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/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>216</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/EverydayPlaces" /><feedburner:info uri="everydayplaces" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>EverydayPlaces</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4GRXczeSp7ImA9WhRaFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-2533460393552433304</id><published>2012-02-17T07:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T07:48:44.981-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-17T07:48:44.981-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="forgiveness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grace" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><title>My Son Found God In His Teeth...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Obviously, I've been a terrible blogger... as it's been 2 months since my last entry. &amp;nbsp;I've had some great ideas, but I've let myself be distracted with other stuff. &amp;nbsp;Nothing more "important" or anything - just stuff. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But I wanted to share with you an ongoing story my 8-year old has been telling me. &amp;nbsp;I think it shows how God can speak to us in "everyday, ordinary places." &amp;nbsp;Luke started his musings after a standard trip to the &lt;b&gt;dentist&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;The next morning, he says &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Whenever we get a cavity, it's like when we sin against God. &amp;nbsp;The cavity just grows and grows with our bigger sins. &amp;nbsp;Then when we brush our teeth or go to the dentist and have our teeth all fixed up, it's like God's grace - when He forgives our sins... and our teeth are nice and clean again."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They say God speaks to us in mysterious ways.... I don't feel inspired at the dentist, myself. &amp;nbsp;I feel tense, grumpy, and sore! &amp;nbsp;But my sweet son saw a link to God's grace with the swipe of the dentist's toothbrush; the dentist's chair is certainly an everyday, ordinary place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And that's what this blog is really all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Keep brushing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:) Mags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-2533460393552433304?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2533460393552433304/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=2533460393552433304&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/2533460393552433304?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/2533460393552433304?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/t1-0EY4tEtM/my-son-found-god-in-his-teeth.html" title="My Son Found God In His Teeth..." /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-son-found-god-in-his-teeth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEERXY4fyp7ImA9WhRQGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-3780794057774908488</id><published>2011-12-15T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T09:50:04.837-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-15T09:50:04.837-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>The M&amp;M's Christmas Story...</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love it when creative people come up with awesome ideas for everyday, ordinary objects. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Take &lt;b&gt;M&amp;amp;M's&lt;/b&gt; - simple, candy-coated chocolate with M's &lt;i&gt;(or W's if you have them upside-down!)&lt;/i&gt; - a candy that most everyone have eaten at one time or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And yet, with this everyday, ordinary candy, someone saw deeper into the M's &amp;amp; W's - and came up with this little lesson on Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogmyheartandhome.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/copy-of-the-mm-christmas-story1.jpg?w=231&amp;amp;h=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blogmyheartandhome.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/copy-of-the-mm-christmas-story1.jpg?w=231&amp;amp;h=300" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I found this awesome graphic &lt;a href="http://blogmyheartandhome.wordpress.com/2010/12/01/christmas-ideas-neighborhood-gifts/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;i&gt;a fantastic blog, by the way!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know if this lady came up with the idea and others followed or if she used the story and added her own graphics. &amp;nbsp;Either way, you have a wonderful and simple way to share the true message of Christmas to others - whether it be a Sunday School class, your neighbors, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Christmas, may you look deeper into everyday, ordinary things and find something PRAISE-WORTHY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Merry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:) Mags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-3780794057774908488?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3780794057774908488/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=3780794057774908488&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/3780794057774908488?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/3780794057774908488?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/It_09UfP0GY/m-christmas-story.html" title="The M&amp;M's Christmas Story..." /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/12/m-christmas-story.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIAR38-fip7ImA9WhRQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-3722028064401823516</id><published>2011-12-06T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T10:15:46.156-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T10:15:46.156-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="choices" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="behavior" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Psalms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="masterpiece" /><title>You are God's Masterpiece!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When I was in college, I had an assignment in my &lt;i&gt;Art For The Elementary Teacher&lt;/i&gt; class to construct something that showed a change between "fantasy and reality." &amp;nbsp;I created a life-size paper-mache horse mask that turned into a glittery unicorn when you inserted the horn up through an opening in his head. &amp;nbsp;It's huge and unwieldy, but I was quite proud of it (got an A+), and even though I took that class nearly 2 decades ago, the horse head is still in our basement and has followed us through two moves. &amp;nbsp;My husband even wore it when our son was 2 and dressed as a cowboy for Halloween - letting Jack upon his back in a "horsey-back" ride while they went trick-or-treating. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is a masterpiece to me&lt;/b&gt; - it might not be the prettiest thing to you, but I worked hard on it! &amp;nbsp;But what if my horse had a mind of it's own... the free will to make it's own choices? &amp;nbsp;Even though I spent hours... &lt;i&gt;days!!&lt;/i&gt;... crafting him with my own two hands, what if the horse decided that I really didn't know what I was doing after all? &amp;nbsp;What if the horse was positive that what I &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;meant to create was this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I would be frustrated, &lt;i&gt;angry &lt;/i&gt;even! &amp;nbsp;That's not what I meant to create! &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;I CREATED what I meant to create!&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I smoothed on the paper-mache. &amp;nbsp;I brushed the strokes of paint. &amp;nbsp;I attached the long, black mane! &amp;nbsp;I didn't mean for a green mane, or a hoop pierced through my horse's face, or pink, bloodshot eyes. &amp;nbsp;I certainly didn't mean for pink zebra stripes to mar his&amp;nbsp;majestic&amp;nbsp;face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A friend of mine posted this crazy-disturbing &lt;a href="http://www.bestoday.com.au/sick/archives/tattoos/"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;to people who have mutilated their bodies with extreme piercings, full-body tattoos, and something &lt;i&gt;horrendous &lt;/i&gt;called "scarification-cutting" where people carve and brand pictures into their skin! &amp;nbsp;These pictures make me sad. &amp;nbsp;I can't imagine the pain receiving these mutilations - and I can't imagine the pain that person might be in who felt they NEEDED these "adjustments" to their bodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I couldn't help but wonder what God thought of these "improvements" to his masterpieces...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ephesians 2:10 (NIV) says, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For we are God’s handiwork&lt;/b&gt;, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Deuteronomy 32:4 (NIV) says, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;He is the Rock, &lt;b&gt;his works are perfect&lt;/b&gt;, and all his ways are just. &amp;nbsp;A faithful God who does no wrong, upright and just is he."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God doesn't make mistakes. &amp;nbsp;God doesn't CREATE mistakes.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp; When Adam and Eve allowed sin into their lives, they paved the way for all kinds of sin to creep into ours. &amp;nbsp;And while we have the free will to mar and mutilate our bodies in a whole variety of ways, or choose activities and actions that blatantly go against the teachings of the Bible, or assure ourselves that "God" was the wrong one, &lt;b&gt;it doesn't make it true&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;And it doesn't make it okay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I struggle with weight. &amp;nbsp;I fluctuate between 4 different sizes depending on how I take care of this body. &amp;nbsp;I can blame a low metabolism &lt;i&gt;(yeah, I don't actually have this)&lt;/i&gt;, fast food restaurants&lt;i&gt; (French fries are such a weakness!)&lt;/i&gt;, the rain &lt;i&gt;(it's too depressing to exercise)&lt;/i&gt;, the sun &lt;i&gt;(it's too hot to exercise)&lt;/i&gt;, God-"made"-me-love-food &lt;i&gt;(so it's not my fault)&lt;/i&gt;, my skinny friends &lt;i&gt;(why can they eat anything and I can't?!!)&lt;/i&gt;, whatever. &amp;nbsp;The bottom line is that MY poor choices can turn this body into a blobby mushbag, and my wiser choices can help keep it working better and longer. &amp;nbsp;The choices *I* exercise over this body are my responsibility alone. &amp;nbsp;The choices *I* make to mar one of God's masterpieces are, again, my responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Perhaps if we start to view ourselves as being "&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20139:14&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;fearfully and wonderfully&lt;/a&gt;" made, in God's image, we would be less likely to justify our poor choices that hurt and harm our bodies, and more likely to take ownership of the masterpiece we have been entrusted to care for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you formed me in my mother's womb.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Body and soul, I am marvelously made!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I worship in adoration—what a creation!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You know me inside and out,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you know every bone in my body;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;how I was sculpted from nothing into something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;all the stages of my life were spread out before you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The days of my life all prepared&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;before I'd even lived one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 139:13-16, The Msg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Take care of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:) Mags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-3722028064401823516?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/3722028064401823516/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=3722028064401823516&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/3722028064401823516?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/3722028064401823516?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/AQ0-J3J88x8/you-are-gods-masterpiece.html" title="You are God's Masterpiece!!!" /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJH8YSLg_0s/Tt4mHFO6cRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xNXFgrvjjMU/s72-c/IMG_1833.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-are-gods-masterpiece.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8CQXk4eyp7ImA9WhdWE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-329069553231224039</id><published>2011-09-06T07:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T07:01:00.733-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T07:01:00.733-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual gifts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith" /><title>God and the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser - Part 2</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I should probably clean my shower floor more often... because using that Mr. Clean Magic Eraser sure inspired a few different ideas for posts! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-does-bald-headed-cleaner-guy-and.html"&gt;You can read Part I here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu1wx6tQp5I/TmOcSwl_6gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/oKqipb9Z3Gk/s1600/Mr-Clean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu1wx6tQp5I/TmOcSwl_6gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/oKqipb9Z3Gk/s200/Mr-Clean.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But on to a different tangent....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I saw a funny quote that said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways... covered in scars... body thoroughly used up... totally worn out... and screaming, "WHOOOOO-HOOOOOO! WHAT A RIDE!!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And I got to thinking about the talents that God gifts each of us with and THIS story from the Bible:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: blue;"&gt;It's also like a man going off on an extended trip. He called his servants together and delegated responsibilities. To one he gave five thousand dollars, to another two thousand, to a third one thousand, depending on their abilities. Then he left. Right off, the first servant went to work and doubled his master's investment. The second did the same. But the man with the single thousand dug a hole and carefully buried his master's money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: blue;"&gt;After a long absence, the master of those three servants came back and settled up with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: blue;"&gt;The one given five thousand dollars showed him how he had doubled his investment. His master commended him: 'Good work! You did your job well. From now on be my partner.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: blue;"&gt;The servant with the two thousand showed how he also had doubled his master's investment. His master commended him: 'Good work! You did your job well. From now on be my partner.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: blue;"&gt;The servant given one thousand said, 'Master, I know you have high standards and hate careless ways, that you demand the best and make no allowances for error. I was afraid I might disappoint you, so I found a good hiding place and secured your money. Here it is, safe and sound down to the last cent.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: blue;"&gt;The master was furious. 'That's a terrible way to live! It's criminal to live cautiously like that! If you knew I was after the best, why did you do less than the least? The least you could have done would have been to invest the sum with the bankers, where at least I would have gotten a little interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: blue;"&gt;Take the thousand and give it to the one who risked the most. And get rid of this "play-it-safe" who won't go out on a limb. Throw him out into utter darkness.