelleObama_Ebony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing how some view romance as sex, and some view romance as relationship. I am one that embraces the latter. Romance is such a beautiful story that reaches beyond the intimacy, it reaches into so many aspects of our lives. Friendship, companionship, respect, loyalty, peace, trust. Those are feelings I want in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SedxFGmad1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3zAURHEfY04/s1600-h/0,,6354884,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325349416873916242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SedxFGmad1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3zAURHEfY04/s200/0,,6354884,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I truly was blessed by someone speaking up for the subtly of romance; think of how wonderful t.v could be if we left so many things unseen and to the imagination. How many times must we be burned by the world before we realize we want the warmth that comes from the true definition of the word love - God! He is the only one, with holy fire that can warm us, yet burn away the bad and ignite us without consuming us. Hallelujah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-3320707488245311809?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3320707488245311809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=3320707488245311809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/3320707488245311809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/3320707488245311809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/burning-vs-warming.html' title='Burning vs. warming'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/Sedwt2nFuOI/AAAAAAAAAII/dkZ9nsZ2rKI/s72-c/heart-on-fire-screensaver-screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-7295856919258056822</id><published>2009-04-03T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:07:04.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grown up girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320606101140223186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SdaXDyg9NNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pHGN-OJfczg/s200/2008_birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Well tomorrow I turn 30 - and I thought I would jot down some things I have learned over the years, and know-that-I-know:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. God is real and sees me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Jesus was flesh, God in the flesh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Pumpkin pie for breakfast is NEVER BAD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. BBQ is the best meal I have ever had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Dogs are angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Family is crucial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Love is harder than I thought, but oh how worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. People are almost never "worrying or spending time wrapped up in me" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. The mountains own a piece of my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. My mom is human, and I love her anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. Work is work for a reason; it is meant to stretch us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Friendships take time, and patience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Knowledge is power, power is not always knowledge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. The bible is not just a book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. Dreams are attainable, but prayer must come first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. Laughter is the best medicine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. I am my Heavenly fathers child, and boy, does He love His Girl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. I will make it; I have the LORD with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. Worrying wastes time and energy, why waste something I'm low on anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;20. Life is meant to be lived, and what better way to live, than to give.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My prayer is that for this time on I will work on some new hurdles:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. To trust God with my heart and let Him direct my path of relations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. To be a good steward of my time, money, energy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. To be bold in the places where the threat of insecurities pop up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's to the next 30! And even more, in Jesus name!&lt;/em&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/9034152749648535840-7295856919258056822?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7295856919258056822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=7295856919258056822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7295856919258056822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7295856919258056822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-grown-up-girl.html' title='Happy Birthday Grown up girl'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SdaXDyg9NNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/pHGN-OJfczg/s72-c/2008_birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-4315751340200081411</id><published>2009-03-11T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:49:09.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Dreamin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312051011140452354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SbgyQAvIAAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EmQJm1IzUVg/s200/IMG_5282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;California ! What images come to mind when you hear that word? Sun, beach, surfing, palm trees, warm breezes, sunsets, tans? Most consider California to be a postcard, literally, of paradise. Well I have been a resident of California for half of my life now ( I was born and raised in Southern Oregon and we moved to Southern California when I was 15 - and I will be 30 in April.) And I have found something ironic about the paradise we encounter everday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hardly ever see it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our days begin with waking up early (too early) and making our way to the freeway, fighting other cars full of anxiety and starbucks to get in the lane that will get us to where we have to be sooner. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SbgyPmeNtMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z3oQiqL9le4/s1600-h/51795302_DSCN8330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312051004090201282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SbgyPmeNtMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/z3oQiqL9le4/s200/51795302_DSCN8330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We work all day, maybe not, probably not doing what we really wish we could do and find ourselves yet again on the same freeway going home hoping to catch the magnificent painting of God across the sun-setting sky. Don't get me wrong, when I catch the sight of the full white clouds against the blue sky above me or the full moon lighting my otherwise darkened kitchen before bed, I am joyful and peaceful inside. But what struck me was in all this working to live where it is &lt;em&gt;this beautiful, &lt;/em&gt;we rarely get to enjoy the beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong, people work all over this world&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SbgyP5RnXaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iDF6JAkkoec/s1600-h/Beautiful%2520Earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312051009137630626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SbgyP5RnXaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iDF6JAkkoec/s200/Beautiful%2520Earth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and work hard, probably harder than we do sometimes, I just find it ironic that we work to afford the life to live here and why is that, because somebody put a cost on the beauty and said you had to make this much every month and pay this much for rent. And don't even get me started on mortgages...Who can afford paradise? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I personally want to not forfeit my peace for the price of paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes so much time to labor here, we labor to live around things we may not see everday. Oh how I pray God will help me enjoy the beauty of my surroundings.&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/9034152749648535840-4315751340200081411?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4315751340200081411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=4315751340200081411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/4315751340200081411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/4315751340200081411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/california-dreamin.html' title='California Dreamin&apos;'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SbgyQAvIAAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EmQJm1IzUVg/s72-c/IMG_5282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-7110092161068392156</id><published>2009-03-09T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:44:39.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth revisiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/jeremiah-2911.html"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this a little odd, posting something like this on a blog called "Choosing to Walk," but actually, in the context that I formatted this blog, it is perfect.With God, I am choosing to walk with, and through everything!Please watch this incredible video: &lt;a title="blocked::http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtweZxNGk1Y" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtweZxNGk1Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be one of the most important 8 minutes you will ever spend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-7110092161068392156?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7110092161068392156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=7110092161068392156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7110092161068392156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7110092161068392156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/03/worth-revisiting.html' title='Worth revisiting...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-6968134757344313025</id><published>2009-02-26T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:21:39.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Siesta's</title><content type='html'>BEAUTIFUL CHRISTIAN SISTER by Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man should have to seek Him first to find her.&lt;br /&gt;When I say... I am a Christian I'm not shouting I'm clean livin¢. I'm whispering I was lost, now I'm found and been forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;When I say... I am a Christian I don't speak of this with pride. I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;When I say... I am a Christian I'm not trying to be strong. I'm professing that I am weak and need His strength to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;When I say... I am a Christian I'm not bragging of success. I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.&lt;br /&gt;When I say... I am a Christian I'm not claiming to be perfect. My flaws are far too visible, but God believes I¢m worth it.&lt;br /&gt; When I say... I am a Christian I still feel the sting of pain... I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.&lt;br /&gt;When I say... I am a Christian I'm not holier than thou. I'm just a simple sinner who received God's good grace, somehow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-6968134757344313025?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/6968134757344313025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=6968134757344313025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/6968134757344313025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/6968134757344313025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-my-siestas.html' title='To my Siesta&apos;s'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-7269265480737062607</id><published>2009-02-23T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:34:17.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed fist, open hand...</title><content type='html'>Well, I loved the Oscars last night! Not to mention Hugh Jackman (love those Aussie's).&lt;br /&gt;The glamour, the talent and the show - WHAT A SHOW!!!! But I have to say my most memorable moment was the speech for the winner for Original Screenplay: Dustin Lance Black for MILK.&lt;br /&gt;Here is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna thank my mom, who has always loved me for who I am even when there was pressure not to. But most of all, if Harvey had not been taken from us 30 years ago, I think he'd want me to say to all of the gay and lesbian kids out there tonight who have been told that they are less than by their churches, by the government or by their families, that you are beautiful, wonderful creatures of value and that no matter what anyone tells you, God does love you and that very soon, I promise you, you will have equal rights federally, across this great nation of ours."&lt;a href="http://www.insidesocal.com/outinhollywood/2009/02/dustin-lance-blacks-acceptance.html"&gt;http://www.insidesocal.com/outinhollywood/2009/02/dustin-lance-blacks-acceptance.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice, he separated the behavior of the church from God Himself. How refreshing? Why, because very often the "church" does not show the actions and love Jesus spoke of. Very often the "church" is self-righteous, arrogant and hateful (I know because I am part of the church, and my heart has gone to these places at different times, I am not exempt.)&lt;br /&gt;But to have this young, talented man stand there and say, God does love you; made me so happy, because it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now will I vote differently, for same-sex marriage - no. Why? Because I was saved by my savior Jesus and Jesus was sent by His father, the Almighty God who was as well on that cross. And my Heavenly Father says that Gay and Lesbian activity is a sin. But He doesn't hate His children, He hates SIN!&lt;br /&gt;"Sin isn't bad because it is forbidden, it is forbidden because it's bad." I heard Jon Courson speak one day and it makes sense. God is not hating us and keeping things from us, He is protecting us because His love for us is deeper than any definition of love we could come up with.&lt;br /&gt;My Father in Heaven loves me and you, and if He loves me enough to save me, no matter what, why would I stray from His commandments?&lt;br /&gt;But my life is meant to be lived with a closed fist, open hand mentality. I cling tightly to the beliefs and truth of the LORD. The truth that set me free. But I love and treat all others as potential brothers and sisters in the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I once was lost, but now I am found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-7269265480737062607?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7269265480737062607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=7269265480737062607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7269265480737062607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7269265480737062607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/02/closed-fist-open-hand.html' title='Closed fist, open hand...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-3943132452726270112</id><published>2009-02-10T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:29:51.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking this morning, all while I felt down-trodden beyond belief, "Who am I?"  Meaning, what do I like, love even?  What are those things in life that make me smile and feel good, and why do they always seem a country mile away from me?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made a list and even though I realized this is something none of you need to read, somethings just need to be put in print, er, blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Jeans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Flowers (especially sunflowers, roses and lilacs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Horses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Guitars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Trucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Dogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Books&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Old Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Bamboo windchimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Photographs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Potlucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Playing good music, LOUD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Writing/receiving letters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Italian food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Mexican food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Green grass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Porches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. American flags&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. River rocks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Warm, quiet summer days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know who made these my special loves in this order?  