<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3631888986433662246</id><updated>2026-04-11T23:12:05.036+12:00</updated><category term="Faith"/><category term="Earthquake"/><category term="Life"/><category term="Creativity"/><category term="New Zealand"/><category term="Blogging"/><category term="Mental Health"/><category term="Art"/><title type='text'>Adulcia - Beneath the Surface</title><subtitle type='html'>Looking deeper into life and faith.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-6472702640674282479</id><published>2026-03-15T18:26:12.372+13:00</published><updated>2026-03-15T18:26:23.780+13:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Art"/><title type='text'>Light of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunlight from the stained glass window pools across the carpet in front of the altar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watercolor and ink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/6472702640674282479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2026/03/light-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/6472702640674282479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/6472702640674282479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2026/03/light-of-world.html' title='Light of the World'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_JsCxYkX91Yb8OTqimLdIvqX6ydT-1C6mzHgA8Cr5MPy3DFa-MA3_jahDz0v3-3VqnhgWUfGxLhEtKQoeBD7yyoIg8ud8RVozF_FMvc5PZsIOiF1hq9C9UQ5TZXyihc8oOHcUHKBpYhs7JH2kKHhhJZ81aFzeCfEfCrOLydijoP_B5gdh6YZLbNpD1P4=s72-c" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-3194332522816449641</id><published>2026-03-10T23:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2026-03-10T23:05:13.609+13:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Art"/><title type='text'>Not bad for left handed work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicOuuC0xDWN32nSptTJBgpEwi4DUNwLeb_dR4y6bxhoVQrLLtLd_Cy3nvo5xyWrYCu8yxPajnnqjW8pEYh_A85P6P_1MWTYnztVPmHlMAaY8w8yElosNM-UI_sNDMAGu-ayGj58FSnCYFnnnaIxLUyS57ceFD7gU7P_fiQLJbHv_HV4pn70bsn2HrPv04&quot; width=&quot;400&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what happens when I&#39;m one handed for 5 weeks and most of my usual activities require either 2 hands, or at least my dominant hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alcohol based markers on fiberglass cast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and PSA: when driving, please take extra care to check the cycle lane when pulling out from a side street.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/3194332522816449641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2026/03/not-bad-for-left-handed-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/3194332522816449641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/3194332522816449641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2026/03/not-bad-for-left-handed-work.html' title='Not bad for left handed work'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicOuuC0xDWN32nSptTJBgpEwi4DUNwLeb_dR4y6bxhoVQrLLtLd_Cy3nvo5xyWrYCu8yxPajnnqjW8pEYh_A85P6P_1MWTYnztVPmHlMAaY8w8yElosNM-UI_sNDMAGu-ayGj58FSnCYFnnnaIxLUyS57ceFD7gU7P_fiQLJbHv_HV4pn70bsn2HrPv04=s72-c" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-6432776068674830626</id><published>2025-11-03T14:05:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2025-11-03T14:05:08.450+13:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith"/><title type='text'>A Reflection on 1 John: Love or Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;The first letter of John is one of those books you may have heard many sermons from if you’ve spent any time in the church. There’s a lot to unpack in every passage. But when you zoom out and read the letter as a whole, in a single sitting (it’s only five chapters — six pages in my Bible) something striking happens.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;865&quot; data-start=&quot;763&quot;&gt;A single refrain pulses through it like a heartbeat.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote data-end=&quot;1626&quot; data-start=&quot;867&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1626&quot; data-start=&quot;869&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;946&quot; data-start=&quot;869&quot;&gt;Whoever says he is in the light and hates his brother is still in darkness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;949&quot; data-start=&quot;946&quot; /&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;1016&quot; data-start=&quot;951&quot;&gt;Whoever hates his brother is in darkness and walks in darkness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;1019&quot; data-start=&quot;1016&quot; /&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;1061&quot; data-start=&quot;1021&quot;&gt;Whoever does not love abides in death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;1064&quot; data-start=&quot;1061&quot; /&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;1113&quot; data-start=&quot;1066&quot;&gt;Everyone who hates his brother is a murderer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;1116&quot; data-start=&quot;1113&quot; /&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;1249&quot; data-start=&quot;1118&quot;&gt;If anyone has the world’s goods and sees his brother in need yet closes his heart against him — how does God’s love abide in him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;1252&quot; data-start=&quot;1249&quot; /&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;1333&quot; data-start=&quot;1254&quot;&gt;Children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;1336&quot; data-start=&quot;1333&quot; /&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;1395&quot; data-start=&quot;1338&quot;&gt;Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;1398&quot; data-start=&quot;1395&quot; /&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;1463&quot; data-start=&quot;1400&quot;&gt;Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;1466&quot; data-start=&quot;1463&quot; /&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;1626&quot; data-start=&quot;1468&quot;&gt;If anyone says “I love God” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p data-end=&quot;1693&quot; data-start=&quot;1628&quot;&gt;John’s message is not subtle. It is terrifying in its simplicity.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;1744&quot; data-start=&quot;1700&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1744&quot; data-start=&quot;1704&quot;&gt;“Little children, love one another…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1938&quot; data-start=&quot;1746&quot;&gt;There is an old tradition about John the Apostle.&lt;br data-end=&quot;1798&quot; data-start=&quot;1795&quot; /&gt;
When he was very old, too weak to walk, the believers in Ephesus would carry him into the assembly. Every time, he would say only one thing:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote data-end=&quot;1980&quot; data-start=&quot;1940&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1980&quot; data-start=&quot;1942&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;1980&quot; data-start=&quot;1942&quot;&gt;“Little children, love one another.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p data-end=&quot;2094&quot; data-start=&quot;1982&quot;&gt;After hearing it again and again, someone finally asked him, &lt;em data-end=&quot;2074&quot; data-start=&quot;2043&quot;&gt;“Why do you always say this?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;2077&quot; data-start=&quot;2074&quot; /&gt;
And John replied:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote data-end=&quot;2176&quot; data-start=&quot;2096&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2176&quot; data-start=&quot;2098&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;2176&quot; data-start=&quot;2098&quot;&gt;“Because it is the Lord’s command. And if this alone be done, it is enough.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;2211&quot; data-start=&quot;2183&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2211&quot; data-start=&quot;2187&quot;&gt;Who is your brother?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2454&quot; data-start=&quot;2213&quot;&gt;This phrase — &lt;em data-end=&quot;2248&quot; data-start=&quot;2227&quot;&gt;“love your brother”&lt;/em&gt; — echoes all through 1 John (2:9, 3:15, 4:20).&lt;br data-end=&quot;2298&quot; data-start=&quot;2295&quot; /&gt;
Some translations add words like &lt;em data-end=&quot;2351&quot; data-start=&quot;2331&quot;&gt;“fellow believer,”&lt;/em&gt; as if John is talking only about church members. But the Greek word he uses is &lt;strong data-end=&quot;2454&quot; data-start=&quot;2431&quot;&gt;ἀδελφός — adelphos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2566&quot; data-start=&quot;2456&quot;&gt;Originally meaning &lt;em data-end=&quot;2484&quot; data-start=&quot;2475&quot;&gt;brother&lt;/em&gt;, by the time of the New Testament it had come to mean &lt;strong data-end=&quot;2566&quot; data-start=&quot;2539&quot;&gt;any fellow human being.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote data-end=&quot;2770&quot; data-start=&quot;2568&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2770&quot; data-start=&quot;2570&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;2662&quot; data-start=&quot;2570&quot;&gt;“A fellow human being, a neighbour in the wider sense, not restricted to one’s own group.”&lt;/em&gt; — BDAG&lt;br data-end=&quot;2672&quot; data-start=&quot;2669&quot; /&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;2756&quot; data-start=&quot;2674&quot;&gt;“A person viewed as a fellow human being, especially in contexts of moral duty.”&lt;/em&gt; — Louw &amp;amp; Nida&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2862&quot; data-start=&quot;2772&quot;&gt;John is not talking about tribal loyalty.&lt;br data-end=&quot;2816&quot; data-start=&quot;2813&quot; /&gt;
He is talking about &lt;strong data-end=&quot;2862&quot; data-start=&quot;2836&quot;&gt;how we treat humanity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2974&quot; data-start=&quot;2864&quot;&gt;He is not speaking only of those who look like you,&lt;br data-end=&quot;2918&quot; data-start=&quot;2915&quot; /&gt;
or speak your language,&lt;br data-end=&quot;2944&quot; data-start=&quot;2941&quot; /&gt;
or vote the same way you do.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3095&quot; data-start=&quot;2976&quot;&gt;He is speaking also of those who do not share your beliefs —&lt;br data-end=&quot;3039&quot; data-start=&quot;3036&quot; /&gt;
those of different religions,&lt;br data-end=&quot;3071&quot; data-start=&quot;3068&quot; /&gt;
or no religion at all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3159&quot; data-start=&quot;3097&quot;&gt;The neighbour.&lt;br data-end=&quot;3114&quot; data-start=&quot;3111&quot; /&gt;
The stranger.&lt;br data-end=&quot;3130&quot; data-start=&quot;3127&quot; /&gt;
Even the one who opposes you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;3190&quot; data-start=&quot;3166&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;3190&quot; data-start=&quot;3170&quot;&gt;Love is the Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3301&quot; data-start=&quot;3192&quot;&gt;John doesn’t play theological games.&lt;br data-end=&quot;3231&quot; data-start=&quot;3228&quot; /&gt;
For him, love isn’t one aspect of faith — &lt;strong data-end=&quot;3301&quot; data-start=&quot;3273&quot;&gt;it is the test of faith.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3407&quot; data-start=&quot;3303&quot;&gt;How we treat another human being&lt;br data-end=&quot;3338&quot; data-start=&quot;3335&quot; /&gt;
— &lt;em data-end=&quot;3345&quot; data-start=&quot;3340&quot;&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; human being —&lt;br data-end=&quot;3362&quot; data-start=&quot;3359&quot; /&gt;
is the evidence of whether we truly know God.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote data-end=&quot;3687&quot; data-start=&quot;3409&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3687&quot; data-start=&quot;3411&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;3487&quot; data-start=&quot;3411&quot;&gt;Whoever says they are in the light but hates another is still in darkness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;3490&quot; data-start=&quot;3487&quot; /&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;3522&quot; data-start=&quot;3492&quot;&gt;Whoever hates is a murderer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;3525&quot; data-start=&quot;3522&quot; /&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;3687&quot; data-start=&quot;3527&quot;&gt;If anyone says “I love God” but hates another human, they are a liar — because if you cannot love the one you see, how can you love God, whom you do not see?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;3723&quot; data-start=&quot;3694&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;3723&quot; data-start=&quot;3698&quot;&gt;Love Must Be Tangible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3831&quot; data-start=&quot;3725&quot;&gt;John will not let us escape into abstraction.&lt;br data-end=&quot;3773&quot; data-start=&quot;3770&quot; /&gt;