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew 25:14-30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I imagine that when we get to Heaven, God would be most pleased for us stagger in with a body so completely and thoroughly used up because we had exhausted ourselves to the bitter end &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;using up the talents and gifts and blessings that God gave us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Like the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser... it starts out like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19thvKN0TmE/TmOchBBLZDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/sZkNQCH8C1g/s1600/mr-clean-magic-eraser-24-cs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19thvKN0TmE/TmOchBBLZDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/sZkNQCH8C1g/s1600/mr-clean-magic-eraser-24-cs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And after it has done it's job and it's all used up, it looks like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxJ5ol5gV9I/TmOdBDerIPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kwYfXCK5ANE/s1600/mr-clean-used.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxJ5ol5gV9I/TmOdBDerIPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kwYfXCK5ANE/s320/mr-clean-used.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Wouldn't it be wonderful if, when we finally get to Heaven, we have so completely and thoroughly used up the talents gifted to us from God, that we look like a used Magic Eraser? &amp;nbsp;Okay... &lt;i&gt;maybe not THAT graphic&lt;/i&gt;-- but you get the point! &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;How gratifying &lt;/b&gt;would it be to stand before the Lord and say, &lt;i&gt;"You gave me these gifts, and HERE is all that I was able to do with them. &amp;nbsp;Thank you?!"&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;And &lt;b&gt;how magnificent&lt;/b&gt; would it be for God to reply, &lt;i&gt;"Well done, my good and faithful servant?!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward, &lt;u&gt;it is the Lord Christ you are serving&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #777777; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;cite style="color: #252525; display: block; line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colossians 3:23-24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;God wants us to be smart... but not to live SO cautiously that we forget to use our God-Given talents and gifts to help others. &amp;nbsp;Maybe you have a talent for speaking, or singing, or writing, or teaching. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps you are super-good at organizing things &lt;i&gt;(come to my house!)&lt;/i&gt;, or great with technology, or just have a way with people. &amp;nbsp;It may not be a talent you use in your job &lt;i&gt;(but wouldn't that be cool?!)&lt;/i&gt;, but God sure would be honored if you'd find &lt;i&gt;many &lt;/i&gt;ways to use your gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think sometimes we forget about our spiritual gifts as we grow older. &amp;nbsp;Think about what you really, REALLY loved as a kid/tween/teenager... and when did you start moving away from those things? &amp;nbsp;In my 8th grade yearbook, I wrote that I wanted to be an &lt;b&gt;actress &lt;/b&gt;or a &lt;b&gt;writer &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(technology as we know it now had not been invented yet - I would have written "special effects designer for Skywalker Ranch and George Lucas" had I known that was an option!). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;As a teacher for 7 years, I WAS an "actress" at times... getting kids excited about math (when it's my least favorite subject), pretending that I was thrilled when a student brought me 20 cicadas at recess... assuring the principal that lunch duty is, of course, my favorite thing to do... *wink*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But one of my favorite things-- &lt;b&gt;writing&lt;/b&gt;-- fell by the wayside (probably buried in all the papers I had to grade!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Every time I post an article to this blog, I am using a gift that God gave me to bring glory to His name. &amp;nbsp;Every time someone leaves a comment here on the blog or on the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/EverydayPlaces"&gt;EverydayPlaces Facebook page&lt;/a&gt;, I get a thrill that &lt;i&gt;something I wrote&lt;/i&gt; was well-received by someone else. &amp;nbsp;When I write, I can take this small seed of an idea... and, hopefully more often than not, turn it into something special. &amp;nbsp;And when I use my writing talent to bring glory to His name, I hope he is pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I also love to scrapbook - and have been scrapbooking in some form or another since I was 15 years old. &amp;nbsp;You may wonder how in the world one can combine a talent for scrapbooking with bringing Glory to God, but I was able to teach two different &lt;b&gt;Scrapbooking Bible Studies&lt;/b&gt; at my church!! &amp;nbsp; The scrapbooks created by the ladies who took the classes were stunning! &amp;nbsp; When you can combine something you really, REALLY LOVE with a way of honoring God... well... &lt;i&gt;the results are guaranteed to be amazing!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;God's various gifts are handed out everywhere; but they all originate in God's Spirit. God's various ministries are carried out everywhere; but they all originate in God's Spirit. God's various expressions of power are in action everywhere; but God himself is behind it all. Each person is given something to do that shows who God is: Everyone gets in on it, everyone benefits. All kinds of things are handed out by the Spirit, and to all kinds of people! The variety is wonderful!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1 Corinthians 12:4-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So what do you love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are your talents?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And how can you put them to good use for God?!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:) Mags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-329069553231224039?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/329069553231224039/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=329069553231224039&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/329069553231224039?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/329069553231224039?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/CbXXP8ijQDE/god-and-mr-clean-magic-eraser-part-2.html" title="God and the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser - Part 2" /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu1wx6tQp5I/TmOcSwl_6gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/oKqipb9Z3Gk/s72-c/Mr-Clean.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/09/god-and-mr-clean-magic-eraser-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYFR3wyeCp7ImA9WhdWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-1357301514878387659</id><published>2011-09-04T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:01:56.290-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-04T12:01:56.290-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="forgiveness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cleaning" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chores" /><title>What Does a Bald-Headed Cleaner-Guy and Jesus Have in Common?</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We have this walk-in shower that is all one piece (floor and walls) - the engineers that designed it tried to create a no-slip surface by subtly mottling the floor. &amp;nbsp;I don't know about "no-slip" (get some conditioner on it, and it's quite slick!), but those little&amp;nbsp;divots&amp;nbsp;sure get dirty quickly... and are nearly impossible to clean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Enter the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Clean Magic Bathroom Eraser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... &lt;i&gt;(*pause for Superhero music):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu1wx6tQp5I/TmOcSwl_6gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/oKqipb9Z3Gk/s1600/Mr-Clean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu1wx6tQp5I/TmOcSwl_6gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/oKqipb9Z3Gk/s1600/Mr-Clean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;With a little effort, the dirt that has fused itself to my shower floor "magically" disappears! &amp;nbsp;What's interesting is that the little white brick started off looking like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19thvKN0TmE/TmOchBBLZDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/sZkNQCH8C1g/s1600/mr-clean-magic-eraser-24-cs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-19thvKN0TmE/TmOchBBLZDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/sZkNQCH8C1g/s1600/mr-clean-magic-eraser-24-cs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But now looks like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxJ5ol5gV9I/TmOdBDerIPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kwYfXCK5ANE/s1600/mr-clean-used.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxJ5ol5gV9I/TmOdBDerIPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kwYfXCK5ANE/s200/mr-clean-used.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aside from the fact that it's NASTY, notice that after it &lt;i&gt;removed?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;absorbed?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; all of the stains (leaving my shower floor sparkly-new again), the sponge-like pad is deformed... dirty...broken...&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;completely used up. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;JESUS did that for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus was like the brilliantly-white, new Mr. Clean Magic Eraser who came down to earth to clean up our mess. &amp;nbsp;By the time His task was complete, He was tired... broken... and completely used up. &amp;nbsp;He was the "Magic Eraser" to our sinful lives. &amp;nbsp;And, because of Him, we can be shiny new each day... every time we ask for forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come:&amp;nbsp;The old has gone, the new is here!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:17 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;... What we see is that anyone united with the Messiah gets a fresh start, is created new. The old life is gone; a new life burgeons! Look at it! All this comes from the God who settled the relationship between us and him, and then called us to settle our relationships with each other. God put the world square with himself through the Messiah, giving the world a fresh start by offering forgiveness of sins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:17-19ish (MSG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm thankful that every day (every hour or minute if I need it!), I can ask for forgiveness and receive it. &amp;nbsp;I can be washed clean with Jesus the "magical eraser" of sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:) Mags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-1357301514878387659?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1357301514878387659/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=1357301514878387659&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/1357301514878387659?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/1357301514878387659?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/WoT3isbROG0/what-does-bald-headed-cleaner-guy-and.html" title="What Does a Bald-Headed Cleaner-Guy and Jesus Have in Common?" /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu1wx6tQp5I/TmOcSwl_6gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/oKqipb9Z3Gk/s72-c/Mr-Clean.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-does-bald-headed-cleaner-guy-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMDRX8yeyp7ImA9WhdWE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-2335744500688551618</id><published>2011-08-17T13:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:11:14.193-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-07T08:11:14.193-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="belief" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Guest Columnist" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith" /><title>Guest Columnist:  Tia Thomas &amp; God on the Highway</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My friend,&lt;b&gt; Tia Thomas&lt;/b&gt;, wrote a most wonderful devotional that I've been given permission to reprint below. &amp;nbsp;It totally follows this blog's theme of opening your eyes to seeing God in everyday, ordinary places; she found God on the &lt;i&gt;highway &lt;/i&gt;of all things!! &amp;nbsp;I hope you enjoy her story - and&lt;b&gt; please consider leaving a comment&lt;/b&gt;; I know she'd appreciate reading your encouraging feedback!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Found God On The Highway&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;by Tia S. Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/SmileyMags/Travel/26_9_12.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;Yesterday, as I was driving down the four lane, I saw a man and a blind woman walking along on the shoulder of the road. With one hand, she was tapping along with her cane, with the other, she was holding his elbow. Cars sped past them going 50+ mph, less than 3 feet away. It occured to me how scary it must be for her to hear those vehicles bearing down on them, so fast and loud. But still, she walked. And then it occured to me, how much she must trust him to guide her. One wrong step, and she would be in the path of the traffic. One stumble, and she would tumble down the bank on her right into the creek below. But still, she walked. Forward, into unknown darkness that lie ahead of her. Her source of security was her hand on his elbow. The thing is, he could see where they were going. He saw the path, he saw what was ahead. She just had to trust him, hang on to him and most importantly - go where he led her. If she pushed him away or went against his lead, she would have been in serious trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Then, it occurred to me,&lt;b&gt; that is me. That is all of us.&lt;/b&gt; We are blind to what lies ahead. We can't see the future. We tap along with our plans, our preparations trying to anticipate what lies ahead, but the truth is, life is far too unpredictable and dangerous for us to rely on our plans and preparations. What we need is a guide who can see what is ahead and we can trust to lead us to where we are going.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We have that. But why do we try so hard to push Him away?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We try to forge ahead on our own, tapping along in the way we think is best. But He can SEE when we can't. All we have to do is take his arm and trust Him. We have to trust Him completely though, follow him no matter what - one wrong step, one stumble and we will tumble off course and it will hurt...big time. The traffic is bearing down on us and it is scary! We can hear and feel it all around us.&amp;nbsp; Satan is throwing things at us left and right. We can't see them coming. They take us by surprise. We ask, "Why did that happen?" God says, "I saw it coming. I led you out of it's path but you pulled against me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, and why were they going down the shoulder instead of the sidewalk? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The sidewalk would have been smoother, easier, right? Yes, it would have been, but further down the road, they needed to take a right. If they had been going down the easy path, when they came to their turn, they would have had to cross through a very busy, very dangerous intersection. By taking the more difficult path to get there, they were able to avoid an even more difficult situation down the road. She couldn't see that, but he could. That also happens to us. Sometimes, things are difficult, bad things happen. There are holes and obstacles in the path that God is leading us along, we ask &lt;i&gt;"Why didn't you lead me around that God? I'm following you!"&lt;/i&gt; He says, &lt;i&gt;"I didn't lead you around it, but I am leading you through it". &lt;/i&gt;Maybe, just maybe, God is leading me down a difficult path to avoid an even more difficult future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Could that be it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I can't see it, &lt;b&gt;but He can.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-2335744500688551618?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/2335744500688551618/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=2335744500688551618&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/2335744500688551618?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/2335744500688551618?