My LORD!  I trust Him so; I have never been in love so for me it is taking awhile to fall in love with Jesus as I hear others say it, but that's OK.  God knows me and Jesus knows we are on this walk together.  And He is Patient and He is Kind.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-3943132452726270112?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3943132452726270112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=3943132452726270112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/3943132452726270112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/3943132452726270112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-8410355072012845429</id><published>2009-01-27T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:50:17.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave the politics to Anderson Cooper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SX87QsZWMkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IeQMw1ttBgk/s1600-h/dr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296016844792410690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SX87QsZWMkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IeQMw1ttBgk/s200/dr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking this morning about a conversation my mom and I had last night concerning politics. She was saying how dicussing issues so detailed and definitly made her nervous; she just like to trust. I, of course am the type of girl who likes to investigate as best I can and then have a definite opinion. But in light of her opinion, I've thought of some ways that she may have the right idea:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- More time to live the life God gave YOU to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Less stress for you and those around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Knowing God is sovereign, and that NOTHING is a guess for Him. Everything is going the way He planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- More time and energy to be of use to your community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- More time and energy to pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A chance to reflect on your life and see if you are doing the very best you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as far as I can see, I can still have an opinion and be informed, but obsessed? I think I'll leave that to CNN and Anderson Cooper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-8410355072012845429?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8410355072012845429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=8410355072012845429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/8410355072012845429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/8410355072012845429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/leave-politics-to-anderson-cooper.html' title='Leave the politics to Anderson Cooper...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SX87QsZWMkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IeQMw1ttBgk/s72-c/dr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-4729032464320711268</id><published>2009-01-22T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:35:45.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day to dream on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SXjYGOtm-II/AAAAAAAAAF4/a-TX9NURtdw/s1600-h/261519138_e6c25bdc90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294218963514226818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SXjYGOtm-II/AAAAAAAAAF4/a-TX9NURtdw/s200/261519138_e6c25bdc90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Achy bones and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;headaches and tears keep seeping out,&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get through this wall,&lt;br /&gt;I give anything for a pink wrecking ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how did he do this?&lt;br /&gt;That thief, who is now a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;I see him, I hear his voice&lt;br /&gt;and my insides wretch with brokeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hug Leah, Hagar as well,&lt;br /&gt;Any woman whoever felt unloved.&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is even the loved&lt;br /&gt;have their pain that is unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my days are like theme parks,&lt;br /&gt;Up and away, falling down fast.&lt;br /&gt;One day this will be hard to recall.&lt;br /&gt;I dream of that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Written By: M.Summer 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-4729032464320711268?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4729032464320711268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=4729032464320711268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/4729032464320711268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/4729032464320711268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-to-dream-on.html' title='A day to dream on'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SXjYGOtm-II/AAAAAAAAAF4/a-TX9NURtdw/s72-c/261519138_e6c25bdc90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-7878018263527456663</id><published>2009-01-13T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:50:02.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my King Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SWz-W_LWV_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/6eQg1QxBIm8/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290883333123102706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SWz-W_LWV_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/6eQg1QxBIm8/s200/jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You are the only One,&lt;br /&gt;That touches me completely through.&lt;br /&gt;A spring of joy and confidence,&lt;br /&gt;Wash over my tired bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how my steps detour&lt;br /&gt;From the ones we’ve taken together.&lt;br /&gt;But I see you there; standing&lt;br /&gt;And we are walking together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can the windows in this dwelling place&lt;br /&gt;Open immediately with the warm whisper of your breath?&lt;br /&gt;How does my heart leap at the healing,&lt;br /&gt;It has received instantaneously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realize the reality of your ways&lt;br /&gt;And the truth of your words,&lt;br /&gt;My mind can believe what my heart, soul and spirit already know,&lt;br /&gt;You are the Son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: M. Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-7878018263527456663?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7878018263527456663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=7878018263527456663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7878018263527456663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7878018263527456663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-my-king-jesus.html' title='For my King Jesus'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SWz-W_LWV_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/6eQg1QxBIm8/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-5413256299471437405</id><published>2009-01-12T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:08:06.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremiah 29:11</title><content type='html'>I find this a little odd, posting something like this on a blog called "Choosing to Walk," but actually, in the context that I formatted this blog, it is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God, I am choosing to walk with, and through everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch this incredible video: &lt;a title="blocked::http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtweZxNGk1Y" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtweZxNGk1Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It will be one of the most important 8 minutes you will ever spend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-5413256299471437405?