Love is not an emotion we admire —&lt;br data-end=&quot;3810&quot; data-start=&quot;3807&quot; /&gt;
it is a life we live.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote data-end=&quot;3920&quot; data-start=&quot;3833&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3920&quot; data-start=&quot;3835&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;3906&quot; data-start=&quot;3835&quot;&gt;“Let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.”&lt;/em&gt; (1 John 3:18)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;4088&quot; data-start=&quot;3922&quot;&gt;Love feeds the hungry.&lt;br data-end=&quot;3947&quot; data-start=&quot;3944&quot; /&gt;
Love shelters the stranger.&lt;br data-end=&quot;3977&quot; data-start=&quot;3974&quot; /&gt;
Love lifts the dignity of those the world pushes aside —&lt;br data-end=&quot;4036&quot; data-start=&quot;4033&quot; /&gt;
the poor, the minority, the immigrant, the outsider.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;4125&quot; data-start=&quot;4095&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;4125&quot; data-start=&quot;4099&quot;&gt;A Grief I Cannot Shake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;4304&quot; data-start=&quot;4127&quot;&gt;It grieves me — and I believe it grieves the Spirit —&lt;br data-end=&quot;4183&quot; data-start=&quot;4180&quot; /&gt;
when I see those who claim Christ preaching hate.&lt;br data-end=&quot;4235&quot; data-start=&quot;4232&quot; /&gt;
When churches march not to embrace the stranger&lt;br data-end=&quot;4285&quot; data-start=&quot;4282&quot; /&gt;
but to reject them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote style=&quot;border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;4383&quot; data-start=&quot;4306&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;4342&quot; data-start=&quot;4306&quot;&gt;Little children, love others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;4383&quot; data-start=&quot;4306&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;4383&quot; data-start=&quot;4345&quot;&gt;If this alone be done, it is enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YAv3PW187wNFgEadq89WDWUzTvBFhzN15MBus4AxONUDtzb62f4rAsqBqiX-JDFB5e38ESl15JORpzhrm0s5swaZKVL7eGLfHDL2oHh0lwk8Y2_6GaJSDKFZOck7z7fnn1_2gJMAbh17EmWioE7gGX7kD1MjsbXYIvrTtqOTocDXucpWtL4URkaCNkA/s2104/20251102_181527.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1414&quot; data-original-width=&quot;2104&quot; height=&quot;215&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YAv3PW187wNFgEadq89WDWUzTvBFhzN15MBus4AxONUDtzb62f4rAsqBqiX-JDFB5e38ESl15JORpzhrm0s5swaZKVL7eGLfHDL2oHh0lwk8Y2_6GaJSDKFZOck7z7fnn1_2gJMAbh17EmWioE7gGX7kD1MjsbXYIvrTtqOTocDXucpWtL4URkaCNkA/s320/20251102_181527.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/6432776068674830626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2025/11/a-reflection-on-1-john-love-or-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/6432776068674830626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/6432776068674830626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2025/11/a-reflection-on-1-john-love-or-lie.html' title='A Reflection on 1 John: Love or Lie'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YAv3PW187wNFgEadq89WDWUzTvBFhzN15MBus4AxONUDtzb62f4rAsqBqiX-JDFB5e38ESl15JORpzhrm0s5swaZKVL7eGLfHDL2oHh0lwk8Y2_6GaJSDKFZOck7z7fnn1_2gJMAbh17EmWioE7gGX7kD1MjsbXYIvrTtqOTocDXucpWtL4URkaCNkA/s72-c/20251102_181527.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-6631172510571435433</id><published>2025-08-14T11:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2025-08-14T11:35:41.610+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd1eD8GoHlKSyFk4lsyrg2wp6w33J8wkOT35o21FAQvPbRc5u8uckV3jn4-Bd8QpyvCZRuuWsoCxjg6JmgOpajQIaea389H1uP19F5h24lOGF05nUYNHEOigMCJ4mi1su5ik-Y7WVTHXhOYf-v9hEF5IxVdG_s4EirTgI9HUnOfNWSMm8IMmpgRsQqafc/s1280/note-tuesday-clipart-lg.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1280&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1146&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd1eD8GoHlKSyFk4lsyrg2wp6w33J8wkOT35o21FAQvPbRc5u8uckV3jn4-Bd8QpyvCZRuuWsoCxjg6JmgOpajQIaea389H1uP19F5h24lOGF05nUYNHEOigMCJ4mi1su5ik-Y7WVTHXhOYf-v9hEF5IxVdG_s4EirTgI9HUnOfNWSMm8IMmpgRsQqafc/s320/note-tuesday-clipart-lg.png&quot; width=&quot;287&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;The headline in early May prompted me to start a notebook. White House Deputy Chief of Staff told reporters the administration was “actively looking at” suspending the writ of habeas corpus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;docs-internal-guid-f7679473-7fff-6e7a-24ae-0c2b06e48b40&quot;&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;I’m just a layperson. I haven’t studied law or political science. But I knew enough to know this was a &lt;b&gt;BIG DEAL&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;According to Wikipedia: Habeas corpus is a legal procedure invoking the jurisdiction of a court to review the unlawful detention or imprisonment of an individual, and request the individual&#39;s custodian (usually a prison official) to bring the prisoner to court, to determine whether their detention is lawful. The right to petition for a writ of habeas corpus has long been celebrated as a fundamental safeguard of individual liberty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;To paraphrase: habeas corpus prevents unlawful imprisonment. This principle goes back to before the Magna Carta (1215), which contains the clause:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 30pt; margin-right: 30pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;No Freeman shall be taken or imprisoned… nor will We not pass upon him, nor condemn him, but by lawful judgment of his Peers, or by the Law of the land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;When I read that headline, it was a shock—like someone had taken the guardrails off.&amp;nbsp; As commentator &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWGRQoP72M-Mq2gO73K7Y7Q&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;RealSpeechProf&lt;/a&gt; has warned, when rights stop applying to everyone, they cease to be rights at all—they become privileges that can be withdrawn at will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The loss of your freedoms and access to justice shouldn’t be another Tuesday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;I started keeping this journal—a blow-by-blow, week-by-week log of events. At first, each entry felt like an alarm bell: banning media outlets, escalating ICE detentions, military deployments in civilian cities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;But it didn’t slow down. The stories stacked so quickly that before I’d finished processing one, another had already dropped. The calendar blurred. Outrage had no time to breathe before the next crisis came along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The deployment of federal troops in civilian settings shouldn’t be another Tuesday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;Month by month, at a pace like a snowball rolling downhill—except this one’s growing into an avalanche. And somewhere along the way, the shocks start to feel less sharp. That’s the most dangerous part. With each new entry, the extraordinary became ordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;What would have been the headline of the year twelve months ago is now just today’s headline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The POTUS declaring yet another “national emergency” shouldn’t be another Tuesday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;There’s a fatigue that sets in—not just for me as an observer in New Zealand, but for the people living through it. I’ve heard the “nothing surprises me anymore” tone in people’s voices. It’s not apathy; it’s a defense mechanism against being crushed by the weight of constant crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;But I can see the patterns:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; padding-inline-start: 48px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li aria-level=&quot;1&quot; dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; role=&quot;presentation&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-wrap: wrap; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Eroding the Senate’s authority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li aria-level=&quot;1&quot; dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; role=&quot;presentation&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-wrap: wrap; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Using the military to bypass civil law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li aria-level=&quot;1&quot; dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; role=&quot;presentation&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-wrap: wrap; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Scapegoating immigrants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li aria-level=&quot;1&quot; dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; role=&quot;presentation&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-wrap: wrap; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Manufacturing “national security” crises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li aria-level=&quot;1&quot; dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; role=&quot;presentation&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-wrap: wrap; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Undermining the judiciary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li aria-level=&quot;1&quot; dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; role=&quot;presentation&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-wrap: wrap; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Controlling the media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li aria-level=&quot;1&quot; dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; role=&quot;presentation&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-wrap: wrap; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Rigging the electoral rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li aria-level=&quot;1&quot; dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; role=&quot;presentation&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-wrap: wrap; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Weaponizing chaos itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;It’s a pattern as old as history: from Ancient Rome to the 21st century—and yes, even in fictional galaxies far, far away—the trajectory is the same.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The decline from Democracy to Empire shouldn’t be another Tuesday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;I don’t know what to do with this except write. I’m just an observer at the ends of the earth keeping a diary as a global superpower implodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;So I’m putting this post out here to say: I see you. I see what’s happening, and I’m keeping a record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.3800000000000001; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;Because as emotionally and mentally draining as this is, 