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/o7ElkkW52gQ/guest-columnist-tia-thomas-god-on.html" title="Guest Columnist:  Tia Thomas &amp; God on the Highway" /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/08/guest-columnist-tia-thomas-god-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IDQ3o4cCp7ImA9WhdRF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-5306938272139256108</id><published>2011-08-06T08:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T11:06:12.438-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-07T11:06:12.438-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="choices" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="belief" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="imperfections" /><title>I Found God in a Puzzle...</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm part of the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/21301279021/"&gt;Christian Women's Bloggers Network&lt;/a&gt; on Facebook. &amp;nbsp;There, Christian bloggers can network, increase exposure to our respective blogs, and read some FANTASTIC blogs from other Christian authors. &amp;nbsp;I read one today that really got me thinking. &amp;nbsp;It was a short devotion called "&lt;a href="http://confessionsofanaveragehousewife.blogspot.com/2011/08/broken-for-whole.html?"&gt;Broken For Whole&lt;/a&gt;" and talked about how God wants us to come to him, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;broken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, so that HE can heal us and make us whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It got me thinking about puzzles.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;My kids love puzzles, but they approach them VERY differently. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Jack &lt;/b&gt;is the logical one. &amp;nbsp;He turns all of the pieces over &lt;i&gt;(this may seem obvious, but wait until I explain his brother's methods!),&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;separates the edges and corners, then sorts the remaining pieces by color before even starting the puzzle. &amp;nbsp;He begins working from the outside-in, glancing at the puzzle's photo often as he methodically matches up the pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luke&lt;/b&gt;, on the other hand, dumps the pieces into a random pile. &amp;nbsp;He hardly even turns them over let alone sorts them! &amp;nbsp;His eyes scan the haphazard heap and he grabs two pieces that seem to match by either their puzzle-y edges or their colors and then puts them together. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Click! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;They fit! &amp;nbsp;He continues on this way, barely looking at the puzzle photo, building the overall picture from the inside-out! &amp;nbsp;My husband and I really don't even understand his thinking (our brains work more like Jack's) and can't fathom how Luke sees the connections between the pieces the way that he does. &amp;nbsp;But this crazy method works for him. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Either way... the end result is the same: &amp;nbsp;the puzzle is completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But what if you finished your puzzle and found that one, lone piece was missing?!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;What if you spend hours and HOURS sorting and scanning and comparing and working to finish this multi-hundred-piece puzzle only to find that one piece wasn't there?!!! &amp;nbsp;It wouldn't matter that the puzzle was "ALMOST" finished - it's still missing a piece!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That is your life without God&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Unfinished... incomplete... really, kind-of a waste of time, actually! &amp;nbsp;Because all of that working and and living and trying is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;fruitless &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;if you don't include God in your life! &amp;nbsp;Life is hard enough; you need ALL the pieces! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Furthermore, just like the HUGE differences between the ways that Jack and Luke each complete a puzzle, &lt;i&gt;your life journey is going to be unique.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;I started this blog because I was sure that there &lt;i&gt;had &lt;/i&gt;to be other people out there who were floundering and frustrated with &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;finding God in the "&lt;i&gt;ordinary&lt;/i&gt;" places... in church, in private school, etc. &amp;nbsp;My methods and experiences to placing that final piece into place &lt;i&gt;(CLICK!) &lt;/i&gt;were along a twisty, windy road with many, MANY dead ends. &amp;nbsp;I'm just grateful that God is patient... and never gives up on one of his children. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If you can't see the whole picture, then perhaps you are missing a crucial piece to your life puzzle. &amp;nbsp;God is the final piece! &amp;nbsp;And &lt;b&gt;with God&lt;/b&gt;, your life-puzzle becomes more than just a jumble of mismatched pieces...&lt;b&gt; your life becomes a MASTERPIECE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"&gt;And we know that God causes everything to work together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 5px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Romans 8:28 (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;------- Additional Note -------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you've read &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofanaveragehousewife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;'s original post and then mine, &lt;i&gt;you still don't have all the pieces.&lt;/i&gt;.. because my friend Cindi wrote a follow-up to this about trying to do things your own way withOUT God and how the pieces just don't match up. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://surrenderinfaith.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-assembly-required.html?showComment=1312729228043#c1391268613877000114"&gt;Be SURE to read on HERE NEXT&lt;/a&gt;! &amp;nbsp;It's a fabulous conclusion to this idea!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Also - I've created an &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Everyday-Places/214361878611202"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyday Places Facebook Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - by "liking" it, you'll be able to see notifications on your Homepage of new posts. &amp;nbsp;I'm an&amp;nbsp;inherently&amp;nbsp;lazy person - and Facebook is the very first place I go every morning to check the latest news... so if you are anything like me, having one place to see all of my favorite blogs is GREAT! &amp;nbsp;I really hope you'll "like" the page and share it with your friends and family. &amp;nbsp;I'm feeling a calling to really work on this blog - but since I'm a totally comment-junkie,&lt;b&gt; I need all of the feedback and encouragement I can get!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hope you all are having a good summer - we are in the middle of select baseball tryouts for my older son. &amp;nbsp;His team's coaching staff kind of "imploded" at the end of the season and the team broke apart. &amp;nbsp;Tryouts are VERY competitive - I've been saying little prayers to God that Jack finds new team. &amp;nbsp;He LOVES baseball and really wants to play at this level... but the competition is FIERCE! &amp;nbsp;Hopefully we'll get good news soon!&lt;br /&gt;
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On a different note, we visited with my parents and nephew today. &amp;nbsp;Want a glimpse of God? &amp;nbsp;We watched Jack (age 10) play with his 2-year old cousin, Connor. &amp;nbsp;Connor was afraid of a book that had bugs in it (Sam's Burger and Sam's Sandwich); Jack was so gentle and kind... showing him how the book was just pretend. &amp;nbsp;He even got Connor to TOUCH the "bugs!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7fPX0-_PrI/TjyBe6bRoXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gWF57oX9vr4/s1600/JLConnor_11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7fPX0-_PrI/TjyBe6bRoXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gWF57oX9vr4/s320/JLConnor_11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If only we had that kind-of patience ALL the time! I was really proud of Jack today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope to see you all on Facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:) Mags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-5161230064490309524?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5161230064490309524/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=5161230064490309524&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/5161230064490309524?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/5161230064490309524?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/7SWL_Moq4z4/blog-make-over-new-facebook-page.html" title="Blog Make-over &amp; new Facebook Page!" /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7fPX0-_PrI/TjyBe6bRoXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gWF57oX9vr4/s72-c/JLConnor_11.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-make-over-new-facebook-page.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMDRH4-eSp7ImA9WhdRFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-6821997475964920803</id><published>2011-08-04T11:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T11:41:15.051-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-04T11:41:15.051-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="choices" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="behavior" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Psalms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whining" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="burdens" /><title>I Found God on the Clearance Rack...</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I love a good bargain! &amp;nbsp;I have a cozy winter fleece (that heavier Sherpa fleece material) that I once found for just $2.00 on the clearance rack at Kohls. &amp;nbsp;It makes me smile every time I get to wear it - because it is one of my favorites... and it was so&amp;nbsp;ridiculously&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;cheap..&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt;(and because wearing it means it's finally really COLD... my very favorite weather!).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;But while I love to find massively discounted "THINGS" on clearance, I certainly wouldn't want a PERSON to feel that they are so "worthless" that if there was a &lt;i&gt;people&lt;/i&gt;-clearance rack, they would be on it. &amp;nbsp;I saw this quote today on Facebook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you're not being treated with love and respect, check your price tag. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps you have marked yourself down. &amp;nbsp;It's YOU who tell people what you're worth by what you accept. &amp;nbsp;Get off the clearance rack and get behind the glass where they keep the valuables! &amp;nbsp;Value yourself more... because if you don't, no one else will!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;We all have times when we feel worthless, low, cheap, or on that clearance rack. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes it's the result of how we let others treat us - or how we treat ourselves. &amp;nbsp;But God views EACH of us as unique and priceless... each of us &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;matters&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;What's the price of two or three pet canaries? Some loose change, right? But God never overlooks a single one. And he pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail—even numbering the hairs on your head! So don't be intimidated by all this bully talk. You're worth more than a million canaries.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;Luke 12:6-7 (The Msg)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have worth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are valuable.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are PRICELESS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So if you are feeling like you've been placed on the clearance rack, how have you gotten there? &amp;nbsp;What can &lt;b&gt;you &lt;/b&gt;do to get off?! &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Stand up for yourself!&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Pray for &lt;b&gt;wisdom &lt;/b&gt;in your choices, &lt;b&gt;strength &lt;/b&gt;to deal with others' un-Christianlike behaviors, and the &lt;b&gt;peace &lt;/b&gt;of mind to follow through with what you know is right. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Surround yourself with Christian friends - &lt;/b&gt;people who can love and support you... and treat you right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have worth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are valuable.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are priceless.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And God loves you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You don't belong on the clearance rack. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;NO &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;child of God belongs on the clearance rack! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you formed me in my mother's womb.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Body and soul, I am marvelously made!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I worship in adoration—what a creation!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You know me inside and out,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;you know every bone in my body;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;how I was sculpted from nothing into something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;all the stages of my life were spread out before you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The days of my life all prepared before I'd even lived one day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Psalms 139:13-16 (The Msg)&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So stop letting people walk all over you! &amp;nbsp;Stop letting events "happen" to you and start being proactive in living the life God has planned for you. &amp;nbsp;Whether that means disengaging yourself from bad influences, or taking control of your finances, or ceasing the endless train of bad decisions you've been making. &amp;nbsp;God has big plans for you... so start praying and talking with God to find out what those plans may be! &amp;nbsp;You know He has your best interests at heart - and that He considers YOU to be so precious, so valuable, and so loved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“God created human beings in His own image. In the image of God, He created them. Because you are made in God’s image, you are a reflection of His glory and valuable.&amp;nbsp;God loves you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;and made you to be like Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Genesis 1:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have worth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are valuable.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are priceless.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God loves you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Act like it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thinking of you today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:) Mags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-6821997475964920803?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6821997475964920803/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=6821997475964920803&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/6821997475964920803?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/6821997475964920803?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/IdHL_5kjMDs/i-found-god-on-clearance-rack.html" title="I Found God on the Clearance Rack..." /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-found-god-on-clearance-rack.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcHRnw4eSp7ImA9WhdSGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-6046304306331007441</id><published>2011-07-28T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T11:13:57.231-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-28T11:13:57.231-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="choices" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="behavior" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="honesty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="belief" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="witnessing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="authenticity" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith" /><title>I Found God in Falling Skies...