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/5413256299471437405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=5413256299471437405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/5413256299471437405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/5413256299471437405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/jeremiah-2911.html' title='Jeremiah 29:11'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-4531843224373322438</id><published>2009-01-08T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:02:53.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dare you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SWZ8qYFA3aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wcXzEFuX8Ko/s1600-h/47_cowboy_hat_w_rose_lg.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289051879853055394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SWZ8qYFA3aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wcXzEFuX8Ko/s200/47_cowboy_hat_w_rose_lg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Well I am excited. I want to tell everyone that I now have another blog in addition to "choosing to walk" and it is called Daring Daughter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Daring Daughter is going to be a blog for telling of the wonderful bravery and strength of the women of the bible (I do not believe it is an accident that God placed women where He did in the bible) and also the strength and bravery of women today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SWZ8p1dDbdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/igChbG74qu4/s1600-h/01.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I am really thrilled! I feel like this is just an incredible place to be excited about being a girl and love that God created you and me for a very special reason and what an adventure that can be all by itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I hope you will check it out - Here's to you, Daring Daughter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SWZ8p1dDbdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/igChbG74qu4/s1600-h/01.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289051870558645714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SWZ8p1dDbdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/igChbG74qu4/s200/01.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://daringdaughter.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://daringdaughter.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-4531843224373322438?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4531843224373322438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=4531843224373322438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/4531843224373322438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/4531843224373322438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dare-you.html' title='I dare you...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SWZ8qYFA3aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wcXzEFuX8Ko/s72-c/47_cowboy_hat_w_rose_lg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-8034120406119805493</id><published>2008-12-31T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:52:06.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, old problems...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SVu-DEZH6UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6ojOjtPwWBE/s1600-h/calendar_clip_art-755266.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286027547577411906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SVu-DEZH6UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6ojOjtPwWBE/s200/calendar_clip_art-755266.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been thinking, I know, always a bad idea! But every time the New Year celebration rolls around, do we not always say this year will be different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can it be though, if we are going into it with the same problems?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't that what crazy is - doing the same thing expecting different results? I would like to suggest we stop thinking of fixing everything ourselves and let the LORD do it in His time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He being the utmost and Creator of the heavens and the earth, still does not overwelm us in the fixing. Yet we seek as a people to pack on the plate of issues to be fixed and then just want it done right away. What an interesting breed we are!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't I just lose this weight? RIGHT NOW! Can't we just fall back in love? IMMEDIATLEY! Can't he be mine? FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder, no, I'm pretty sure God is asking, "Can't you just hold on, who do you trust?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, I think we are more comfortable in the dysfunction of trusting ourselves; we are downright shaky when it comes to trusting the father. And let's face it, He knows the ropes. He made 'em! Our ways to get things done, flat out don't work. We need the LORD to show us; He has shown me, it may not be A,B &amp;amp; C, but rather, C, B &amp;amp; A. That may be the process of uprooting the pain and sadness. That may produce the good fruit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SVu-4e-KgEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L4v_Vdg2FGs/s1600-h/01.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286028465245159490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SVu-4e-KgEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L4v_Vdg2FGs/s200/01.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SVu-4e-KgEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L4v_Vdg2FGs/s1600-h/01.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let us take every day for what it is this year and first off trust the One who created, came and died, beat death in ressurection and is alive and active right now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wants so badly to love on us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't we let Him?!&lt;/em&gt;&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/9034152749648535840-8034120406119805493?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/8034120406119805493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=8034120406119805493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/8034120406119805493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/8034120406119805493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-old-problems.html' title='New Year, old problems...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SVu-DEZH6UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6ojOjtPwWBE/s72-c/calendar_clip_art-755266.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-3610708131124967594</id><published>2008-12-22T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:51:31.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It occurred to me yesterday as I was listening to Travis Cottrell sing “Annie’s song,” the LORD DOES fill my senses. As I took a walk on a trail that edges the Pacific Ocean, I realized how breath taking the world is through the gifts of my senses. Senses that are gifts to me from my heavenly father; so much so, I thought I would take a moment and share a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· The fragrance of a fresh Christmas tree; what I call “green perfume” (like Marilyn in the Misfits)&lt;br /&gt;· The sight of snow, so undisturbed and clean, as if God just laid out a white perfect blanket down for all to see. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SU_zhfvsIEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/97jSkE8QrNo/s1600-h/IMG_5610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282708644711637058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 4px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 7px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SU_zhfvsIEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/97jSkE8QrNo/s200/IMG_5610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SVAZsFMWZzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/u7v_vPRokyg/s1600-h/Picture+316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282750608004507442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SVAZsFMWZzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/u7v_vPRokyg/s200/Picture+316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;· The touch of the felt patchwork stocking my mom made for me.