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;it can’t become another Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-style: italic; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/6631172510571435433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2025/08/another-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/6631172510571435433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/6631172510571435433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2025/08/another-tuesday.html' title='Another Tuesday'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd1eD8GoHlKSyFk4lsyrg2wp6w33J8wkOT35o21FAQvPbRc5u8uckV3jn4-Bd8QpyvCZRuuWsoCxjg6JmgOpajQIaea389H1uP19F5h24lOGF05nUYNHEOigMCJ4mi1su5ik-Y7WVTHXhOYf-v9hEF5IxVdG_s4EirTgI9HUnOfNWSMm8IMmpgRsQqafc/s72-c/note-tuesday-clipart-lg.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-8761413246412408374</id><published>2025-07-17T12:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2025-07-17T12:19:50.068+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Your Supermarket a Coercive Controller?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What voice-picking, casualisation, and leave manipulation reveal about power and control in New Zealand&#39;s supermarket duopoly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;858&quot; data-start=&quot;447&quot;&gt;During the COVID-19 pandemic, warehouse and supermarket workers were hailed as essential heroes. They kept shelves stocked and supply chains moving while the rest of us stayed home. But in the years since, many of those workers have found themselves under increasing pressure—from surveillance systems, management double standards, and a broader system that treats human beings as cost units rather than people.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;945&quot; data-start=&quot;860&quot;&gt;This isn’t just bad management. It’s something deeper: a pattern of coercive control.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1020&quot; data-start=&quot;952&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1020&quot; data-start=&quot;952&quot;&gt;1. Signs of Coercive Control in the Modern Supermarket Workplace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul data-end=&quot;2073&quot; data-start=&quot;1022&quot;&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;1276&quot; data-start=&quot;1022&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1276&quot; data-start=&quot;1024&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1062&quot; data-start=&quot;1024&quot;&gt;Surveillance disguised as support:&lt;/strong&gt; Workers wear voice-picking headsets that track every movement and pace. Daily &quot;performance percentages&quot; become emotional barometers. The system trains workers to see themselves as efficient or deficient—not human.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;1535&quot; data-start=&quot;1278&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1535&quot; data-start=&quot;1280&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1304&quot; data-start=&quot;1280&quot;&gt;Conditional freedom:&lt;/strong&gt; Staff are pressured to take leave during slow periods (cutting into their earned annual leave), yet routinely denied leave requests when they genuinely need rest. Time off becomes something the employer controls, not the employee.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;1723&quot; data-start=&quot;1537&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1723&quot; data-start=&quot;1539&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1573&quot; data-start=&quot;1539&quot;&gt;Gaslighting via team language:&lt;/strong&gt; Management frames leave requests and compliance as &quot;helping the team,&quot; while ignoring workers&#39; own needs. Loyalty is demanded but never reciprocated.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;1904&quot; data-start=&quot;1725&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1904&quot; data-start=&quot;1727&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1755&quot; data-start=&quot;1727&quot;&gt;Shifting responsibility:&lt;/strong&gt; Workers are told to &quot;keep their numbers up&quot; or face consequences—even when delays come from understaffing, equipment issues, or unrealistic targets.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;2073&quot; data-start=&quot;1906&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2073&quot; data-start=&quot;1908&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1940&quot; data-start=&quot;1908&quot;&gt;Isolation and disconnection:&lt;/strong&gt; Headsets reduce opportunities for natural conversation, camaraderie, and mutual support. The system promotes silence and separation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2150&quot; data-start=&quot;2080&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2150&quot; data-start=&quot;2080&quot;&gt;2. The Industry System: Retail Logistics and Hyper-Lean Efficiency&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2295&quot; data-start=&quot;2152&quot;&gt;Warehousing and supermarket distribution are built on tight margins and high turnover. Big employers like Woolworths NZ implement systems that:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul data-end=&quot;2520&quot; data-start=&quot;2297&quot;&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;2363&quot; data-start=&quot;2297&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2363&quot; data-start=&quot;2299&quot;&gt;Prioritise just-in-time inventory, pushing pressure downstream&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;2448&quot; data-start=&quot;2364&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2448&quot; data-start=&quot;2366&quot;&gt;Treat casualisation as a cost-saving strategy, replacing stable, permanent roles&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;2520&quot; data-start=&quot;2449&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2520&quot; data-start=&quot;2451&quot;&gt;Use technology to maximise output at the expense of worker autonomy&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2631&quot; data-start=&quot;2522&quot;&gt;Efficiency becomes the only metric that matters. Human limits are treated as inefficiencies to be eliminated.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2700&quot; data-start=&quot;2638&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2700&quot; data-start=&quot;2638&quot;&gt;3. The Cultural Layer: Profit, Dehumanisation, and Control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2774&quot; data-start=&quot;2702&quot;&gt;This isn’t just industry-specific. It reflects a wider economic culture:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul data-end=&quot;3098&quot; data-start=&quot;2776&quot;&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;2894&quot; data-start=&quot;2776&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2894&quot; data-start=&quot;2778&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2798&quot; data-start=&quot;2778&quot;&gt;Neoliberal logic&lt;/strong&gt; tells us that if something can be made more efficient, it should be—regardless of human cost.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;2996&quot; data-start=&quot;2895&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2996&quot; data-start=&quot;2897&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2930&quot; data-start=&quot;2897&quot;&gt;Short-term shareholder return&lt;/strong&gt; is prioritised above worker wellbeing or sustainable practices.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;3098&quot; data-start=&quot;2997&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3098&quot; data-start=&quot;2999&quot;&gt;Workers in &quot;essential&quot; jobs are celebrated in public but systematically disempowered in practice.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3193&quot; data-start=&quot;3100&quot;&gt;The language of values and care has been replaced with metrics, cost centres, and compliance.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3450&quot; data-start=&quot;3195&quot;&gt;This is what happens when a society values financial outcomes over real value—when human dignity, care, and wellbeing are sacrificed to maintain profitability. When workers are reduced to data points and cost burdens, any sense of shared humanity is lost.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3498&quot; data-start=&quot;3457&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;3498&quot; data-start=&quot;3457&quot;&gt;4. The Duopoly Effect: Nowhere to Run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3651&quot; data-start=&quot;3500&quot;&gt;New Zealand’s supermarket industry is dominated by two giants: Foodstuffs and Woolworths NZ. Between them, they control over 90% of the grocery market.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3754&quot; data-start=&quot;3653&quot;&gt;In a competitive market, workers might be able to seek better conditions elsewhere. But in a duopoly:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul data-end=&quot;3869&quot; data-start=&quot;3756&quot;&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;3791&quot; data-start=&quot;3756&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3791&quot; data-start=&quot;3758&quot;&gt;Bad practices become normalised&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;3829&quot; data-start=&quot;3792&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3829&quot; data-start=&quot;3794&quot;&gt;There’s no meaningful alternative&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;3869&quot; data-start=&quot;3830&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3869&quot; data-start=&quot;3832&quot;&gt;Workers feel trapped, not supported&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;3962&quot; data-start=&quot;3871&quot;&gt;Even consumer activism has limited effect when both companies operate under similar models.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;4039&quot; data-start=&quot;3969&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;4039&quot; data-start=&quot;3969&quot;&gt;5. Shareholders vs Stakeholders: The Ethical Failure in Management&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;4315&quot; data-start=&quot;4041&quot;&gt;Much of this systemic harm stems from a narrow focus on shareholder interests. Corporate leaders often justify harmful practices in the name of profitability and shareholder value. But true leadership, as taught in modern management theory, calls for a stakeholder approach.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;4579&quot; data-start=&quot;4317&quot;&gt;Stakeholder theory argues that ethical and sustainable businesses consider the interests of all who are affected by their decisions—not just investors, but also employees, customers, suppliers, and the community. In the supermarket supply chain, this would mean:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul data-end=&quot;4839&quot; data-start=&quot;4581&quot;&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;4639&quot; data-start=&quot;4581&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;4639&quot; data-start=&quot;4583&quot;&gt;Prioritising job security over short-term cost-cutting&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;4691&quot; data-start=&quot;4640&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;4691&quot; data-start=&quot;4642&quot;&gt;Providing meaningful leave and rest for workers&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;4767&quot; data-start=&quot;4692&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;4767&quot; data-start=&quot;4694&quot;&gt;Recognising frontline staff as strategic partners, not expendable tools&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;4839&quot; data-start=&quot;4768&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;4839&quot; data-start=&quot;4770&quot;&gt;Building long-term resilience and wellbeing across the whole system&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;4990&quot; data-start=&quot;4841&quot;&gt;Instead, what we often see is the opposite: a relentless focus on metrics, an erosion of worker dignity, and an abdication of ethical responsibility.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;5051&quot; data-start=&quot;4997&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;5051&quot; data-start=&quot;4997&quot;&gt;Conclusion: What Would We Call This Anywhere Else?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;5188&quot; data-start=&quot;5053&quot;&gt;What your supermarket is doing isn&#39;t just inefficient—it’s &lt;strong data-end=&quot;5128&quot; data-start=&quot;5112&quot;&gt;dehumanising&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br data-end=&quot;5132&quot; data-start=&quot;5129&quot; /&gt;
It’s not &lt;em data-end=&quot;5147&quot; data-start=&quot;5141&quot;&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; profit-seeking—it’s &lt;strong data-end=&quot;5187&quot; data-start=&quot;5168&quot;&gt;control-seeking&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;5423&quot; data-start=&quot;5190&quot;&gt;If a relationship outside of work used this kind of manipulation—withholding autonomy, tracking movement, gaslighting through guilt—we’d call it coercive control. We’d call it abusive.&lt;br data-end=&quot;5377&quot; data-start=&quot;5374&quot; /&gt;