</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm constantly looking for a &lt;i&gt;Buffy&lt;/i&gt;-replacement. &amp;nbsp;So far, nothing has matched my all-time favorite show, and most shows I end up liking don't make it past one season (&lt;i&gt;No Ordinary Family&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;V&lt;/i&gt;, etc.). &amp;nbsp;But, I've found new one on Sunday nights on TNT that I am loving...!! &amp;nbsp;It's called &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tnt.tv/series/fallingskies/"&gt;Falling Skies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; with Noah Wyle. &amp;nbsp;Alien invasion, great action, and intriguing characters are just what I like... and I discovered a happy surprise while watching it... &lt;b&gt;There's a Christian character! &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;And &lt;i&gt;for once&lt;/i&gt;, she's not a freaky religious&amp;nbsp;caricature&amp;nbsp;of what a Christian is truly like!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Lourdes" (played by&amp;nbsp;Seychelle Gabriel) is a pre-med student whose college education was interrupted by the alien invasion of the Skitters and Mechs. &amp;nbsp;She helps in the clinic of one of the resistance bands, and routinely (normally!) displays her Christian faith in each episode. &amp;nbsp;We see her pray before each meal, openly discussing her faith to the other characters (even if they don't agree - or even have any faith of their own), and... my favorite... when she prays over photos of each of the missing children posted to a bulletin board. &amp;nbsp;She doesn't preach - she leads by example, and she doesn't back down when other characters make fun of her or dismiss her faith as "pointless."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This character does what we, as Christians, should ALL be doing... letting her &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;actions &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;show others that a faith in God will give us strength in the hard times, enable us to see outside of ourselves to help others, and though our everyday, ordinary actions, show how our faith in God has transformed our heart, our mind, and our actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;People are usually&amp;nbsp;leery&amp;nbsp;of those&lt;i&gt; "freaky, religious people"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;infiltrating&amp;nbsp;the workplace or social settings outside of church. &amp;nbsp;I confess that I have a BIG freak-o-meter, myself! &amp;nbsp;I can't stand meeting pushy religious people who seem to be play-acting their faith. &amp;nbsp;The trick is to be "normal" - to "naturally" share your faith in small, authentic ways... to gently lead others by example. &amp;nbsp;God can change someone's heart; He doesn't need you do do His job. &amp;nbsp;But you can open a door by being the kind of person who represents God authentically with honor, integrity, and honesty. &amp;nbsp;There is a great article about naturally sharing your faith in the workplace &lt;a href="http://www.christianity.com/Home/Christian%20Living/Features/1219764/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Falling Skies&lt;/i&gt; is not a religious show. &amp;nbsp;It is a show with guns and bad language and survival in a post-invaded world. &amp;nbsp;There is violence, and fear, and grief, and hard choices... the alien-invasion part may be make-believe, but the human feelings are common in many situations in our real-life world. &amp;nbsp;But God makes our life better when we let Him work through us naturally... &lt;i&gt;in everyday, ordinary places... &lt;/i&gt;and allows us to lead others to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What can you do to share your faith naturally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 class="passage-header"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The World Is Not a Stage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-9943" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Be especially careful when you are trying to be good so that you don't make a performance out of it. It might be good theater, but the God who made you won't be applauding.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-9944" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2-4&lt;/sup&gt;"When you do something for someone else, don't call attention to yourself. You've seen them in action, I'm sure—'playactors' I call them— treating prayer meeting and street corner alike as a stage, acting compassionate as long as someone is watching, playing to the crowds. They get applause, true, but that's all they get. When you help someone out, don't think about how it looks. Just do it—quietly and unobtrusively. &lt;b&gt;That is the way your God, who conceived you in love, working behind the scenes, helps you out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h5 class="passage-header"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pray with Simplicity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-9945" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;"And when you come before God, don't turn that into a theatrical production either. All these people making a regular show out of their prayers, hoping for stardom! Do you think God sits in a box seat?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew 6:1-5 (Msg)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You can win more people to Christ with your everyday, ordinary behavior than you can preaching at them. &amp;nbsp;Leave the preaching to the Pastors, and lead by quiet example. &amp;nbsp;Your example just might be the one thing someone else needs to come to know Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Take care of you and yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:) Mags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-6046304306331007441?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6046304306331007441/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=6046304306331007441&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/6046304306331007441?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/6046304306331007441?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/F8Y0aeRUtls/i-found-god-in-falling-skies.html" title="I Found God in Falling Skies..." /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-found-god-in-falling-skies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08HSX46eip7ImA9WhZUGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-5096018567668167351</id><published>2011-06-12T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T10:43:58.012-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-12T10:43:58.012-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pants" /><title>Farewell "Jesus Pants" - Part III of the "Cursed Pants"</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;One of my favorite series of posts are on my &lt;b&gt;Jesus Pants&lt;/b&gt; - a pair of khaki pants that seem to attract stains. &amp;nbsp;In my first story about them, I referred to them as the "&lt;a href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-found-god-in-some-cursed-pants.html"&gt;cursed pants&lt;/a&gt;" - a post that talked about the cycle of sin and forgiveness. &amp;nbsp;Then my perspective changed - "cursed" is too harsh a word for these amazing pants - they are &lt;a href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-found-god-in-some-cursed-pants-part-2.html"&gt;Jesus Pants&lt;/a&gt;! &amp;nbsp;They accept the stains to keep other clothes from being ruined! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unfortunately... a couple of weeks ago, the Jesus Pants met their end... but God is not without a sense of humor, that's for sure...!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I had worn my Jesus pants on a date with my husband. &amp;nbsp;We went to Qdoba for lunch and were stopping by the grocery store after &lt;i&gt;(I know, I know... when you've been married 15 years, a kid-free grocery store visit IS a date!! - LOL!).&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;We'd been all through the deli aisles, the bakery area, the fruit and veggies, and the pasta/Mexican aisles when I zipped ahead of David (who had the cart) to skirt between two older ladies who were clogging up an aisle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When David caught up to me, he could barely speak, he was laughing so hard! &amp;nbsp;I was backed up against a display as he leaned down and told me that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;my pants had a H U G E rip across the backside!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Apparently all of those cycles of bleach had finally worn them out and my favorite pants how had a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;7" tear at the very top of my thigh in the back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I had been flashing the world for several aisles already!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fortunately, I still had my "winter" purse - a bigger messenger bag style so I shifted the bag to hide my behind, and slowly walked out to the car to wait. &amp;nbsp;When I got there, I could tell this tear was big -- mainly because I could feel the seat of the car on my upper leg!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;God has a great sense of humor. &amp;nbsp;Rather than a quiet end to these great pants, they got a BIG send-off!! &amp;nbsp;I hope He was laughing in Heaven -- not at my expense, of course -- but at the general hilarity of the situation. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The pants are gone - but its stories will not be forgotten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Take the time to find humor in the world around your world. &amp;nbsp;Our God is the One who created the &lt;a href="http://www.hdpicturesofanimals.com/hd-animals-pictures/giraffe-3.jpg"&gt;giraffe&lt;/a&gt; (with a tongue long-enough to clean out it's own ears), the annoying &lt;a href="http://www.hdpicturesofanimals.com/hd-animals-pictures/giraffe-3.jpg"&gt;mosquito&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f270/lol93/nacktmull.jpg"&gt;freaky naked mole rat&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://brianromero.com/blog/2006/10_october/pacman_frog.jpg"&gt;horned frog&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;This is a God who obviously likes jokes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:) Mags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-5096018567668167351?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5096018567668167351/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=5096018567668167351&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/5096018567668167351?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/5096018567668167351?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/-dCQIH7zroI/farewell-jesus-pants-part-iii-of-cursed.html" title="Farewell &quot;Jesus Pants&quot; - Part III of the &quot;Cursed Pants&quot;" /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/06/farewell-jesus-pants-part-iii-of-cursed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YFQ34-fCp7ImA9WhZVFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-5885623132003780444</id><published>2011-05-27T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T08:58:32.054-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-27T08:58:32.054-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="praise" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Psalms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratitude" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="witnessing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God" /><title>My God Is NOT Anonymous!</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I REALLY like it when awesome things happen to people and they remember to thank God. &amp;nbsp;Too often we run screaming to God BEGGING for &lt;i&gt;"HEEELLLLPPPPP!!!"&lt;/i&gt; when things go sour, but then&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;forget &lt;/i&gt;to run screaming to him shouting "THHAAANNKKK &amp;nbsp;YOOOUUU!!!" when we've been blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fortunately, this week, there have been some great examples of people remembering the Lord...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1. Scotty McCreery won this year's American Idol. &amp;nbsp;One of the FIRST things he said, to the ENTIRE cheering audience was "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianpost.com/news/american-idol-winner-scotty-mccreery-credits-the-lord-50525/"&gt;I've got to thank the Lord first; he got me here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In fact, &lt;i&gt;every week&lt;/i&gt; over the course of the competition, Scotty has taken the time to give thanks for his successes. &amp;nbsp;How fantastic is that? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.onemomsworld.com/scotty-mccreery-thanks-god-for-helping-him-through-american-idol/"&gt;This blog article&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;written by a person from his hometown area further explains how God has blessed Scotty AND how he has openly offered this thanks to Him. &amp;nbsp;It is so refreshing to see someone in the public light, with thousands of fans (many of them tween kids) seeing a role model who is opening faithful to God. &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rock on, Scotty!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Tornadoes have been ripping through areas of the US this week. &amp;nbsp;One even touched town briefly in Liberty Township, OH which is just a few miles from our house! &amp;nbsp;Despite "only" being an F1 tornado (the 2nd weakest), the short 100 yards it hit were&amp;nbsp;devastated. &lt;a href="http://www.fox19.com/story/14736397/home"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Take THIS house&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wxix.images.worldnow.com/images/14736397_BG1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://wxix.images.worldnow.com/images/14736397_BG1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;YIKES!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hannah Hawkins (17) and her Mom were asleep &lt;i&gt;UPSTAIRS &lt;/i&gt;when the tornado ripped the roof and walls off of the second floor in the middle of the night. &amp;nbsp;As the father ran up from the basement (after hearing his daughter screaming), he could stare right up into the night sky. &amp;nbsp;The ROOF WAS GONE! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmsimg.cincinnati.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?NewTbl=1&amp;amp;Site=AB&amp;amp;Date=20110526&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01&amp;amp;ArtNo=105260805&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Item=12&amp;amp;Maxw=640&amp;amp;Maxh=410&amp;amp;q=60" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://cmsimg.cincinnati.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?NewTbl=1&amp;amp;Site=AB&amp;amp;Date=20110526&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01&amp;amp;ArtNo=105260805&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Item=12&amp;amp;Maxw=640&amp;amp;Maxh=410&amp;amp;q=60" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There is a wonderful article in today's &lt;a href="http://news.cincinnati.com/article/20110526/NEWS01/305260017/Tornado-rocks-Liberty-Township-subdivision?odyssey=tab|mostpopular|text|FRONTPAGE"&gt;Cincinnati Enquirer&lt;/a&gt; chronicling this scary event. &amp;nbsp;The Hawkins' across-the-street-neighbor, Kelvin Scott, found one of his cars completely flipped over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmsimg.cincinnati.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?NewTbl=1&amp;amp;Site=AB&amp;amp;Date=20110526&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01&amp;amp;ArtNo=105260805&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Item=3&amp;amp;Maxw=640&amp;amp;Maxh=410&amp;amp;q=60" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://cmsimg.cincinnati.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?NewTbl=1&amp;amp;Site=AB&amp;amp;Date=20110526&amp;amp;Category=NEWS01&amp;amp;ArtNo=105260805&amp;amp;Ref=PH&amp;amp;Item=3&amp;amp;Maxw=640&amp;amp;Maxh=410&amp;amp;q=60" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is what he said about the tornado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2c2c; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“God preserved everybody in this neighborhood. This is all just material stuff. Cars, homes can all be replaced. But human life cannot. &lt;b&gt;So God gets all the praise.&lt;/b&gt; He was looking out for everybody in this neighborhood last night.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2c2c; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God gets all the praise.