&lt;br /&gt;· The sight of a rushing river, moving rapidly and smoothly against river rocks.&lt;br /&gt;· The taste of a peppermint candy cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· The sight of Christmas lights glowing all around a tree.&lt;br /&gt;· The sound of thunder, a little scary, but mostly amazing and powerful.&lt;br /&gt;· The aroma of chocolate chip cookies being baked to give as gifts.&lt;br /&gt;· The sight of White Christmas on my television.&lt;br /&gt;· The sound of O Holy Night.&lt;br /&gt;· The sight of the perfect shade of green, one that comes when the sunlight shines through a leaf on a tree.&lt;br /&gt;· The sweet and tart taste of cranberry sauce. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SU_zgeaC5FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gSuDF9Eiwh0/s1600-h/3bells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282708627172549714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SU_zgeaC5FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gSuDF9Eiwh0/s200/3bells.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·The sound of bells; any bells. Little tinkle bells, big ol’ church bells, or sleigh bells.&lt;br /&gt;· The sight of Christmas wreath’s on doors.&lt;br /&gt;· The fragrance of hot apple cider.&lt;br /&gt;· The warm and magical touch of the Santa Ana winds.&lt;br /&gt;· The sound of Christmas carolers.&lt;br /&gt;· The sight of the Nativity, grand scale or home-spun.&lt;br /&gt;· The touch of a crackling fire, warming my chilled skin.&lt;br /&gt;· The sight and sound of a four-man band playing carols at the entrance of the boardwalk. All the while taking in the sight of the sun dancing on the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;· This next one practically takes all senses, but is a tradition and love of mine. Going to see the Nutcracker Ballet. The colors, the music, the art of dance. It is like dessert for the eyes and ears.&lt;br /&gt;· The fragrance of good food, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole and sweet potatoes, Oh my and don’t forget pumpkin pie.&lt;br /&gt;· The sound of my mom saying Merry Christmas on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;· The aroma of fresh brewed coffee on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;· The smell of fresh air, anywhere. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SU_zgjYMpuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_vc0HczpMrI/s1600-h/mrk_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282708628506978018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SU_zgjYMpuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_vc0HczpMrI/s200/mrk_017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· The sound of a note being reached in perfect harmony.&lt;br /&gt;· The sight and sound of Clydesdale horses; all horses for that matter. (I’m a girl with that horse – love thing). But there is something about them galloping in the snow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the last thing I want to note is not a sense, as in the 5 senses; but I do believe it is a sense of God and His nearness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· The hope I have in my heart. For dreams to come, for memories to savor, for present moments to be handled with care and love. I love that at this time of year, I feel that the LORD gives me that sense of Joy and Peace and that He is present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-3610708131124967594?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3610708131124967594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=3610708131124967594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/3610708131124967594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/3610708131124967594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2008/12/senses.html' title='Senses...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SU_zhfvsIEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/97jSkE8QrNo/s72-c/IMG_5610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-3630695209835479184</id><published>2008-12-12T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:24:24.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay attention to the break-through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SUMAfZh_5PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7G7Q36MdoFs/s1600-h/architecture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279063727637783794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SUMAfZh_5PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7G7Q36MdoFs/s320/architecture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have recently gone through what I would catagorize as an earthquake. Not the kind that is reported on the news with a richter scale number, because frankly, mine would be off the charts. No, this was a soul earthquake, and I feel the LORD allowed it. You see He wanted to shake that which could be shaken, to leave that which could not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or I should say who could never be shaken. The rock on which I stand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was living in a wrong state of my mind. One that was depressive, critical of myself and just all around dillusional. And that is not the life He has planned for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in the break-through He gave me, would you believe I kept trying to return to the sadness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like a human.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to not only experience the rawness of the break-through's with the LORD, but I want to pay attention to the rebuild that follows. Oh how dear and close I want our relationship to be and how many times do I wonder if I rush right past HIM so fast, because I've got places to go..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me father to pay attention to the break-through. So that the rebuild can be real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/9034152749648535840-3630695209835479184?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/3630695209835479184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=3630695209835479184' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/3630695209835479184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/3630695209835479184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2008/12/pay-attention-to-break-through.html' title='Pay attention to the break-through'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SUMAfZh_5PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7G7Q36MdoFs/s72-c/architecture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-7575320993569089296</id><published>2008-12-10T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:20:26.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SUBXcLNw7sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wMjgPOwn5SE/s1600-h/NightWithStars.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278314904836697794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SUBXcLNw7sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wMjgPOwn5SE/s320/NightWithStars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Star light, Star bright..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In my studies of the word of God over the years I had remebered hearing about how God told Abraham that He would make his decendants like the stars in the sky; the sand on the shore - too numerous to count. So imagine my surprise when I go on vacation to southern Oregon, and God shows me personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I went up just recently to the area of my upbringing, Jacksonville/Ashland Oregon area. Beautiful place, in my opinion, stunning picture of God's creation. One of the things I was so excited about doing while up there is attending the Applegate Christian Fellowship. I listen regularly to Pastor Jon Courson and Ben Courson (Peter-John Courson just happens to be my Pastor here in So. California, so lucky!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The friends I was staying with lived right across the street from the church (DO NOT think residential, this is a country road up from the church; country, country, country!) I decided to go to church one night by myself and after they dropped me off they said call us when you need a ride home(I unfortunatley did not know there number, OOPS!