When employers do it, we call it “efficiency.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul data-end=&quot;5610&quot; data-start=&quot;5425&quot;&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;5478&quot; data-start=&quot;5425&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;5478&quot; data-start=&quot;5427&quot;&gt;If you’re a worker: &lt;strong data-end=&quot;5476&quot; data-start=&quot;5447&quot;&gt;your discomfort is valid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;5540&quot; data-start=&quot;5479&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;5540&quot; data-start=&quot;5481&quot;&gt;If you’re a customer: &lt;strong data-end=&quot;5538&quot; data-start=&quot;5503&quot;&gt;demand better from the duopoly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;5610&quot; data-start=&quot;5541&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;5610&quot; data-start=&quot;5543&quot;&gt;If you’re in management: &lt;strong data-end=&quot;5610&quot; data-start=&quot;5568&quot;&gt;remember what a stakeholder really is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;5697&quot; data-start=&quot;5612&quot;&gt;The next time your supermarket talks about values—ask them if control is one of them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr data-end=&quot;5702&quot; data-start=&quot;5699&quot; /&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;5878&quot; data-start=&quot;5704&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;5878&quot; data-start=&quot;5704&quot;&gt;This piece draws on lived experiences from warehouse and retail workers across Aotearoa New Zealand. If it resonates, share it. Start a conversation. Challenge the control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/8761413246412408374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2025/07/is-your-supermarket-coercive-controller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/8761413246412408374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/8761413246412408374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2025/07/is-your-supermarket-coercive-controller.html' title='Is Your Supermarket a Coercive Controller?'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-5358179265198537160</id><published>2024-05-21T10:49:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2024-05-21T12:16:59.552+12:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Creativity"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;So how have you all been?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know blogging is a lot less of a thing now and everyone&#39;s over on Youtube or TikTok, but I&#39;d rather write than do video content, so here I am.&amp;nbsp; I want to start writing again, and this is where I can self publish my content.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don&#39;t know what direction I&#39;ll take this yet.&amp;nbsp; Still looking at life and faith and mental health mostly, as those are what my journey has been and still is.&amp;nbsp; Maybe more book reviews too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijKVabvXCPj_MzrUyfqUkVnUlxoJpClkYlhyphenhyphen6hyphenhyphend3RrOyFqJfBm_A2mmd8Od6fVjXl1v28OfCFoorO0vL-OSdra0Di2Nxc8BvGKBcNs6X1zQ-A_BHO2y2fEz3UuMHaMJLHN7Rkz-jD4fLaRPpzRb48v7IsW8MCU5yQxaG-YB0gCqlYscLTGy75v4lSELs/s2965/20240423_215826.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; 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imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;2397&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1755&quot; height=&quot;370&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzmmfhGNYYAUY-xjznAn6sc22mNJW7re3At2XzYXzXAuXfdvCJwvaCacwitqvt5llTw0ZrQNBpdi1_rO6Fz9GX2zvFUZa7uSLX2NA6aI26KKWgyEUUTWnkYE9go-BwaBO_lJ3VAV5osGSi68b2GepIPzzCojbHZIJr90v2wNY9E_R7ztrslZ1_kwuzBY/w271-h370/20240421_185202.jpg&quot; width=&quot;271&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And probably cat pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhkAfoChfy90Mk4OMReXeTkEMXXV3_FT4S-RDgVQuOKM09eTnZAcNY5kYdL5Ou9FeX8NDdbDa59tlhfi0pklc2Qrv9Vj0g9mBdXb1P_2Yr6cbuUjVgbeG4P0_Ug5fS0fONB1ZtCpwIHxvZyiDy1Vxc8G34-EvGIY-vZcwRz2uTDm510i7mlfNAcyoip4/s2117/20240421_123727.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1692&quot; data-original-width=&quot;2117&quot; height=&quot;256&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhkAfoChfy90Mk4OMReXeTkEMXXV3_FT4S-RDgVQuOKM09eTnZAcNY5kYdL5Ou9FeX8NDdbDa59tlhfi0pklc2Qrv9Vj0g9mBdXb1P_2Yr6cbuUjVgbeG4P0_Ug5fS0fONB1ZtCpwIHxvZyiDy1Vxc8G34-EvGIY-vZcwRz2uTDm510i7mlfNAcyoip4/s320/20240421_123727.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is Taco Cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;So, this is an invitation to resume this journey with me.&amp;nbsp; Ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/5358179265198537160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2024/05/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/5358179265198537160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/5358179265198537160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2024/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&#39;s been a while...'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijKVabvXCPj_MzrUyfqUkVnUlxoJpClkYlhyphenhyphen6hyphenhyphend3RrOyFqJfBm_A2mmd8Od6fVjXl1v28OfCFoorO0vL-OSdra0Di2Nxc8BvGKBcNs6X1zQ-A_BHO2y2fEz3UuMHaMJLHN7Rkz-jD4fLaRPpzRb48v7IsW8MCU5yQxaG-YB0gCqlYscLTGy75v4lSELs/s72-w271-h439-c/20240423_215826.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-8802182734103613874</id><published>2018-05-01T07:20:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2018-05-01T07:20:23.072+12:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mental Health"/><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;The lies overwhelmed me and I fell into this darkness, without the strength to resist them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Each time I thought I saw hope, and lifted my head, I got whacked back down like a mole in a whack-a-mole game.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Yet here I am. Still breathing. Starting to look for a way to resist the lies again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;How about you? How are you getting on? Perhaps we can lean on each other. You watch my back and I&#39;ll watch yours. Together, we might have a chance.&lt;br&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/8802182734103613874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2018/05/fallen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/8802182734103613874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/8802182734103613874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2018/05/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390470008759044858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-2400756255322319533</id><published>2016-12-14T18:48:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2016-12-14T18:48:13.419+13:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Creativity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mental Health"/><title type='text'>Stubborn is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Especially when fighting against darkness. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRzxRg41wZpf9y63EyjezS8QGmpUGV4jrgS-8qEziKxrItgKKkYFv8Xe3rsnC06iPtZ1a_cw2_8hWi_YL2sSBIo2JXf2YOzRUs3kPVNMrQW02cckfxHlD_zr3MTlo7kWpd9FEoiSyQuhs/s1600/20161022_184444-1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt; &lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRzxRg41wZpf9y63EyjezS8QGmpUGV4jrgS-8qEziKxrItgKKkYFv8Xe3rsnC06iPtZ1a_cw2_8hWi_YL2sSBIo2JXf2YOzRUs3kPVNMrQW02cckfxHlD_zr3MTlo7kWpd9FEoiSyQuhs/s640/20161022_184444-1.jpg&quot;&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/2400756255322319533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2016/12/stubborn-is-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/2400756255322319533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/2400756255322319533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2016/12/stubborn-is-good.html' title='Stubborn is Good'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRzxRg41wZpf9y63EyjezS8QGmpUGV4jrgS-8qEziKxrItgKKkYFv8Xe3rsnC06iPtZ1a_cw2_8hWi_YL2sSBIo2JXf2YOzRUs3kPVNMrQW02cckfxHlD_zr3MTlo7kWpd9FEoiSyQuhs/s72-c/20161022_184444-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-1419660602396886132</id><published>2016-09-29T16:37:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2016-09-29T16:37:21.376+13:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Creativity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mental Health"/><title type='text'>Who I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Apologies for being missing in action these last few months. The current but of depression I&#39;ve been battling against seems to have depleted my creative energy in all areas.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;However, a new season is coming.&amp;nbsp; The sap of creativity is flowing again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Here is the result of my reflection on who I am, and what I have received through Christ. (Including, but not limited to...)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR5ktXWmhlT1L2h1D4r0Gh3vYF9vxM7U9bgMOdHh0t3Mz3dh-wAA4qVRynup2cTdGez7rtqQsYOfW0CjJq6hU-mNVxkJa_bp6YggysUCz-OjW4IvHc31nliDAVFOO1xt5FCKrtxHlQOR4/s1600/20160929_161537-1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt; &lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR5ktXWmhlT1L2h1D4r0Gh3vYF9vxM7U9bgMOdHh0t3Mz3dh-wAA4qVRynup2cTdGez7rtqQsYOfW0CjJq6hU-mNVxkJa_bp6YggysUCz-OjW4IvHc31nliDAVFOO1xt5FCKrtxHlQOR4/s640/20160929_161537-1.jpg&quot;&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/1419660602396886132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2016/09/who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/1419660602396886132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/1419660602396886132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2016/09/who-i-am.html' title='Who I am'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR5ktXWmhlT1L2h1D4r0Gh3vYF9vxM7U9bgMOdHh0t3Mz3dh-wAA4qVRynup2cTdGez7rtqQsYOfW0CjJq6hU-mNVxkJa_bp6YggysUCz-OjW4IvHc31nliDAVFOO1xt5FCKrtxHlQOR4/s72-c/20160929_161537-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-1836231637155609579</id><published>2016-05-31T18:34:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2016-05-31T18:34:05.284+12:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mental Health"/><title type='text'>With all my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; id=&quot;docs-internal-guid-f9cee39c-057b-05f8-9fef-ec4cf9ac9217&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;The greatest commandment is this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://biblehub.com/deuteronomy/6-5.htm&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://biblehub.com/deuteronomy/6-5.htm&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Deuteronomy+6:5&quot; style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Deuteronomy 6:5 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;What does it really mean to love Him with all my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;For me, it means that when I come to him in prayer, praise and worship I bring Him the emotions that are in the depths of my being. &amp;nbsp;There is no part of me that is an unacceptable offering when I bring it to His altar. &amp;nbsp;I bring Him not only my joys, but also my tears, my anxieties, even my depression. &amp;nbsp;My whole heart, nothing held back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;I love psalms. &amp;nbsp;I love the way the full expression of all human emotions are expressed in prayer and song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;For so long I have battled against the lie of not being good enough. &amp;nbsp;Especially when I find myself yet again in this valley of darkness. &amp;nbsp;I don’t know how long I must walk through this, but I’m not afraid because I know I don’t walk through it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;More important, this darkness is not going to hold me back. &amp;nbsp;Having depression is not going to stop me from going deeper into scripture, deeper into prayer and deeper into worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Having depression doesn’t disqualify me from the gifts and abilities He’s granted me. &amp;nbsp;It doesn’t prevent me from bringing His blessing to others. &amp;nbsp;It doesn’t disqualify me from my dreams and hopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/1836231637155609579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2016/05/with-all-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/1836231637155609579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/1836231637155609579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2016/05/with-all-my-heart.html' title='With all my heart'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE-Or6w8QGgsWggIdVf6tW-pbi1oRPOf91JVUbeezLzDhsRJNqWtXrXksB-58GPKi2DXDDRAaX2Bb0KX7-317_dpVZ4QFijed-EjE2-iBG8rWh-qorbnwxvBMDZypWtswA3lFJztoT8A0/s72-c/1464667516112_24982498-1433199122233_320x320.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-3990029488638416362</id><published>2016-04-29T20:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2016-05-01T14:44:30.849+12:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mental Health"/><title type='text'>Brave Girl</title><content type='html'>I have written several draft posts over the last few weeks, but for each one, when I&#39;ve read over it I&#39;ve felt &quot;I&#39;m not ready to share this yet.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s still too real and too raw.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to be authentic, real and honest with you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I want to be able to share what&#39;s really going on in my life below the everyday stuff, to go deeper than the small-talk kind of posts.&amp;nbsp; But I&#39;m also very aware this is a public forum. &lt;br /&gt;