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;This should be our mantra - in every awesome moment, in every quiet success, in every GOOD thing in our lives, to give thanks AND to tell others of the blessings we've received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will give thanks to you, LORD, with all my heart;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;Psalm 9:1 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c2c2c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God does NOT want to be anonymous.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;He wants you to &lt;b&gt;share &lt;/b&gt;how He has blessed and changed your life. &amp;nbsp;Whether you blog, or Facebook, or witness, or just talk amongst your friends, be sure to weave in a comment or two that shows others that your God is not anonymous, and that you are thankful for His blessings everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:) Mags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-5885623132003780444?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5885623132003780444/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=5885623132003780444&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/5885623132003780444?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/5885623132003780444?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/hWeFNFHnRVM/my-god-is-not-anonymous.html" title="My God Is NOT Anonymous!" /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-god-is-not-anonymous.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8DQXk_cCp7ImA9WhZWFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-8724822555024492381</id><published>2011-05-16T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:07:50.748-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-16T10:07:50.748-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="addictions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="behavior" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="burdens" /><title>I Found God in Fake Rabbits...</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;One of our pastors told us this story on Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A pastor went to visit a home. &amp;nbsp;At the house, lived a retired greyhound racing dog. &amp;nbsp;As the pastor waited to talk to the family, he decided to talk to the dog. &amp;nbsp;"Why are you retired?" he asked. &amp;nbsp;"You look to be pretty healthy."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog looked at him and said, "I am healthy. &amp;nbsp;But I quit." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Were you not any good?" asked the Pastor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I was very good. &amp;nbsp;I won the races many times," replied the dog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Were you treated poorly?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog considered this. &amp;nbsp;"Conditions for a greyhound are not the best," he admitted. "But that's not why I quit."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Then why?" asked the Pastor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Because," answered the dog. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;"The 'rabbit' I was chasing wasn't even real."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/SmileyMags/Animals/dogs/greyhound-rabbit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/SmileyMags/Animals/dogs/greyhound-rabbit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Think of all of those greyhounds... chasing that fake rabbit. &amp;nbsp;Around and around they go thinking that they will be successful... thinking that they will snag that bunny. &amp;nbsp;Yet every time, the race suddenly ends, the rabbit disappears, and the dogs shake their heads in confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It was right there!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I almost had it!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Just another second...!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why are we stopping??!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many times do we chase fake rabbits?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;How many times do we work, and work, and &lt;i&gt;work&lt;/i&gt; for something only to see that it wasn't nearly as good as we thought it'd be? &amp;nbsp; A new car... a promotion... expensive clothes...? &amp;nbsp;How many of us remember the days in high school or college where we were encouraged to make "Goal Lists?" &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Where will you be in 5 years? &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;In 10 years? &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;How often did these lists include things like &lt;i&gt;I will be the boss of my company.... &amp;nbsp;I will make a 6-figure salary... &amp;nbsp;I will have a big house and nice car....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I once had a neighbor who moved away because she wanted an "executive house" -- a house that reflected the stature of her husband's very "important" job. &amp;nbsp;Nevermind that her current house had 4 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, a screened-in back porch, and really cool neighbors*. (*wink) &amp;nbsp;Ignore the fact that her only child had already left for college and it was just her and her husband. &amp;nbsp;The need for some&lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; MORE overshadowed being grateful for what she already had. &amp;nbsp;And how long would it be before the &lt;i&gt;new &lt;/i&gt;"executive house" was suddenly not flashy enough...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=mark%2010&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Mark 10:17-21&lt;/a&gt; talks about the rich man who wants the "secret" to getting into Heaven...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24606" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;As Jesus started on his way, a man ran up to him and fell on his knees before him. “Good teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24607" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Why do you call me good?”&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jesus answered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;“No one is good—except God alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24608" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know the commandments: ‘You shall not murder, you shall not commit adultery, you shall not steal, you shall not give false testimony, you shall not defraud, honor your father and mother.’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24609" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Teacher,” he declared, “all these I have kept since I was a boy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24610" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jesus looked at him and loved him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;“One thing you lack,”&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;he said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;“Go, sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have &lt;b&gt;treasure in heaven&lt;/b&gt;. Then come, follow me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-24611" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;At this the man’s face fell. He went away sad, because he had great wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If God came to you today, and told you he could give you a ticket to Heaven right now IF you would give up everyTHING to follow Him, would you do it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think for most of us, including me... that would be very hard. &amp;nbsp;My mind would be racing... trying to weigh the pros and cons of a "sure thing ticket" vs. keeping my stuff and finding another way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fortunately God isn't exactly say that... but He is telling us that STUFF can get in the way of our relationship with God. &amp;nbsp;It could be &lt;b&gt;physical STUFF&lt;/b&gt; like overspending on your house, cars, vacations, etc. &amp;nbsp;It could be the &lt;b&gt;poor choices&lt;/b&gt; you make with your time, talents, and money. &amp;nbsp;It could be the &lt;b&gt;secrets &lt;/b&gt;you keep: &amp;nbsp;adultery, cheating, porn, addictions. &amp;nbsp;While all of this STUFF might make us feel safe or in control, it becomes a substitute for trusting God. &amp;nbsp;As our pastor reminded us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Until you LET GO of what possesses you, you will never be FREE to follow Jesus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My husband and I are big fans of reality TV - and the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/hoarders/"&gt;Hoarders&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;show is especially disturbing. &amp;nbsp;These people are plagued with an addiction that forces them to collect STUFF: &amp;nbsp;be it food, supplies, or animals. &amp;nbsp;They are tormented with the feeling that there is &lt;i&gt;never enough... &lt;/i&gt;and it leads them to unspeakable living conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;While we may not stockpile 300 cans of green beans&lt;i&gt; (unless you're one of those &lt;a href="http://tlc.howstuffworks.com/tv/extreme-couponing"&gt;Extreme Couponers&lt;/a&gt; and it was a &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; good deal...),&lt;/i&gt; we still have our own Hoarding issues. &amp;nbsp;We hoard our THINGS: &amp;nbsp;our TV's, our cars, our electronics, our hobbies, our money. &amp;nbsp;And while God doesn't need us to dump everything, He does want us to put our stuff into perspective. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="color: blue; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="color: blue; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Mark 10:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He who dies with the most toys... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;still dies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... and leaves one heck-of-a garage sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE of our THINGS &lt;/b&gt;will get us into Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So be generous&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Use what you need. &amp;nbsp;Share your blessing with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And, stop chasing the fake rabbits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:) Mags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-8724822555024492381?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8724822555024492381/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=8724822555024492381&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/8724822555024492381?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/8724822555024492381?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/B5Ou_BGBlCo/i-found-god-in-fake-rabbits.html" title="I Found God in Fake Rabbits..." /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-found-god-in-fake-rabbits.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UCQ347fCp7ImA9WhZXEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-402041528065569061</id><published>2011-04-29T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T11:01:02.004-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-29T11:01:02.004-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="behavior" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="patience" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bethany Hamilton" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ambition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith" /><title>It's okay to be Second...</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When I was a first grade teacher, asking the kids to "line up" at the door was always comical. &amp;nbsp;First graders &lt;i&gt;cannot &lt;/i&gt;just walk to the door. &amp;nbsp;They *&lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt;* run as fast as possible, elbowing every other child out of the way as they race to be FIRST!! &amp;nbsp;No matter how many times I sent a kid to the rear of the line to be the "Leader of the Back," I could always count on the fact that the next time we lined up, that same kid would &lt;i&gt;again &lt;/i&gt;smash his or her way to the front of the line. &amp;nbsp;The desperate need to be &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; rarely lessoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Kids ALWAYS want to be FIRST.... A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;nd when you think about it... grown-ups usually want to be first too: &amp;nbsp;the first to get the glory, the big paycheck, the best house. &amp;nbsp;"Keeping up with The Joneses" is a never-ending competition for some families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For example, we have some great friends who once built a house. &amp;nbsp;All of the other houses in their neighborhood were also newly-built and just had dirt yards. &amp;nbsp;Everyone was just trying to grow grass. &amp;nbsp;But our friends had a plan... in the middle of one fall night, under the cloak of darkness, our friends snuck outside and planted 100 daffodil bulbs. &amp;nbsp;They were hoping that come spring, while everyone sat back looking at "just grass," their house would have this EXPLOSION of COLOR as all of the daffodils sprung up, seemingly out of nowhere. &amp;nbsp;They would actually BE "The Joneses" for that brief moment. &amp;nbsp;Everyone in the neighborhood would want the yard with all of the bright and happy daffodils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It still makes me giggle... imagining them sneaking out to plant all of those bulbs at midnight...! &amp;nbsp;But the need to be "first," can actually take completely rational, educated adults... and turn them into crazy people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb7GC56lziQ/TbX2TlTAOmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/e4V0XIQwt50/s1600/BethanyHamilton2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb7GC56lziQ/TbX2TlTAOmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/e4V0XIQwt50/s320/BethanyHamilton2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This week, I took Jack and Luke to see the movie,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soulsurferthemovie.com/"&gt;Soul Surfer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;It's the story of 13-year old Bethany Hamilton who, in October 2003, had her left arm eaten off by a shark while she was surfing. &amp;nbsp;Do you remember being 13? &amp;nbsp;The peer pressure? &amp;nbsp;The social angst? &amp;nbsp;I know that when I was 13, if I wore the wrong clothes to school, I was a complete mess. &amp;nbsp;I cannot imagine having the fortitude to just shrug off the stares of other people and say,&lt;i&gt; "Yup... I am missing my arm... let's move on." &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(or something similar!). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bethany &lt;a href="http://www.soulsurferwave.com/inbethanyswords"&gt;credits her faith&lt;/a&gt; in Jesus for her amazing attitude. &amp;nbsp;Instead of wallowing in the "&lt;i&gt;WHY ME?!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;" stage, she grabs her surfboard and figures out a way to surf one armed... enough that she wins a national championship just 2 years after her shark attack. &amp;nbsp;Since then, she has used her fame/notoriety/infamy to show God's love to others. &amp;nbsp;She has figured out that God had a plan for her all along - that He never abandoned her - and that He has allowed her to do more with one arm than she ever could have done with two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Can you imagine &lt;i&gt;the sheer number &lt;/i&gt;of people - kids and grown-ups alike - who have been inspired by her story? &amp;nbsp;People who have suffered incredible hardships or pain? &amp;nbsp;I know that I'm feeling a little less inclined to complain about stupid stuff... I keep hearing Woody's voice from T&lt;i&gt;oy Story&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; "&lt;b&gt;Did you hear what I said? I AM MISSING MY ARM!!!" &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;My frustrations or problems seem a little bit dumb when you compare them to this. &amp;nbsp;And when you compare your own issues to the major pain and suffering that Jesus experienced through the crucifixion? &amp;nbsp;Well... it's much easier to accept that "I am second." &amp;nbsp;GOD is first... He is in control... and He has a plan... for each and every one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bethany Hamilton figured out that&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;she doesn't have to be first &lt;/b&gt;either&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She's willing to sit second to God and let Him work miracles through her. &amp;nbsp;Want to hear it in her own words? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.iamsecond.com/seconds/bethany-hamilton"&gt;Bethany Hamilton - I Am Second&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;Do not be afraid. &amp;nbsp;I am the First and the Last. &amp;nbsp;I am the Living One.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I was dead. &amp;nbsp;But look! &amp;nbsp;I am alive forever and ever! &amp;nbsp;And I hold the keys to Death and Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Revelation 1:17&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“So the last will be first, and the first will be last.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Matthew 20:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:) Mags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-402041528065569061?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/402041528065569061/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=402041528065569061&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/402041528065569061?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/402041528065569061?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/d3b5-BtVFYc/its-okay-to-be-second.html" title="It's okay to be Second..." /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb7GC56lziQ/TbX2TlTAOmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/e4V0XIQwt50/s72-c/BethanyHamilton2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-okay-to-be-second.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMCQX05cCp7ImA9WhZQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-8021054776901005093</id><published>2011-04-27T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:01:00.328-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-27T11:01:00.328-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="authenticity" /><title>Plastic Jesus</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have an issue with "&lt;b&gt;fake&lt;/b&gt;..." &amp;nbsp;Fake attitude, fake happiness, fake family, fake faith, fake Jesus. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure it's because I've met too many people in my life who completely false: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They act nice to you... but talk nasty about you when you walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They pretend to have it all together (making me feel like a dolt), but really they are falling apart... &lt;i&gt;just like the rest of us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They pretend to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"THE BEST"&lt;/i&gt; spouse, parent, friend, associate, leader, &lt;i&gt;whatever&lt;/i&gt;... but really, they are beyond flawed and their relationships are a disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They pretend to be a Christian... &lt;b&gt;they talk big, but walk small&lt;/b&gt;.... clutching their "faith" in a tightly-held fist and waving it front of everybody. &amp;nbsp;But their faith is fake... plastic... like the little Plastic Jesus they grasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I've posted several videos by &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ignitermedia.com/"&gt;IgniterMedia &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;on this blog - largely because they "get" everything I'm thinking. &amp;nbsp;This one about "&lt;b&gt;Plastic Jesus&lt;/b&gt;" is no exception:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Expao2nWdAU" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop pretending!!&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;You don't have to be the PERFECT person/spouse/friend/parent/child/etc. &amp;nbsp;You just have to be YOU... flawed, screwed-up, YOU. &amp;nbsp;Because believe me, all of your friends are flawed and screwed up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I am a HUGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slaye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;r&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; fanatic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; as in I own all of the episodes, have action figures, posters, and other prop-replicas... scary, I know!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One of my favorite episodes is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Earshot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;. &amp;nbsp;In this, Buffy is tainted by a demon's blood and is suddenly able to hear everyone's thoughts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;all of the time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;. &amp;nbsp;She overhears what she thinks is a plot to murder kids at school and finds herself in the school's bell tower with one of the school nerds who is brandishing a high-powered rifle. &amp;nbsp;This is an&amp;nbsp;excerpt&amp;nbsp;from her speech to him (before she disarms him):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ONATHAN&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Stop doing that!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;BUFFY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Doing what?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;JONATHAN&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Stop saying my name like we're friends.&lt;br /&gt;
We're not friends. You all think I'm an&lt;br /&gt;
idiot. A short idiot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;BUFFY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I don't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't think about you much at all.&lt;br /&gt;
Most people here don't. Bugs you,&lt;br /&gt;
doesn't it? You've got all this pain,&lt;br /&gt;
all these feelings and nobody's&lt;br /&gt;
paying attention.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;JONATHAN&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;You think I just want attention?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;BUFFY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;No, I think you're in the bell tower&lt;br /&gt;
with a high powered rifle because you&lt;br /&gt;
want to blend in. Believe it or not, Jonathan,&lt;br /&gt;
I understand. About the pain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;JONATHAN&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Oh, right. 'Cause the burden of being&lt;br /&gt;
beautiful and athletic, that's a crippler.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;BUFFY&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I'm sorry, I was wrong. You are an idiot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My life happens very occasionally to&lt;br /&gt;
suck beyond the telling of it. More than&lt;br /&gt;
I can stand sometimes. And not just me.&lt;br /&gt;
Every single person down there is&lt;br /&gt;
ignoring your pain because they're way&lt;br /&gt;
too busy with their own. The beautiful&lt;br /&gt;
ones, the popular ones, the guys that&lt;br /&gt;
pick on you... everyone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you could hear what they're feeling -&lt;br /&gt;
the confusion, the loneliness... It looks&lt;br /&gt;
quiet down there. It's not.&lt;b&gt; It's deafening.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Everyone has struggles... Everyone has pain... &amp;nbsp;You don't have to pretend that "everything is perfect" when it's not. &amp;nbsp;Jesus was the only "perfect" one... and His life was full of hardships and pain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Psalm 9:9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Learn it... believe it... God is a refuge - a place of safety and comfort. &amp;nbsp;You don't have to pretend anymore. &amp;nbsp;He will help you. &amp;nbsp;He understands. &amp;nbsp;And if you really looked around, you'd see that all of your friends are also dealing with their own issues too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Why settle for the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;illusion &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;provided by the Plastic Jesus when you can have the real thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-8021054776901005093?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8021054776901005093/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=8021054776901005093&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/8021054776901005093?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/8021054776901005093?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/RF2RsCNfNEw/plastic-jesus.html" title="Plastic Jesus" /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/Expao2nWdAU/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/04/plastic-jesus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUCR30zeSp7ImA9WhZQGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-7130596121667543784</id><published>2011-04-25T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T13:44:26.381-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-27T13:44:26.381-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Easter" /><title>If Jesus Had Twitter...</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ignitermedia.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Igniter Media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is one of my very favorite Christian video groups - their stuff is AMAZING!! &amp;nbsp;This Easter, they created a video called "&lt;a href="http://www.ignitermedia.com/mini-movies/1923/Follow"&gt;Follow&lt;/a&gt;" that tells of the crucifiction as if Jesus was on Twitter. &amp;nbsp;I'm not as much of a Twitter fan as Facebook... but they're similar enough! ;) &amp;nbsp;Considering Facebook is my homepage (I'm a total FB junkie!), this video really spoke to me!! :) &amp;nbsp;I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did - and I hope your Easter was full of laughter and fun and a moment or two of gratitude for the sacrifice made by our Savior. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He is RISEN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS - This video has sound, so be sure to pause the music at the bottom of this blog so you can hear it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:) Mags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-7130596121667543784?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/7130596121667543784/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=7130596121667543784&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/7130596121667543784?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/7130596121667543784?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/yt9jQX7ALFQ/if-jesus-had-facebook.html" title="If Jesus Had Twitter..." /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-jesus-had-facebook.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YHRns7cSp7ImA9WhZRGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-124958064011802287</id><published>2011-04-15T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T16:25:37.509-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-15T16:25:37.509-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Easter" /><title>Rise Up, Congregation!!</title><content type="html">Frankly, if your own church isn't doing something like this for Easter, I think you're missing out... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;
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I would LOVE to be a part of something like this!! &amp;nbsp;How much fun are those people having!! &amp;nbsp;Reminds me of the joy I always felt when I was a part of my high school and college dance teams!&lt;br /&gt;
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This Easter, I hope you get a chance to really feel the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;JOY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;of God's grace and sacrifice. &amp;nbsp;Because of Him, we have everlasting life... and if you don't get the chance to dance like this on earth, you can bet you're going to be able to dance like this in Heaven!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He is RISEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And that's something to be joyful about!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wishing you and yours a blessed Easter,&lt;br /&gt;
:) Mags&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-124958064011802287?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/124958064011802287/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=124958064011802287&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/124958064011802287?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/124958064011802287?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/sjqJQ9g31h8/rise-up-congregation.html" title="Rise Up, Congregation!!" /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/8KX2-J6uS-o/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/04/rise-up-congregation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAERHc8cCp7ImA9Wx9aGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-8787367119445641421</id><published>2011-03-11T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:38:25.978-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-11T08:38:25.978-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Psalms" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="belief" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="imperfections" /><title>God Heals.</title><content type="html">A friend a &lt;a href="http://www.godvine.com/Amazing-Story-of-a-Dying-Dog-That-Was-Rescued-287.html"&gt;link to this wonderful video&lt;/a&gt; on Facebook - it's about a little dog, Starfish, who suffered years and YEARS of horrible abuse before she was finally rescued and adopted by her forever family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f2itn16lupY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all of the suffering this little pup endured... all of the painful days and undoubtedly sleepless nights... how the majority of her little life was probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;.  But by the love of a family who wouldn't give up on her, she was able to run and jump and sleep &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peacefully &lt;/span&gt;for the remainder of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this, I immediately thought of how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God heals us&lt;/span&gt;.  We can have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;years &lt;/span&gt;of doubt, anger, sin, isolation, questions, baggage, misery, and bad choices.  We can literally be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;broken &lt;/span&gt;like the fragile bones in this little dog... Yet when we ask God into our hearts... when we reach out to Him.... His love and peace and understanding fills us with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;healing &lt;/span&gt;that cannot be rivaled.   Our sins are forgiven (again and again)... Our questions are answered... Our doubt, and anger, and isolation, and misery are enveloped by Him with a love that is so mighty it can heal our wounded hearts and minds and souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 103:3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Praise the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his  benefits- who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who  redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God heals... no matter how severe our wounds.  And I am so thankful for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that your wounds feel a little lighter after watching the video,&lt;br /&gt;:) Mags&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-8787367119445641421?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/8787367119445641421/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=8787367119445641421&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/8787367119445641421?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/8787367119445641421?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/l_lpoNh7k8E/god-heals.html" title="God Heals." /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/f2itn16lupY/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/03/god-heals.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIERns4eyp7ImA9Wx9UE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-6998166668242031</id><published>2011-02-09T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:05:07.533-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-09T21:05:07.533-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meaning of life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="priorities" /><title>I Found God in Coffee...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/SmileyMags/Food/Bevs/javagirl.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE coffee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Regular coffee (with cream)... flavored coffee... hot coffee... lukewarm coffee... ANY coffee...!  I'll make my own coffee - get "good" coffee - drink vending machine coffee.  