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So I decide to walk home. In the dark, no, I mean the DARK. No city lights allow for some darkness in the country, but I set out in the stillness. Half way up the road I realized two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A) I might scare an animal; which made me now walk a smidge faster and start praying out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and B) when I looked up I could see the stars clearer than I ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Here is what blew my mind, there were so many stars I could see clearly, but behind those bright diamonds was a blanket of stars so small, they looked to be like sand on the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278313819234405554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SUBWc_CAjLI/AAAAAAAAADs/PVxg4OoJAmY/s200/51795302_DSCN8330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And then it hit me, this verse I had remembered hearing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hebrews 11:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 And so a whole nation came from this one man who was as good as dead—a nation with so many people that, like the stars in the sky and the sand on the seashore, there is no way to count them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I had originally thought this was in Genesis, but last night in my homework of the Patriarch's (Beth Moore) God confirmed the miracle which He had shown me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And what a sight, right then on that walk, I still was a little freaked out by a possible animal in the dark, but honestly, I couldn't take my eyes off the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I couldn't stop looking at my God. The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob and how He was communicating with me!&lt;/span&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/9034152749648535840-7575320993569089296?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7575320993569089296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=7575320993569089296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7575320993569089296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7575320993569089296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2008/12/starry-sky.html' title='Starry Sky'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SUBXcLNw7sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wMjgPOwn5SE/s72-c/NightWithStars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-7949709424069185612</id><published>2008-12-09T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:50:36.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An email worth posting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/ST8ENT6AeaI/AAAAAAAAADM/wjnPdPQMIkc/s1600-h/IMG_5265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277941915029895586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/ST8ENT6AeaI/AAAAAAAAADM/wjnPdPQMIkc/s200/IMG_5265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BELL&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHO I AM&lt;br /&gt;I am God's child (John 1:12)&lt;br /&gt;I am Christ's friend (John 15:15 )&lt;br /&gt;I am united with the Lord (1 Cor. 6:17)&lt;br /&gt;I am bought with a price (1 Cor 6:19-20) I am a saint (set apart for God). (Eph. 1:1) I am a personal witness of Christ. (Acts 1:8) I am the salt &amp;amp; light of the earth (Matt 5:13-14) I am a member of the body of Christ (1 Cor 12:27) I am free forever from condemnation ( Rom. 8: 1-2) I am a citizen of Heaven. I am significant (Phil 3:20) I am free from any charge against me (Rom. 8:31 -34) I am a minister of reconciliation for God (2 Cor 5:17-21) I have access to God through the Holy Spirit (Eph. 2:18) I am seated with Christ in the heavenly realms (Eph. 2:6) I cannot be separated from the love of God (Rom 8:35-39) I am established, anointed, sealed by God (2 Cor 1:21-22 ) I am assured all things work together for good (Rom. 8:28 ) I have been chosen and appointed to bear fruit (John 15:16 ) I may approach God with freedom and confidence (Eph. 3: 12 ) I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil. 4:13) I am the branch of the true vine, a channel of His life (John 15: 1-5)&lt;br /&gt;I am God's temple (1 Cor. 3: 16). I am complete in Christ (Col. 2: 10)&lt;br /&gt;I am hidden with Christ in God (Col. 3:3).. I have been justified (Romans 5:1) I am God's co-worker (1 Cor. 3:9; 2 Cor 6:1). I am God's workmanship (Eph. 2:10) I am confident that the good works God has begun in me will be perfected. (Phil. 1: 5) I have been redeemed and forgiven ( Col 1:14). I have been adopted as God's child (Eph 1:5) I belong to God Do you know Who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The LORD bless you and keep you;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD make His face shine upon you&lt;br /&gt;And be gracious to you;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD turn His face toward you&lt;br /&gt;And give you peace... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-7949709424069185612?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7949709424069185612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=7949709424069185612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7949709424069185612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7949709424069185612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2008/12/email-worth-posting.html' title='An email worth posting...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/ST8ENT6AeaI/AAAAAAAAADM/wjnPdPQMIkc/s72-c/IMG_5265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-7742717551161661484</id><published>2008-12-09T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:27:24.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to chew on…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/ST7-stqcnwI/AAAAAAAAADE/pP3Yaiwpg34/s1600-h/old-fashioned-christmas-dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277935857450131202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/ST7-stqcnwI/AAAAAAAAADE/pP3Yaiwpg34/s200/old-fashioned-christmas-dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just recently, I heard of a Christmas dinner being held to give people a chance to relax and treat themselves during this hectic holiday season. Now first off, I am leaving this loose and with hardly any details, because, I think this happens a lot and the last thing we need to do is point and blame. This is just something we should all be aware of.&lt;br /&gt;What grabbed my attention is that the tickets for this event were A) limited, and B) $25.00/per person and $15.00 for children under 12. Now one question sprang to mind and one concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Question: What on earth are they serving?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And concern, during this financially difficult time (which for some did not just start, a lot of people try not to live out of their means and have had to sacrifice events before this financial downfall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are they really going to exclude the very people this would be a blessing for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the single woman who would like a beautiful and safe place to go so that she could get all dolled-up? But does not have the money right away and when she does, her ticket is gone. What about the family who needs a breather from the stress of how to pay for the holidays? But can’t afford this? It seems to me it is excluding the very people it should include.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that if one is going to plan an event, one should make sure that everyone can attend. If that means it has to be scaled down from fancy catering to old-school potlucks, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in all fairness, I am sure they didn’t set out to exclude, but these things never happen obviously; let us not be a people that ignore the subtly of traps and be smart in our caring. When Jesus fed the multitudes in John 6:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10Jesus said, "Have the people sit down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could have just giving thanks to the father for the loaves and fishes and then thrown it out to crowd and let them divvy it up. Quite frankly the LORD would have still provided. Because that is what He does.&lt;br /&gt;But I think Jesus shows us a picture of calmness and thought when He says this. Let us follow and have the heart to give, but the mind to be aware and organized.