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So it has taken a few weeks to process enough to blog about this event from the beginning of the month.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was an attendee at the first ever &quot;Brave Girl&quot; conference, hosted by the inspiring &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bravegirl.co.nz/about/meet-steph&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; and the team at &lt;a href=&quot;http://bravegirl.co.nz/&quot;&gt;bravegirl.co.nz&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Photo courtesy of Manda J Photography and &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/bravegirlnz&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Brave Girl NZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I was feeling down and vulnerable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.adulcia.com/2015/11/little-black-dog.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;My black dog&lt;/a&gt; seemed to be getting worse, and it felt that I was going around in circles despite doing all that I should and could in terms of self care and well-being and processing through my &quot;stuff&quot;.&amp;nbsp; I felt that my lack of progress was a reflection on my strength and my faith.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even during the conference I was fighting against the darkness. I&#39;d woken up on the Saturday morning feeling down, and instead of dissipating the feeling kept welling back up.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t quite know what to expect, but found the weekend like a soothing balm.&amp;nbsp; The messages and stories of courage and hope, were what I most needed to hear.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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To understand that He is with us in and through the storm.&amp;nbsp; To learn about the different types of depression, and the amazing relief to finally understand that being prescribed medication does not represent failure.&amp;nbsp; (I mean, I knew that before, but it seems I didn&#39;t fully believe it applied to myself).&amp;nbsp; To have some much needed time of support and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you Steph and your team.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for being brave enough to take the risk that hosting this conference would have been for you.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for your effort, your honesty and your compassion.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll look forward to seeing you again next year.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Earlier this month I found myself face to face with those long standing foes: rejection and failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;As much as I tell myself (and others assured me) that everything has a season, and this is just the end of a season…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;I followed the emotions and thoughts back to find their roots. &amp;nbsp;I followed a shadowy strand into what seemed like a hidden cave in my mind. I followed it through a maze of many twists and turns, down shafts and through tunnels and passageways. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;I finally found myself in a subterranean chamber inside my soul facing a dark pulsating blob of hurt, rejection and shame, looking like something from a Dr Who episode, filled with the following thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&quot;I am unworthy. &amp;nbsp;I am undeserving. &amp;nbsp;I am unacceptable. &amp;nbsp;I am nobody, I have nothing. &amp;nbsp;I am unattractive, and unlike-able&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;I could see from this thing tendrils snaking back up to the surface, affecting all the areas that I&#39;m struggling in, both in the present and as far back into my past as my memory would take me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;I sat in the dark, pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapped my arms around my legs and rested my chin on my knees, looking at this dark mass of lies, and asked Father, &quot;Now what? &amp;nbsp;How do I deal with this?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;His answer was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Isn&#39;t that the point of My grace and mercy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Isn&#39;t that the point of redemption, atonement and salvation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Isn&#39;t that the whole point of the Cross?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;kix-line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A glimmer of the possibility of something positive.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;You don’t want to get your hopes up, now, &lt;/i&gt;I found myself thinking, &lt;i&gt;You know this most likely isn’t going to work out.&amp;nbsp; You’re just setting yourself up for disappointment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I fought back tears as I scraped vege scraps into the compost bin in the garden.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;No, it probably won’t work out.&amp;nbsp; It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t work out.&amp;nbsp; I don’t &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; care if it doesn’t work out.&amp;nbsp; At least I’ll know I tried.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I suddenly realised – when did I start making a habit of talking myself out of hope?&amp;nbsp; The refrain “Don’t get your hopes up” has been part of my inner dialogue for as long as I can remember.&amp;nbsp; Reinforced by well-meaning advice from many different people over the years.&lt;br /&gt;
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But if it’s true, why do I feel so much grief at the loss of hope?&amp;nbsp; No wonder it takes so much energy to push through the doubts, if I have to convince myself that it doesn’t really matter anyway just to get started.&lt;br /&gt;
Surely hope’s not a bad thing? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope deferred makes the heart sick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Proverbs 13:12, ESV).&lt;/blockquote&gt;
So why do I find it so hard to allow myself to hope?&amp;nbsp; Because I fear disappointment?&amp;nbsp; Surely the grief at the loss of hope is as painful as, if not more than, the potential disappointment would be.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why are you cast down, O my soul,&lt;br /&gt;and why are you &lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;in turmoil within me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,&lt;br /&gt;my salvation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Psalm 42:5, ESV)
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.blogger.com/$share_1455689409664%5B3%5D.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;For God alone, O &lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;my soul, wait in silence,&lt;br /&gt;for my hope is from him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. (Psalm 62:5, ESV)
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. (Romans 12:12, ESV) &lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. (Hebrews 11:1, ESV)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;It’s okay, &lt;/i&gt;I told myself, &lt;i&gt;You’re allowed to have hope.&amp;nbsp; Go ahead and hope as much as you want.&amp;nbsp; If disappointment comes we’ll just deal with it then.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
But it was too late.&amp;nbsp; Where the hopeful glimmer had been was now just hollowness again.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;But I’ll be watching myself next time so I can learn to hold more tightly to hope when it comes again.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/6716220045794155241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2016/02/a-glimmer-of-possibility-of-something.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/6716220045794155241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/6716220045794155241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2016/02/a-glimmer-of-possibility-of-something.html' title='Hold onto Hope'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4gXfkO84sbO_9JeGIHPeMMxrjevZggRkZAKd4Lg0_AeEoD5V0W-9-lWoh2ja6b24Y_-TqsxjCc905ncrPZZsM66PzXVozGAAAlZnJq1meHQHmlqSXEyfoX0SzGYAaqtDN2BitvPhV3M/s72-c/share_1455689409664.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-6378144428483739387</id><published>2016-02-14T16:50:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2016-02-14T17:59:50.149+13:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Earthquake"/><title type='text'>So this happened: again. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;
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Just as I started my &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.adulcia.com/2015/04/love-your-bibleguest-post-by-gary-neal.html&quot;&gt;Love Your Bible&lt;/a&gt; study group.&amp;nbsp; I was just getting to the &quot;drop cover hold&quot; point when the assistant pastor ran into the room yelling for us to go outside.&lt;/div&gt;
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Flashbacks to&lt;a href=&quot;http:// www.adulcia.com/2011/02/christchurch-earthquake-take-2.html&quot;&gt; 5 years ago&lt;/a&gt;. I sat in the carpark while the building was being checked, trying to concentrate on breathing and explaining to a more recent arrival to this City why I cannot get used to this.&lt;/div&gt;
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Once the all clear was given we continued our study, but once I got home the emotions hit. I got the the curling up into a small qivering ball stage&lt;/div&gt;
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I had been getting better.&amp;nbsp; I am confident I will do so again.&amp;nbsp; But I will&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; get used to this.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/6378144428483739387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2016/02/so-this-happened-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/6378144428483739387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/6378144428483739387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2016/02/so-this-happened-again.html' title='So this happened: again. '/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-6385566453259374725</id><published>2016-01-12T19:23:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2016-01-12T19:24:51.355+13:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Earthquake"/><title type='text'>Dreams become reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://viciemarjay.blogspot.co.nz/2011_05_01_archive.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Five years ago&lt;/a&gt;, back when this city was still reeling through aftershocks, the council set up a city-wide brainstorming session for the rebuild called &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/christchurch-earthquake/5007096/Christchurchs-10-000-plus-ideas&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Share an Idea&lt;/a&gt;.&quot;&amp;nbsp; This was Young Lady&#39;s contribution:&lt;br /&gt;
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It appears every other child who contributed had a similar suggestion, because nearly five years later, here&#39;s the reality:&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the generation this city is being rebuilt for. &amp;nbsp; This is the where the future vibrancy and creativity that is the outstanding feature of the New Christchurch will come from.&lt;br /&gt;
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After so many frustrations with the slowness of the recovery, the delays, insurance companies, red tape, it&#39;s encouraging to see something wished for, hoped for, dreamed actually come to pass. &lt;br /&gt;
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Holy Love, calling to me,&lt;br /&gt;”Come with me, come further in.”&lt;br /&gt;
Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;to lead me through shadows,&lt;br /&gt;If I stumble,&lt;br /&gt;you won’t let me fall.&lt;br /&gt;
Holy Love, bring me home.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/8021570195775888014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2015/12/holy-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/8021570195775888014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/8021570195775888014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2015/12/holy-love.html' title='Holy Love'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-1892198509885337230</id><published>2015-12-17T19:01:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2015-12-18T07:33:32.376+13:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Creativity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith"/><title type='text'>Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
She felt the wave of pain spread up over her abdomen, increasing in intensity.&amp;nbsp; She tried to breathe the way her mother has shown her, deep slow breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth.&amp;nbsp; She had to stop walking for a moment, leaning on Joseph’s arm as the wave peaked and passed.&amp;nbsp; He looked at her with concern.&amp;nbsp; She was needing to pause more frequently for the last couple of miles.&amp;nbsp; She knew what he was worried about:&amp;nbsp; this was slowing them down, and they needed to reach Bethlehem before dark.&lt;br /&gt;
She rubbed at the small of her back, took a deep, determined breath, and began walking again.&amp;nbsp; Earlier one of the others travelling with them had offered her a ride on their donkey, but the jolting was too uncomfortable, it made her back ache worse .&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