I just love it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;favorite &lt;/span&gt;coffee shop is a local spot called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kidd Coffee&lt;/span&gt;; it's my happy place-- the place with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GOOD &lt;/span&gt;coffee.    A large &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almond Joy&lt;/span&gt; (expresso, steamed milk, coconut flavoring, almond flavoring, and mocha) or a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nutty Irishman&lt;/span&gt; (expresso, steamed milk, irish cream, and hazelnut flavoring) is the BEST way to start my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've designed my own coffee cups - one with photos of my kids, one with pictures of my favorite TV show (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/span&gt;), one with photos from my favorite book (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;), and one with a collage of my dog, Mick.  The cup really doesn't matter - it's the coffee that I love - but I do love having  a fun cup to drink from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/spiritual-short-story-106-Life+is+Like+a+Cup+of+Coffee.html"&gt;story about life and coffee&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/"&gt;Spiritual-Short-Stories.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I hope you enjoy it as much I did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/SmileyMags/Food/Bevs/acup.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left;" class="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A group of alumni,  highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old  university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about  stress in work and life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and  returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups -  porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive,  some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups have been taken up,  leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to  want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems  and stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most  cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we  drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you  consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each  other's cups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in  society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and  the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life  we live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the  coffee. Savor the coffee, not the cups! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The happiest people don't have  the best of everything. They just MAKE the best of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Live  simply.&lt;br /&gt;Love generously.&lt;br /&gt;Care deeply.&lt;br /&gt;Speak kindly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ogweL4E24ok" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The earth is the LORD’s, and everything in it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;   the world, and all  who live in it; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm 24:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our quality of life is not determined by the stuff we have, the money we've piled, or the size of our house, car, or wardrobe.  The quality of our life is determined by our relationship with God, our acceptance of Jesus, and our relationships with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make the cup more important than the coffee inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy the coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-6998166668242031?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/6998166668242031/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=6998166668242031&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/6998166668242031?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/6998166668242031?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/ULFDL3l68hk/i-found-god-in-coffee.html" title="I Found God in Coffee..." /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/ogweL4E24ok/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-found-god-in-coffee.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04NQ3Y9fyp7ImA9Wx9VFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-5270145444868635994</id><published>2011-02-02T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T10:53:12.867-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-02T10:53:12.867-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="behavior" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Matthew" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><title>God &amp; Tools</title><content type="html">When I was a kid, my mom bought my dad a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lathe &lt;/span&gt;at an antique shop.  For those of you unfamiliar with the term, this was a gigantic monster of a machine that is supposed to help a carpenter shape table legs-- the theory being that my dad could make some table tops (the easy part) and use this $200+ hunk of metal to create the detailed legs (the harder part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lathe sat UNUSED in our garage for several years... before my parents finally sold it at a garage sale.... they probably should have dumped it much earlier, but they clung to the thought that SOMEDAY... Dad would use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church just completed a month-long study on a book by Kerry &amp;amp; Chris Shook called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Month-Live-Thirty-No-Regrets/dp/1400073790/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1296657473&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;One Month To Live&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;  If you only had 30 days left on earth, what would you do?  How would your behavior change?  And WHY aren't you doing that already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the chapters talks about people that bug you - and equates those people to different types of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tools&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAMMERS &lt;/span&gt;-  the ones who are always forcing their way and railroading everyone into their way of thinking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SKILL SAWS &lt;/span&gt;- who know just the thing to say that cuts to the quick and hurts feelings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VISE GRIPS &lt;/span&gt;- the needy ones who ignore social boundaries and suck the energy right out of you with their issues and drama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRINDERS &lt;/span&gt;- people whose emotions are always on the edge - ready to explode at the slightest infraction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AXES &lt;/span&gt;- who tear down the hopes and dreams of others with their negative attitude and comments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATCHETS &lt;/span&gt;- who hang on to those o-l-d grudges... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUTTY &lt;/span&gt;People - the ones with no spine, who agree with everything and never stand up for themselves nor anyone else.  These people can't say no, and you never know what they are thinking because they can't think for themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It'd be easy to think, CHUCK 'EM!  These tools are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;defective!  Irritating!  Broken!  &lt;/span&gt;Why should I keep hanging around these tools in the shed when they are such drainers???!  Just like Dad's lathe,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I should have dumped them a long time ago...!&lt;/span&gt;  However, we're not talking an old bucket of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toxic chemicals&lt;/span&gt; - these are just the regular tools in the shed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/SmileyMags/Tools/female_construction_stop_traffic_sm.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God hasn't placed these "sandpaper" people in your life just to annoy you.  One of the reasons He may have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gifted &lt;/span&gt;you with a Vise or a Hammer-friend is to help you learn to deal with all types of people AND... to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt;point out one of your own tool-type behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay  no attention to the plank in your own eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-23321"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;How can you say  to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the  time there is a plank in your own eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You hypocrite, first take  the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove  the speck from your brother’s eye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 7:3-5 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not our job to judge these people - or point out how they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such a tool&lt;/span&gt;... Rather our job is to serve as a healing agent...  To use the gifts we have been blessed with to help others and to accommodate others' needs.  We cannot point out all of the faults of others all the while ignoring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our own&lt;/span&gt; quirks and issues.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;can be such a tool sometimes... a little hammer mixed with a tiny bit of hatchet with some grinder moments mixed in.  I'm just thankful that the other tools in the shed overlook&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (or just resign themselves to dealing with) &lt;/span&gt;my quirks and continue to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What tools are in your life?  How can you be the best possible friend to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And what friends are you SO THANKFUL for because they put up with you and your own tool-type behaviors...?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-5270145444868635994?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5270145444868635994/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=5270145444868635994&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/5270145444868635994?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/5270145444868635994?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/LeOEdVN7X9M/god-tools.html" title="God &amp; Tools" /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/02/god-tools.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMEQXsycSp7ImA9Wx9WF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-687617452830828419</id><published>2011-01-23T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T11:00:00.599-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-23T11:00:00.599-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="choices" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="behavior" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humility" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="honesty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="free will" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="imperfections" /><title>Of God and Gardening...</title><content type="html">My Mom forwarded me an email with this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A successful business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business.  Instead of choosing one of his Directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He said, "It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you. "The young executives were shocked, but the boss continued. "I am going to give each one of you a SEED today - one very special SEED. I want you to plant the seed, water it, and come back here one year from today with what you have grown from the seed I have given you.  I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the next CEO."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;One man, named Jim, was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He went home and excitedly, told his wife the story. She helped him get a pot, soil and compost and he planted the seed. Everyday, he would water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other executives began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Jim kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Three weeks, four weeks, five weeks went by, still nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;By now, others were talking about their plants, but Jim didn't have a plant and he felt like a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Six months went by -- still nothing in Jim's pot. He just knew he had killed his seed. Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Jim didn't say anything to his colleagues, however, he just kept watering and fertilizing the soil - He so wanted the seed to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A year finally went by and all the young executives of the company brought their plants to the CEO for inspection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Jim told his wife that he wasn't going to take an empty pot. But she asked him to be honest about what happened. Jim felt sick to his stomach, it was going to be the most embarrassing moment of his life, but he knew his wife was right. He took his empty pot to the board room. When Jim arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the other executives. They were beautiful -- in all shapes and sizes. Jim put his empty pot on the floor and many of his colleagues laughed, a few felt sorry for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;When the CEO arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted his young executives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Jim just tried to hide in the back. "My, what great plants, trees and flowers you have grown," said the CEO. "Today one of you will be appointed the next CEO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;All of a sudden, the CEO spotted Jim at the back of the room with his empty pot. He ordered the Financial Director to bring him to the front. Jim was terrified. He thought, "The CEO knows I'm a failure! Maybe he will have me fired!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;When Jim got to the front, the CEO asked him what had happened to his seed - Jim told him the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The CEO asked everyone to sit down except Jim. He looked at Jim, and then announced to the young executives, "Behold your next Chief Executive Officer!  His name is Jim!" Jim couldn't believe it. Jim couldn't even grow his seed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"How could he be the new CEO?" the others said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then the CEO said, "One year ago today, I gave everyone in this room a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it, water it,and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds; they were dead - it was not possible for them to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;All of you, except Jim, have brought me trees and plants and flowers. When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the one I gave you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Jim was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me a pot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Chief Executive Officer!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often have we done something wrong and wanted desperately to hide the mistake?  How often have we felt like Jim - head hanging in shame - thinking that we have screwed up beyond help?  How often have we BEEN the other executives...?  -- Trying to hide our mistakes and pretend we haven't messed up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unfortunately, while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;can fool the world for a while... you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; hide from God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's part of what being omnipotent, omnipresent, and omniscient means...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said "honestly is the best policy" is definitely referring to Jim.  Honesty can be embarrassing, shaming, and hard, but it is what God expects from us.  Off all the commandments God gave, LYING was one of the "Big 10."