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the poorest person you will meet in a day just needs time or thought. We love and serve a God who has (Thank you LORD) EVERYONE in His sight. He sees the starving orphan, the crippled soldier, the homeless man, the locked-up juvenile, the struggling family, the broken marriage, the addicted woman, the heartbroken woman. He sees all faces, catches all tears. But I for one do not want to miss an opportunity to be part of a blessing for whoever needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not my job to decide who receives blessing; it is my privilege to possibly be part of that blessing.&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/9034152749648535840-7742717551161661484?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7742717551161661484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=7742717551161661484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7742717551161661484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7742717551161661484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-to-chew-on.html' title='Something to chew on…'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/ST7-stqcnwI/AAAAAAAAADE/pP3Yaiwpg34/s72-c/old-fashioned-christmas-dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-1601337774167760634</id><published>2008-10-29T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:35:43.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scriptures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;These were a few scriptures given on the LPM blog by siesta’s sharing what scripture the LORD gave them in their morning time.  I loved the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one of your favorite verses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Timothy 3:16 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;16All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt; 5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart        and lean not on your own understanding;&lt;br /&gt; 6 in all your ways acknowledge him,        and he will make your paths straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 4:9-10 (English Standard Version)&lt;br /&gt; 9 "Only take care, and keep your soul diligently, lest you forget the things that your eyes have seen, and lest they depart from your heart all the days of your life. Make them known to your children and your children’s children— 10how on the day that you stood before the LORD your God at Horeb, the LORD said to me, 'Gather the people to me, that I may let them hear my words, so that they may learn to fear me all the days that they live on the earth, and that they may teach their children so.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 27:2 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt; 2 Let another praise you, and not your own mouth;        someone else, and not your own lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus 2:11-14 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt; 11For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men. 12It teaches us to say "No" to ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright and godly lives in this present age, 13while we wait for the blessed hope—the glorious appearing of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ, 14who gave himself for us to redeem us from all wickedness and to purify for himself a people that are his very own, eager to do what is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-1601337774167760634?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1601337774167760634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=1601337774167760634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/1601337774167760634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/1601337774167760634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2008/10/scriptures.html' title='Scriptures...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-1971840113627039665</id><published>2008-10-16T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:42:20.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SPd8Tf-bRZI/AAAAAAAAABU/ts-XEUY5gHk/s1600-h/IMG_4917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257807764421035410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SPd8Tf-bRZI/AAAAAAAAABU/ts-XEUY5gHk/s200/IMG_4917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How beautiful, the sound of women dialoguing about the one who has saved all of us and loves forever. In my bible study at church, we are going through &lt;strong&gt;The Patriarchs: Encountering the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob by Beth Moore. &lt;/strong&gt;The thing that blows my mind is the feeling of being part of a group of women that are there because they want to be. We talk, ask questions, laugh hysterically (I mean hysterically) and just enjoy this freedom of BIBLE STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for the love you have for women! And thank you Mary Magdalene for being one who had the bold love to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying is one of my things! I crave it. Not to say I can’t get busy and let time fly by, but when I connect and get into the word and have questions for the LORD (who always meets me), I could sit all day at the feet of Jesus and just soak in the truth. At those special times, I know my LORD and I know each other.&lt;br /&gt;My sisters in Christ and I know and are known by the father.  Collectivly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"For all who are being led by the Spirit of God, these are sons of God... The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God." (Romans 8:14, 16).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the daughters of God; and he loves us. It is beautiful to know you and I matter to the Creator and Possessor of the Heavens and the Earth. And that we are not &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; allowed but encouraged to study, ask questions, ponder and dialogue with the Father.&lt;br /&gt;I love my group and I anticipate the weeks to come.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus, for knowing what my heart needed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-1971840113627039665?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1971840113627039665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=1971840113627039665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/1971840113627039665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/1971840113627039665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-beautiful-sound-of-women-dialoguing.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SPd8Tf-bRZI/AAAAAAAAABU/ts-XEUY5gHk/s72-c/IMG_4917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-2658560553085606604</id><published>2008-08-30T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:51:30.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we talk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I have been considering lately what to write about in my next post. But in my truest attempt to be a good work steward, I realize I have no time at work to blog (Bummer). But actually, just like with anything that GOD does, he uses this time for another revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I had an idea I had to blog on and expand on, I noticed that my inability to post it right away lead me to finding my mind change with ideas and new thoughts. You see, we all have the opportunity to dialogue with GOD all day if we want to. It is not just a one moment message we have to focus on and can’t move forward from until we get it right. New things pop up all the time. Further more I find the different ideas GOD reveals to me seem to fit together in the stronger lesson being learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lucky we are as followers of Christ to talk with the creator. We have these moments as believers to feel for a moment I believe, the reality of Christ when he was on earth. We are a new life alive in Christ and so the holy spirit within us along with the reconciliation of Christ dying for us on the cross instead of us facing our own sins (see Jon Courson Searchlight – “The Great Switcheroo”) we now can dialogue with the father, perhaps the way that Adam and Eve did before the fall and the way Christ did when he was on this earth. What an amazing thought, we can have a perfect connection with GOD. Asking questions and relaying wonderment. You see, with the LORD, he already knows all of your days; Psalm 139: 16 says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eyes saw