She could feel the pressure of the baby pushing down into her pelvis. She was tired and sore – her back was sore, her belly was sore, even her thighs were sore.&amp;nbsp; There had been several times this day where she wasn’t sure if she could do this after all.&lt;br /&gt;
“I am the Lord’s servant,” she whispered, to remind herself.&amp;nbsp; That day seemed so long ago now, yet she was sure of the vision she’d seen.&amp;nbsp; She’d clung to the memory through the mocking and shunning of the other women and girls once the news of her condition spread through Nazareth.&amp;nbsp; She continued to cling to the vision and the promise now, when it was just so hard.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
As she walked, she hardly noticed any more the road and the fields they were passing.&amp;nbsp; She held onto Joseph, trusting him to guide her. Walk, pause, breathe through the contraction, start walking again. If only she could rest.&amp;nbsp; She was barely aware as Joseph knocked on the door of his cousin’s house, the brief conversation, then the turning away to walk once more through the streets.&amp;nbsp; She only vaguely noticed Joseph say something about another relative the could try, a more distant cousin who might still have some room.&lt;br /&gt;
As yet another contraction swept over her, she wondered briefly if this day would ever end.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
The contractions were consuming all her concentration.&amp;nbsp; She heard voices as if from a great distance.&amp;nbsp; Gentle hands guided her onto a small straw pallet.&amp;nbsp; A woman’s voice, “It’s okay, Mary, I’m a midwife.&amp;nbsp; It won’t be long now.”&lt;br /&gt;
A midwife.&amp;nbsp; Mary felt a great tension she didn’t realise she’d had lift suddenly from her shoulders. Tears welled up from nowhere, spilling down her cheeks. The midwives in Nazareth had been among the women who shunned her.&amp;nbsp; She&#39;d only had her cousin Elizabeth, then in the last few months her mother, to tell her about what to expect.&amp;nbsp; But the rumours and whispers had not reached Bethlehem, and Joseph was with her, and now here was an experienced midwife, with gentle hands and a reassuring voice. &lt;br /&gt;
“I don’t know if I can do this,” she confessed to the midwife.&lt;br /&gt;
“You’re doing great,” the woman replied, “the baby will be here soon.”&lt;br /&gt;
Another wave of contraction spread over her.&amp;nbsp; Before it fully passed another started.&amp;nbsp; Mary felt her muscles tighten involuntarily, again and again.&amp;nbsp; “Just keep breathing,” the gentle voice reassured her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
“Good girl, the head’s out now.&amp;nbsp; Just one more push with your next contraction.”&lt;br /&gt;
Then it was over, and the sound of a new-born baby’s cry filled the air.&amp;nbsp; “It’s a boy,” the voice said, placing the warm, wet, slippery baby up onto Mary’s belly.&amp;nbsp; She reached down to hold the baby, still partially attached to her body.&amp;nbsp; As she looked at him, his eyes opened, gazing into her face. “He’s so beautiful,” and all the tiredness and pain disappeared from from her mind.&amp;nbsp; She barely noticed the last few contractions and the midwife busying herself with the afterbirth.&amp;nbsp; Everything was about this child, this new life, and the promise and hope that he brought to her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
“I am the Lord’s servant,” she whispered to the child, “Blessed be the name of the Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/ifCWN5pJGIE&quot; width=&quot;640&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/1892198509885337230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2015/12/mary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/1892198509885337230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/1892198509885337230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2015/12/mary.html' title='Mary'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/ifCWN5pJGIE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-1542708516694275151</id><published>2015-11-22T15:24:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2015-12-17T19:02:20.333+13:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Creativity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><title type='text'>Magical Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A small child, happily playing by herself, inhabiting magical worlds only she can see, is mocked and jeered at for not having any “real” friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So she learns to leave those worlds for night time dreams and supresses them during the day, learning to smile and be friendly and sociable.&amp;nbsp; Although for some reason she is always left on the fringes, despite her best efforts to “fit in.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Only when she’s completely alone does she re-enter her other worlds: worlds of forests and mountains, of music and magic, of rivers that sing and trees that whisper secrets if only you can learn to listen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Over several decades more and more layers of “reality” smother and drown the magic and the music.&amp;nbsp; Walls of protection against ridicule and rejection bury her true self deeper and deeper.&amp;nbsp; As she grows into a woman, she learns to become “practical” and “real” and almost forgets such worlds ever existed, except in the fleeting way one remembers a dream after waking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s a painful process, stripping away the pretence.&amp;nbsp; Aslan’s claws must dig deep to rip away the thick layers of lies.&amp;nbsp; Long forgotten wounds bleed afresh when exposed to the air in order to be cleansed.&amp;nbsp; Yet the truth must be unburied: the Truth that declares “I am unique.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So the woman, accepting and embracing her uniqueness, learns to hear again the songs sung by wind and river and trees, the warm hum of soft earth, the deep bass of rock, the anthems of the mountains and the soaring soprano of the stars.&amp;nbsp; She learns to find her own voice in the symphony of creation, and her own Heart Song wells up within her of love and worship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then she sees her own child playing, inhabiting magical worlds where playmates are unable to follow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;O, My daughter, Do not let the world rob you of the wonder of your own imagination.&amp;nbsp; Do not smother your unique true self, nurture and embrace your creativity so when the time comes your inner light can shine forth unhindered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpCNFae2TcpsTJtI4BHonpzrqDdM9ZB0Rcgc3O8cxCu7W9_DAmdOr6ZFr-GKSQdaOPkaNwFuJEBp9Myv94qS9UfS8oSGz0Bz7tLJE09WxcuWsmn3ex4ERdC4n5H78WpSIYQvtowU-aCiQ/s1600-h/20151113_160212_2%25255B3%25255D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;20151113_160212_2&quot; 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The good news is that I feel I’ve now turned a corner in my recovery and I’ve been feeling “normal” for about a month.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now I’m in a place I can look back over the journey through this particular valley of shadow, I’ve noticed we all need to have more conversations about faith and mental health.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.relevantmagazine.com/life/4-myths-christians-need-stop-believing-about-depression&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;This is a good article for a starting point&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://miriamjessie.com/2015/09/19/why-so-downcast-oh-my-soul/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Miriam’s post&lt;/a&gt; was the beginning of the turning point for me. Miriam wrote:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;…do not be dismayed that you are downcast – because even those with the surest of promises wobble in the present from time to time.  &lt;p&gt;Re-align your Hope and do not berate yourself. Being downcast by circumstance is not a sign you are a loser. You are in the company of King David and you dear one are loved just the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;The thing is, if you’d asked me point blank about whether Christians can be depressed, I’d have said, of course, just like Christians can live with diabetes or any other illness.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Psalmist, Jeremiah, Elijah – all experienced depressive episodes in their ministry.&amp;nbsp; But underneath that understanding there was a part of my subconscious that believed the lie, especially in the darkest moments, that what I was going through was a symptom of a lack of faith.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the shadow did lift, there was nothing I was doing or believing or praying any differently than when I was in the middle of it.&amp;nbsp; I’ve learned all I can do is Trust and Hope, knowing that the Father is carrying me through this season, and will bring me through it to the other side, even if that takes longer than I think it should.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mine was only a small “black dog,” a number of dear friends are grappling with a larger, more persistent “black dogs.”&amp;nbsp; I wish was as easy as “do this and you’ll get better,” but this does not appear to be reality.&amp;nbsp; But you are still loved, still liked, still someone I care about and enjoy hanging out with.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As I continue to process what I’ve learned, I’ll come back and share a little more where I hope it will be an encouragement to anyone else out there going through this kind of stuff.&amp;nbsp; In the meantime: have courage my friend, and remember you don’t walk alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://miriamjessie.com/2015/09/19/why-so-downcast-oh-my-soul/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://miriamjessiedotcom.files.wordpress.com/2015/09/40d85-psalm2b43.jpg&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/1008110839809806939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2015/11/little-black-dog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/1008110839809806939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/1008110839809806939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2015/11/little-black-dog.html' title='Little Black Dog'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-2323359967154614157</id><published>2015-10-01T10:43:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2015-10-01T10:43:36.945+13:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith"/><title type='text'>Ordinariness: The lesson of Sarah Smith from Golders Green.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17267.The_Great_Divorce&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; display: inline&quot; src=&quot;https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1166805741l/17267.jpg&quot; width=&quot;231&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; height=&quot;307&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In his book &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17267.The_Great_Divorce&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The Great Divorce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, C.S. Lewis describes a parade in heaven, with a crowd of spirits and people and musicians.&amp;nbsp; It was in honour of a beautiful lady clothed in light.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Is it? … is it?” I whispered to my guide.&lt;br&gt;”Not at all,” said he, “It’s someone ye’ll never have heard of.&amp;nbsp; Her name on Earth was Sarah Smith and she lived at Golders Green.”&lt;br&gt;”She seems to be … well, a person of particular importance?”&lt;br&gt;”Aye. She is one of the great ones.&amp;nbsp; Ye have heard that fame in this country and fame on Earth are two quite different things.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;The characters continue describing all the people (and animals) that in her life she’d loved who were now part of this procession.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ve been grappling of late with the idea of “Calling.”&amp;nbsp; Or more specifically my lack of one.&amp;nbsp; I’ve been coming across a number of messages exhorting Christians to recognise and act upon their “unique calling and gifting.”&amp;nbsp; The writers and speakers of those messages are, I think, unaware of how stifling such a message can be to some people.&amp;nbsp; For those who do feel a Calling into ministry that’s great, and we celebrate with you and support you in that. (And Gary Neal Hansen has written &lt;a href=&quot;http://garynealhansen.com/ministry/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;an excellent series of posts&lt;/a&gt; about how to identify that Ministry Calling.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was drummed into me earlier in my Christian growth the concept “Not everyone is called.”&amp;nbsp; Not everyone is called to lead or preach or go overseas with Missions.&amp;nbsp; I believed the lie that I didn&#39;t have a &quot;Calling&quot;, &quot;Ministry&quot; or &quot;Gifting&quot;.