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Do not steal. Do not lie. Do not deceive one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Leviticus 19:11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life. Put  away perversity from your mouth;  keep corrupt talk far from your lips. Let your eyes look straight ahead, fix your gaze directly before you. Make level paths for your feet and  take only ways that are firm Do not swerve to the right or the left;  keep your foot from evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Proverbs 4:23-27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; The LORD detests lying lips, but he delights in men who are truthful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Proverbs 12:22 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Courage and honesty is rewarded.  If you plant honesty, you will reap trust.  If you plant humility, you will reap greatness.  And if you plant hard work, you will reap success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/SmileyMags/Spring/34902081.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And those plants will thrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-687617452830828419?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/687617452830828419/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=687617452830828419&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/687617452830828419?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/687617452830828419?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/wqYq3zmxGB0/of-god-and-gardening.html" title="Of God and Gardening..." /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-god-and-gardening.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMMRX4_eip7ImA9Wx9WFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-5678840536159469746</id><published>2011-01-21T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:01:24.042-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-21T19:01:24.042-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="games" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God" /><title>If 7-year olds ruled the world...</title><content type="html">My kids have a new app on their iTouches called "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pocket_God"&gt;POCKET GOD&lt;/a&gt;."  It's a game where you get to "be God" and rule over an island controlling everything.  All I have to say is after watching Luke play this,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it's a GOOD THING that 7-year olds don't control the world!!!  &lt;/span&gt; Luke's favorite thing to do is SMITE his island inhabitants (for no good reason) with bolts of lightning.  The little pygmies incinerate into ashes and "God-Luke" moves on to another hapless victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/f/f5/Pocket_God_Screenshot.PNG/220px-Pocket_God_Screenshot.PNG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I joke with my friends about "Maggie's World" all of the time - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In Maggie's World, those idiot drivers would be eliminated..." "In Maggie's World, that would NOT happen!"&lt;/span&gt;  It's gotten to be a running joke by now - this magical place where it's all about me and everything runs according to MY plan.    There is even a newly-created &lt;a href="http://inmagsworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;MagsWorld Blog&lt;/a&gt; where I'm just posting the funny, obnoxious, (and hopefully!)  witty things that make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reality is that, despite how awesome it would be, the world does NOT revolve around me.  Or you... Or you.  And thankfully, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MERCIFULLY&lt;/span&gt;, none of us are the ones holding the Smite Stick.  God is infinitely patient, infinitely wise, and overwhelmingly generous.   He overlooks our (numerous!) faults, and He forgives our (un-ending!) mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord is good, a Strength and Stronghold in the day of trouble;&lt;br /&gt;He  knows (recognizes, has knowledge of, and understands)&lt;br /&gt;those who take  refuge and trust in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nahum 1:7 (AMP)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God was a rigid as I want to be in "Maggie's World," the only one happy... would me.  And that makes for a terrible "God."  Our God is GOOD... all the time.  He is not swayed by selfish desires or urges to manipulate those for fun or given to smiting people for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when things get crummy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and believe me, sometimes, things can suck beyond the telling of it!),&lt;/span&gt; remember that it's not a mortal with a God-complex running the show.  It is really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;... our all-powerful, all-knowing, generous, benevolent God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank GOD&lt;/span&gt; for that.&lt;br /&gt;:) Mags&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-5678840536159469746?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/5678840536159469746/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=5678840536159469746&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/5678840536159469746?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/5678840536159469746?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/DqMuwiwkNAg/if-7-year-olds-ruled-world.html" title="If 7-year olds ruled the world..." /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-7-year-olds-ruled-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUANR34zeip7ImA9Wx9WFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-213455010464727495</id><published>2011-01-19T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T12:23:16.082-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-19T12:23:16.082-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="choices" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="praise" /><title>I Found God in New Year's Resolutions...</title><content type="html">Honestly, I hate those "New Year's Resolutions...!"  People make them... then break them... then lament that they were impossible resolutions to keep in the first place.  Often, these same "resolutions" resurface in the spring when people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"give something up for Lent" &lt;/span&gt;- because this time, it's temporary... vs. that pesky January resolution that supposed to last &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the whole year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a wonderful post on a friend's Facebook page earlier this month.  It talked about how every year, we go through periods where we overtly give THANKS for the blessings in our lives:  Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc.  But he wondered how hard we, ourselves, work at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being someone &lt;/span&gt;for which those around us are thankful...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a good resolution for all of us to consider would be God's golden rule:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to LOVE our neighbors as ourselves. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What if, this year, we were the kind of person that others are thankful for?&lt;/span&gt;  Because wouldn't it be awesome if, come November at someone else's Thanksgiving table, YOU were the person they were grateful to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus gave of himself selflessly.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What small things can you do in 2011 that will allow you to give a few extra minutes of your time, a few extra dollars from your wallet, or a few extra prayers from your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you and your family,&lt;br /&gt;:) Mags&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-213455010464727495?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/213455010464727495/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=213455010464727495&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/213455010464727495?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/213455010464727495?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/N7GPci2LQaA/i-found-god-in-new-years-resolutions.html" title="I Found God in New Year's Resolutions..." /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-found-god-in-new-years-resolutions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCQnw7fyp7ImA9Wx9QEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-1837490465090530624</id><published>2010-12-25T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T03:01:03.207-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-25T03:01:03.207-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jesus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><title>H A P P Y   B I R T H D A Y, J E S U S ! ! !</title><content type="html">If there were ultrasounds 2000 years ago... perhaps Mary and Joseph would have seen this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v235/SmileyMags/xmas/Natvty/Jesus_Ultrasound1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a Miracle Day - not only the virgin birth - but the day that God decided to send his one and only child down to earth to live WITH us... fully knowing the rough and rocky path that Jesus would face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PURToRRq7gM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PURToRRq7gM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Want to honor Him today?   &lt;/span&gt;Start by saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I forgive you&lt;/span&gt;."  Remember to say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;" ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;often&lt;/span&gt;.  Ask about someone's day.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go the extra step...&lt;/span&gt; or the extra mile... to help someone else.  Recognize another's pain... and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; act on it&lt;/span&gt; instead of ignoring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walk on water&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turn water into wine&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cure leprosy with one touch&lt;/span&gt; to be Christlike.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You just have to give of yourself:  &lt;/span&gt;your time, your talents, your energy, your heart.  Start with that... see how it feels.  That's the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; magic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of the Christ's message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Thank you, God!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-1837490465090530624?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/1837490465090530624/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=1837490465090530624&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/1837490465090530624?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/1837490465090530624?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/_D--ztvUYUs/h-p-p-y-b-i-r-t-h-d-y-j-e-s-u-s.html" title="H A P P Y   B I R T H D A Y, J E S U S ! ! !" /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2010/12/h-p-p-y-b-i-r-t-h-d-y-j-e-s-u-s.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECQ3o_cCp7ImA9Wx9QEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3019620486329517405.post-9022781447513805683</id><published>2010-12-24T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T03:01:02.448-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-24T03:01:02.448-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Facebook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God" /><title>A Very FaceBook Christmas...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a Facebook Addict... &lt;/span&gt;It's my Homepage... It's where I learn all the latest news.  If a celebrity dies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i.e MichaelJackson...Farrah Fawcett....Patrick Swayze...),&lt;/span&gt; I'll see it on Facebook first.  If a snow day is called for my kids, I'll likely read it on someone's post before we even get the call from the school.  I play Bejeweled Blitz there - and sometimes Zuma.  I love to find old friends - or see how the students I had when they were 6 and 7 have now grown up&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (talk about feeling O L D some days!). &lt;/span&gt; I love feeling "connected" to so many people - how can anyone feel alone when they can visit Facebook and chat with anyone?!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when this AWESOME video by one of my very favorite groups, &lt;a href="http://www.ignitermedia.com"&gt;IgniterMedia&lt;/a&gt; surfaced, I knew I had to share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="294" width="480"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.ignitermedia.com/flash/player-licensed.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;param name="flashvars" value="&amp;amp;backcolor=000000&amp;amp;title=A Social Network Christmas&amp;amp;refbox.authorlinkto=http://www.ignitermedia.com/?utm_source=videoplayer%26utm_medium=embedded%26utm_content=refbox-author&amp;amp;refbox.linkto=http://www.ignitermedia.com/mini-movies/1905/A-Social-Network-Christmas/?utm_source=videoplayer%26utm_medium=embedded%26utm_content=refbox-link&amp;amp;abouttext=A Social Network Christmas&amp;amp;refbox.color=ffffff&amp;amp;lightcolor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;screencolor=000000&amp;amp;frontcolor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;author=IgniterMedia.com&amp;amp;plugins=http://www.ignitermedia.com/flash/refbox.swf&amp;amp;image=http://www.ignitermedia.com//sitecontent/media4/images/main/s/mm/img/sea/CHR.mm.SocialNetworkChristmas.main.jpg&amp;amp;file=http://www.ignitermedia.com//sitecontent/media4/previews/s/mm/img/sea/CHR.mm.SocialNetworkChristmas.360q850.mp4&amp;amp;refbox.titlecolor=9CC1CB&amp;amp;aboutlink=http://www.ignitermedia.com/mini-movies/1905/A-Social-Network-Christmas/?utm_source=videoplayer%26utm_medium=embedded%26utm_content=ctxmenu-about&amp;amp;repeat=none&amp;amp;refbox.titlemouseovercolor=B3DDEA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;param name="loop" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;embed src="http://www.ignitermedia.com/flash/player-licensed.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="&amp;amp;backcolor=000000&amp;amp;title=A Social Network Christmas&amp;amp;refbox.authorlinkto=http://www.ignitermedia.com/?utm_source=videoplayer%26utm_medium=embedded%26utm_content=refbox-author&amp;amp;refbox.linkto=http://www.ignitermedia.com/mini-movies/1905/A-Social-Network-Christmas/?utm_source=videoplayer%26utm_medium=embedded%26utm_content=refbox-link&amp;amp;abouttext=A Social Network Christmas&amp;amp;refbox.color=ffffff&amp;amp;lightcolor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;screencolor=000000&amp;amp;frontcolor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;author=IgniterMedia.com&amp;amp;plugins=http://www.ignitermedia.com/flash/refbox.swf&amp;amp;image=http://www.ignitermedia.com//sitecontent/media4/images/main/s/mm/img/sea/CHR.mm.SocialNetworkChristmas.main.jpg&amp;amp;file=http://www.ignitermedia.com//sitecontent/media4/previews/s/mm/img/sea/CHR.mm.SocialNetworkChristmas.360q850.mp4&amp;amp;refbox.titlecolor=9CC1CB&amp;amp;aboutlink=http://www.ignitermedia.com/mini-movies/1905/A-Social-Network-Christmas/?utm_source=videoplayer%26utm_medium=embedded%26utm_content=ctxmenu-about&amp;amp;repeat=none&amp;amp;refbox.titlemouseovercolor=B3DDEA" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" loop="false" quality="high" wmode="opaque" height="294" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow... Props to IgniterMedia - another amazing video.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some food for thought:  Can you imagine the impact God has&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just within Facebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many, many friends who post inspirational statuses, offer comfort to others with a Bible verse,  or ask for prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The eyes of the Lord are everywhere, keeping watch on the wicked and the  good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 15:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3019620486329517405-9022781447513805683?l=everydayplaces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/feeds/9022781447513805683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3019620486329517405&amp;postID=9022781447513805683&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/9022781447513805683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3019620486329517405/posts/default/9022781447513805683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EverydayPlaces/~3/JkUIHPbfD6A/very-facebook-christmas.html" title="A Very FaceBook Christmas..." /><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5GZge4MVAE/TLhEn6FOSWI/AAAAAAAAALE/gHJMojfa188/s1600-R/2010_Mags.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everydayplaces.blogspot.com/2010/12/very-facebook-christmas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