my unformed body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;All the days ordained for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;were written in your book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;before one of them came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, and here is the beauty, even though he knows the outcome,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE STILL WANTS THE SEARCH…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Search me, O God, and know my heart; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;test me and know my anxious thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;(Psalm 139:23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows ALL things, beyond what we even could know could be known. The concept is gorgeous. But in all that the lord knows, he wants to experience the newness and the adventure with us. He wants to see our excitement and catch our tears. He wants to walk the path with us. The Word of God (Bible) is the inspired (God- breathed) written voice of GOD. Thy word is a lamp onto my feet and a light unto my path, Psalm 119:105 says. He tells us, he lights our path, but his steps want to walk the path he lights, just to be with us. Just to be with you, just to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my hope is that in this specific time on the Kingdom Calendar, where the focus can tend to be on what can &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; learn and how fast can &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; teach it to someone else, we might just stop and love the fact that we are conversing with the creator of time and space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives a whole new meaning to, &lt;em&gt;“Can you hear me now?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-2658560553085606604?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2658560553085606604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=2658560553085606604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/2658560553085606604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/2658560553085606604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-been-considering-lately-what-to.html' title='Can we talk?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-7514871841089599255</id><published>2008-08-19T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:44:04.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, yes I am obsessed...</title><content type='html'>Two words. Michael Phelps. Unbelievable success for this 23 year old at the Olympics this year in Beijing (not to mention, he's a cute as a button). What has me in awe is how God's creation in Michael had such a determined purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Michael is 6'4"; he has a arm span of 6'7"(this trivia staggered my nine year old niece, "wait, what do you mean?!). But this is the part that gets me, his legs are that of a 6' man, but his torso is that of a 6'8" man. Both knees and ankles ard double jointed as well as his toes (this is why he can wrap them around the starter platform)&lt;em&gt; I mean, come on that is detailed design.&lt;/em&gt; My point is this, besides the fact that I like talking about him, is that his &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;natural design had a distinct purpose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Folks, God does NOT guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching a special DVD series done by our beloved Beth Moore, called Measureless Love. In this, she showed us that the planets, the stars, our bodies our designed by the LORD with incredible precision and thought. &lt;em&gt;The measurement God took in creation and the measureless love he has for us&lt;/em&gt;. God designed us and the purpose we would have with what he gave us. He does not just "wing it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps to me is a kingdom illustration as to how the father creates; BIG, powerful and purposeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I need to know I will be taken care of in a situation. That doesn't mean I need someone to do everything for me, but if I don't sense safety or thought in the process, most likely I don't participate. Knowing that my LORD not only knows me but delights in planning out the very wonderfulness he wants for me, makes me giddy. Makes me love him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love with the adventure, love him like no other. He is the one and ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139:13-16(New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/bg_versions/bgclick.php?what=10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/bg_versions/bgclick.php?what=26"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/bg_versions/bgclick.php?what=2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 For you created my inmost being;&lt;br /&gt;you knit me together in my mother's womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 My frame was not hidden from you&lt;br /&gt;when I was made in the secret place.&lt;br /&gt;When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 your eyes saw my unformed body.&lt;br /&gt;All the days ordained for me&lt;br /&gt;were written in your book&lt;br /&gt;before one of them came to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-7514871841089599255?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7514871841089599255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=7514871841089599255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7514871841089599255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/7514871841089599255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-yes-i-am-obsessed.html' title='OK, yes I am obsessed...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9034152749648535840.post-1470341339906927969</id><published>2008-08-19T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:36:13.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday, August 19, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="6771050386544199665"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGdQXghM6g0/SKrnvLrEOZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/R4jEzAZMoYs/s1600-h/IMG_1921.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dreaming again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first post of my brand new blog; I have to say I am so excited. I would not have known how or if it was even possible to have a blog if it weren't for my friendly siesta's out there pointing me in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also comes at a time of new beginnings for me. I am charting a new course with the LORD in which I know I am embracing my reality and looking forward to my dreams coming true.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the line, I let the enemy lead me to believe that those dreams were not for me and to settle. And when the LORD closed the doors to events I was settling for (he can shut doors no one can open, and open doors no one can shut), I just felt alone and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11 states and has been a verse very near to my heart, although now it has taking on a whole new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;With this divine participation I am invited in to with the King, my life is in his hands and my dreams are ideas in waiting. And I get to be a part of it. My God and I.&lt;br /&gt;And those situations that look pretty but are just traps in waiting, he will cut away all the while providing me with what I truly need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this forum and I am excited to see what will be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, WELCOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9034152749648535840-1470341339906927969?l=choosingtowalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1470341339906927969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9034152749648535840&amp;postID=1470341339906927969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/1470341339906927969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9034152749648535840/posts/default/1470341339906927969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://choosingtowalk.blogspot.com/2008/08/tuesday-august-19-2008-dreaming-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09588268008612513356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hHBHJteL4/TlatEsYw0FI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ho5Tv-YsyOU/s220/Molly%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