&amp;nbsp; So when I heard messages about stepping out into your unique gifting and calling from God, my heart would respond &quot;what gifting? What calling?&quot; And I’d become anxious trying to figure it out. When I wanted to try something new, the thoughts would attack me with “You’re not called for that.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was just me being me, doing what I do, the mundane, ordinary, everyday, getting-on-with-it things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;I’m in the process of coming to the conclusion that the idea of a unique “calling” and “gifting” for each believer is being over-emphasised.&amp;nbsp; It’s becoming a distraction trying to work out what those callings and giftings are. &lt;p&gt;Yes, we are each created uniquely.&amp;nbsp; Yes, it is intended for us to make a difference in the lives of those around us.  &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works which God prepared in advance for us to do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Ephesians 2:10)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;For those of us with “ordinariness”, let’s think less about trying to figure out what our “calling” or “gifting” is and just get on with getting on with it. &lt;p&gt;I’m going to go back to concentrating on just being me, and doing what I do.&amp;nbsp; Focus my attention back to loving God and loving my neighbours.&amp;nbsp; I’m finding that’s bringing much more freedom.&amp;nbsp; When I want to try something new, I don’t have to figure out if it’s in my “calling” or not, I can just give it a go anyway and see how it turns out. &lt;p&gt;We may never see in this world the outcome of what we do.&amp;nbsp; We may never know what difference we have made to those around us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We can only see the outside, but God sees the inside of the heart, and the eternal consequences that we cannot see. &lt;p&gt;Just like Sarah Smith from Golders Green, let’s make our focus loving God and loving others.   </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/2323359967154614157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2015/10/ordinariness-lesson-of-sarah-smith-from.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/2323359967154614157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/2323359967154614157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2015/10/ordinariness-lesson-of-sarah-smith-from.html' title='Ordinariness: The lesson of Sarah Smith from Golders Green.'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-149787051011917624</id><published>2015-09-22T17:52:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2015-09-22T17:52:59.115+12:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Creativity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith"/><title type='text'>A Widow’s Offering</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus was sitting in the temple near the offering box and watching people put in their gifts. He noticed that many rich people were giving a lot of money. Finally, a poor widow came up and put in two coins that were worth only a few pennies.&lt;em&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=mark+12%3A41-42&amp;amp;version=CEV&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;(Mark 12:41-42 CEV)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;The sun was hot and bright.&amp;nbsp; She tucked damp stray strands of hair back under her headscarf and crossed the street to find the shade.&amp;nbsp; The dust was getting into her eyes and the smell of the sweaty sticky throngs of people and animals got into her nostrils.&amp;nbsp; The pushing and shoving of the crowd carried her through the temple gates into the Women’s Court.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She stayed at the edge of the crowd, trying to pray despite the noise.&amp;nbsp; The richly dressed Teachers glared sharply at her, sneering as they strode past.&amp;nbsp; She shrank back into the shadows the best she could, to stay out of the way.&amp;nbsp; She tightened her hand around the coins, their edges digging into her palm reassuring her that she hadn’t dropped them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She carefully made her way to the offering box. Several times she was shoved roughly by one of the Teachers, their flowing linen robes showing the status of their office.&amp;nbsp; It was one of those very Teachers that had evicted her from her hovel the previous day, after demanding more rent than she could afford, and more than the room was worth.&amp;nbsp; She watched as he made a great show of dropping a fat purse of gold into the offering box.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A trickle of sweat escaped from under her headscarf and ran down her temple.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She remembered previous offerings she’d made.&amp;nbsp; The time when she saw the box after the priests had emptied it and carried the contents to the treasury at the end of the day, and realised her small pennies were still stuck in the grime at the bottom – overlooked and forgotten.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or the other time when the guards watching the offering box jeered at her as she dropped her small coins in, and cuffed at her to get out of the way of the wealthier worshippers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tears pricked in her eyes at the memories.&amp;nbsp; She inhaled deeply, and reminded herself it didn’t matter, she was here to make her offering to God, and not to people.&amp;nbsp; The taunts and jeers and blows were not going to stop her.&amp;nbsp; This was her act of worship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She’d learned to be as invisible as she could, to creep in when there were fewer people around, or they were looking elsewhere, quick and quiet and not noticed.&amp;nbsp; There was that new teacher on the other side, he was talking to the crowds and everyone was listening to him.&amp;nbsp; Even the guards were straining to hear him.&amp;nbsp; Now. Quickly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As she was scuttling back from the box, she glanced around to make sure she was unobserved, and to her shock found the new Teacher’s eyes were looking directly at her.&amp;nbsp; But there was no scorn, no displeasure.&amp;nbsp; Those eyes somehow looked right into her heart and soul, and they were filled with only Love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#9b00d3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;Jesus told his disciples to gather around him. Then he said: “I tell you that this poor widow has put in more than all the others. Everyone else gave what they didn’t need. But she is very poor and gave everything she had. Now she doesn’t have a cent to live on.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=mark+12%3A43-44&amp;amp;version=CEV&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;Mark 12:43-44, CEV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who am I&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To come into Your Holy Presence&lt;br&gt;What have I&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To bring as my offering&lt;br&gt;All those around&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Offer gifts of shining gold&lt;br&gt;All I have&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Are these two copper coins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here am I&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I bring myself to Your altar&lt;br&gt;All of my heart&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All of my life&lt;br&gt;I pray You’ll find my gift worthy&lt;br&gt;Here at Your altar&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With my two copper coins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here am I&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’m kneeling in Your Holy Presence&lt;br&gt;Here I come&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bringing You this offering&lt;br&gt;All those around&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Offer gifts of shining gold&lt;br&gt;Here I bring&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You these two copper coins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here am I&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I bring myself to Your altar&lt;br&gt;All of my heart&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All of my life&lt;br&gt;Your Love has found my gift worthy&lt;br&gt;Here at Your altar&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With my two copper coins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;(Two Copper Coins, © Claudia McFie 2014)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMWT1gqaVmOs9gQwvWmMyxp4bnA2WSQX1w_IM5vDXprdQfwaqjmPycSbchrzMpjjyw7qq-zE-Nsr4P8Iag8T3-egI86tAPbbpulw8YL74U8wkhQXebLTh6pLvBOJ3gRY3rQWLsNwY11S0/w524-h480-no/&quot; width=&quot;534&quot; height=&quot;490&quot;&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/149787051011917624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2015/09/a-widows-offering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/149787051011917624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/149787051011917624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2015/09/a-widows-offering.html' title='A Widow’s Offering'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMWT1gqaVmOs9gQwvWmMyxp4bnA2WSQX1w_IM5vDXprdQfwaqjmPycSbchrzMpjjyw7qq-zE-Nsr4P8Iag8T3-egI86tAPbbpulw8YL74U8wkhQXebLTh6pLvBOJ3gRY3rQWLsNwY11S0/s72-w524-h480-c-no/" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-8947885925686034724</id><published>2015-08-03T19:40:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2015-08-03T20:55:22.251+12:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith"/><title type='text'>Needing one another</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Maybe I’d started to believe it when I was a new Christian, and was told by a very spiritual I-wish-I-was-like-that lady at church told me how she was so close to the Lord she never needed help from anyone else.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or maybe it was the time many years ago when I was depressed, and when reaching out asking for help and support I was let down and disappointed. I remember someone telling me “Maybe you just need to ask God to show you why this is upsetting you so much.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It may even be rooted within our culture that values self-sufficiency and independence, and looks down on those who show weakness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However it got there, I have been carrying a belief that God should be enough without needing other people, and to ask for help is a lack of faith.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It sounds like a very spiritual thought.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s a lie.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few months ago, when I was feeling discouraged, I asked, “Father, is it wrong that I’d just like to hear some encouragement from another person, and not just from you?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are designed and created to live in community – even in the beginning when it was said “It is not good for man to be alone.”&amp;nbsp; Throughout scripture we called to support and encourage and pray for one another.&amp;nbsp; If we are to be encouraging one another, then it must be because we need to be encouraged by one another too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Truth is that it takes courage to admit when things aren’t okay, and to ask for help and prayer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Truth is that it &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;okay to want to hear a reassuring word, or to need a hug.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When was the last time you offered encouragement?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just as important – when was the last time you received encouragement?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank you to all my encouragers&amp;nbsp; (I hope you know who you are).&amp;nbsp; I appreciate you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMcFSbMfsPH0CrrhVbPARWKxSbQw3OX_-EvDNkOS32MvJUPHO7SrIXGnMZgBL5f2DxnIQ77vs19QqxJbrHIlwqdZOZPjx1zkcVrvdqkFAv4BCYGkRSjT0xlnHrF2V6M0Lm32-m5JZfec/s1600-h/1Thess5v11%25255B1%25255D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;1Thess5v11&quot; style=&quot;border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; 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&lt;p&gt;Poor Gideon.&amp;nbsp; He seems to be considered a bit of a coward, hiding from his oppressors in a winepress, &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.bible.com/bible/111/jdg.6.17&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;demanding signs from God before taking any action&lt;/a&gt;, and then waiting for the cover of darkness to do so.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Look at Gideon,&quot; I’ve heard some people say, &quot;he should have trusted the word of God and been bold enough to just go and &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.bible.com/bible/111/jdg.6.25-27&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;knock down that Asherah pole&lt;/a&gt; then and there.&quot; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the angel of the Lord appeared to Gideon, he said, “The Lord is with you, mighty warrior.” …&amp;nbsp; “Pardon me, my lord,” Gideon replied, “but how can I save Israel? My clan is the weakest in Manasseh, and I am the least in my family.” &lt;a href=&quot;http://bible.com/111/jdg.6.12-15.niv&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;(Judges 6:12 &amp;amp; 15, NIV)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can relate a little bit to Poor Gideon.&amp;nbsp; His &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.bible.com/bible/111/jdg.6.11&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;threshing wheat in the winepress&lt;/a&gt; idea looks a lot like my &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.adulcia.com/2014/08/under-basket.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;hiding a lamp in a bushel&lt;/a&gt; idea.&amp;nbsp; I often find myself asking God &quot;Are you sure?&quot;, doubting that I&#39;ve heard him right when I&#39;m surrounded by people with far greater skills, talents and experience than what I have.&amp;nbsp; I’m conscious of my own inadequacies, I feel I have the least to offer. &lt;p&gt;There&#39;s nothing in the text that tells us Gideon was wrong to ask God for His reassurance.&amp;nbsp; The author of Judges accuse Gideon of cowardice.&amp;nbsp; Instead we are shown how God can use the least of us for His greater glory.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;God knows that when He calls the least qualified that extra encouragement and reassurance is needed, and in His grace provides it in the right way&amp;nbsp; and at the right time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.bible.com/bible/111/jdg.6.20-23&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;An offering supernaturally combusts&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.bible.com/bible/111/jdg.6.36-40&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;fleece is dry instead of wet then wet instead of dry&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; At the greatest challenge -&amp;nbsp; a &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.bible.com/bible/111/jdg.7.12&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;numerous enemy&lt;/a&gt; faced with &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.bible.com/bible/111/jdg.7.2-8&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;only 300 men&lt;/a&gt; - an &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.bible.com/bible/111/jdg.7.9-15&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;overheard conversation provides the necessary boldness and inspiration&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.bible.com/bible/111/jdg.7.16-22&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;An enemy is dispersed without a sword being lifted&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;The less I have to offer, the more room there is for God&#39;s Spirit to move instead.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;It is &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.adulcia.com/2015/06/not-your-battle-to-fight.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;not for me to fight the battle&lt;/a&gt;, I am just asked to &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.bible.com/bible/111/jdg.7.19-20&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;stand and blow a trumpet and shout and hold my torch high&lt;/a&gt; so it can be seen. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.adulcia.com/2015/07/the-all-of-me.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Courage is not the lack of fear and doubt, it is stepping out&amp;nbsp; in spite of those doubts&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And courage grows out of encouragement.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s okay to ask God for reassurance and encouragement when faced with challenges, in His mercy and grace they will be given to me.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/7305446896567921112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2015/07/out-of-winepressa-reflection-on-gideon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/7305446896567921112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/7305446896567921112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2015/07/out-of-winepressa-reflection-on-gideon.html' title='Out of the winepress–a reflection on Gideon'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3631888986433662246.post-6883344059893138183</id><published>2015-07-21T09:43:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2015-07-21T09:47:11.892+12:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith"/><title type='text'>The all of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They say courage isn’t the absence of fear, but feeling the fear and stepping forward anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.adulcia.com/2015/01/deepening.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;When I prayed “Lord, let me come deeper into you,”&lt;/a&gt; I expected it would be warm and wonderful. I thought there would be an intensity to my worship, that there would be a deep joy and an awareness of His love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What’s happened instead is there’s been a digging deeper inside of me, bringing to the surface my past anxieties, hurts and brokenness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was so much easier when the past stayed buried, the memories didn’t bother me and I didn’t bother them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know in my mind that it’s different now, but my physical emotions are not yet convinced.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.adulcia.com/2015/04/lies.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The past lies still mock me&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;You’re not good enough for this.&amp;nbsp; You don’t really belong here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;My stomach knots, my chest tightens.&amp;nbsp; Emotion wells up in my throat.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#400080&quot;&gt;You are here because I have led you here.&amp;nbsp; Don’t be afraid, I am with you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I couldn’t cry back then.&amp;nbsp; I dared not, it wasn’t safe.&amp;nbsp; I’m not afraid to cry now.&amp;nbsp; A caring hand on my shoulder, and the wave breaks over me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“You must be getting tired of praying for me week after week,” I say, “I don’t like being needy.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I am to worship with all of my heart and mind and soul and strength, then that includes these messy, hurting and broken parts of me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Instead of being afraid of these emotions, I will make them my offering at the altar, the gift of my worship.&amp;nbsp; I welcome and accept them, then give them to Him, just as they are.&amp;nbsp; This is my entire heart, the all of me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Lord, let me have courage.” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I feel the fear, but I’m not afraid of it.&amp;nbsp; I will step into and through it: one step, then another and another.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Send out your light and your truth;&lt;br&gt;let them guide me;&lt;br&gt;let them bring me to your &lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;holy mountain,&lt;br&gt;to the place where you dwell.&lt;br&gt;Then I will go to the altar of God,&lt;br&gt;to God, my joy and my delight.&lt;br&gt;I will praise you with the harp,&lt;br&gt;O God, my God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why are you downcast, O my soul?&lt;br&gt;Why so disturbed within me?&lt;br&gt;Put your hope in God, &lt;br&gt;for I will yet praise him,&lt;br&gt;my saviour and my God.&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;(Psalm 43:3-5, NIV 1985)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWJ4hcxTRa14-ozj1BYxOBtapfg1G9F2gQB7sxq98leNUepovUvQs-FyIjqgBnqB8cgmSyzc_5jG-8t56r1DI4HUa1hvbh-nfmmb4kHBWsPWCxIOSpHzpmfOgTBWFI5rjAqU2Fe3xvdQ/s1600-h/Share%252520Image%252520%2525281%252529%25255B1%25255D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;Share Image (1)&quot; style=&quot;border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Share Image (1)&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3rckDfZ3JcirKyynQM4-Rqwhf1BNNEb1AB3Z0deHQMiJkBfIIuDqGWLKfXs9SUVFGXD6qkZe-O1kaGptsBkU1t5_luSbyhA1Oe6-HxSvbuQb0TOkf18F5vYuFmtfZO58KgMrfLkZTWI/?imgmax=800&quot; 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Faced with a vast enemy, thoroughly outnumbered, Jehoshaphat responded by calling the nation to fasting and prayer, “For we have no power to face this vast army that is attacking us.&amp;nbsp; We do not know what to do, but our eyes are upon you.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God’s answer through the prophet was this: “Do not be afraid or discouraged because of this vast army.&amp;nbsp; For the battle is not yours, but God’s.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next morning, they went out towards the battle.&amp;nbsp; Jehoshaphat appointed men to sing to the Lord and to praise him for the splendour of his holiness as they went out at the head of the army, saying “Give thanks to the Lord, for his love endures forever.”&amp;nbsp; It was less a march to battle as it was a procession of worship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By they time they came to the place that overlooked the battle field, all they saw was a dead army awaiting plunder – the enemy had fought among themselves and so destroyed each other. &lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2+chronicles+20&amp;amp;version=NIVUK&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;(Retold from 2 Chronicles 20)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My enemy is within me.&amp;nbsp; My anxieties well up in me, wave upon wave, threatening to overwhelm me. I try using the breathing and relaxation techniques I’ve learned from my counsellor, but find myself me praying, shaking and trembling, tears streaming down my face.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I have no power to face this.&amp;nbsp; I don’t know what to do. I’m scared, but m&lt;em&gt;y eyes are upon you, God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is not your battle to fight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My default setting is to think “Here is a problem, I must do something to solve this.”&amp;nbsp; I now have two problems to solve: the original stress that has triggered this, and then the anxiety and fear, which often seems bigger than the original issue.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is not my battle to fight.&amp;nbsp; It’s not about fighting back against the anxiety, but shifting my focus to worship, “Give thanks to the Lord, for his love endures forever.”&amp;nbsp; I’m to change my approach from a march into battle to a procession of praise.&amp;nbsp; It’s a letting go of the need to DO, and Trusting instead.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Easier said than done.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t be afraid or discouraged.&amp;nbsp; This is not your battle to fight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRp15IxKnCCRlKxMeGyv3lYpSWnKYrMvVmr-uTffpGuH9bq4hNVGD_RhPaLLVXcLGW_GIlNyg7rNhEi1r02lvmrjGoERhwReukk3QZJ8O7TurxopSSxaZHTnrqjWXqLbrVBUCBaFjHQmo/s1600-h/2Ch20v10%25255B1%25255D.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img title=&quot;2Ch20v10&quot; style=&quot;border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;2Ch20v10&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhosB7HtEvbjzMKnMjqtl74OxqlmouhFk2OFxcODynEMHl3r1hio5nOGFxv142qn0nn0I0KTLxMI4HDq6yxHEytu6PmVBhQ3V3QsN8o3xFUjrb7m06soCQbaYjYky1Vyx9kssauk0UMlpo/?imgmax=800&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.adulcia.com/feeds/6065522294787190218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2015/06/not-your-battle-to-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/6065522294787190218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3631888986433662246/posts/default/6065522294787190218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.adulcia.com/2015/06/not-your-battle-to-fight.html' title='Not your battle to fight'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17197623078681301330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNP13CEsR_iwuWd5LL8pPOdKTTvA1wzdho2xQsxAGWgd0hQZcX5zTJ6ThdxuVlot8izaqzhTJm2oSswC8QI648Z7gz3XK-GBbaiUMXvZvGYh98Nx7tA_FMcf8pJ6oKQ/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhosB7HtEvbjzMKnMjqtl74OxqlmouhFk2OFxcODynEMHl3r1hio5nOGFxv142qn0nn0I0KTLxMI4HDq6yxHEytu6PmVBhQ3V3QsN8o3xFUjrb7m06soCQbaYjYky1Vyx9kssauk0UMlpo/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>