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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 31 May 2012 11:17:24 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Note Cards</category><category>Lighthouses</category><category>Old Testament</category><category>Footprints</category><category>Christmas</category><category>Isaiah</category><category>winter</category><category>Autumn</category><category>devotions</category><category>John</category><category>Patriotic</category><category>waterfalls</category><category>Proverbs</category><category>Max Lucado</category><category>water</category><category>New Testament</category><category>Daniel</category><category>roads</category><category>desktop wallpaper</category><category>paths</category><category>Monarch butterflies</category><category>poinsettias</category><category>Our Daily Walk</category><category>quotes</category><category>Easter</category><category>Psalm</category><category>Spring</category><category>flowers</category><category>butterflies</category><category>mountains</category><category>snow</category><title>Moments of Peace</title><description>Inspirational Scripture in Photography</description><link>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>675</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MomentsOfPeace" /><feedburner:info uri="momentsofpeace" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-323635972042964720</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2012 11:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-31T07:17:24.224-04:00</atom:updated><title>Salvation</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I 
am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus—&lt;br /&gt;Trusting only Thee;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting Thee for full 
salvation,&lt;br /&gt;Great and free. —Havergal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;If 
we could earn our salvation, Christ would not have died to provide 
it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-323635972042964720?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/woVD3O50Azg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/woVD3O50Azg/salvation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/05/salvation.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-2336831294227963352</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2012 11:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-30T07:25:53.649-04:00</atom:updated><title>He Cannot Fail</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;He 
cannot fail, your faithful God;&lt;br /&gt;He’ll guard you with His mighty 
power;&lt;br /&gt;Then fear no ill though troubles rise,&lt;br /&gt;His help is sure from hour 
to hour. —Bosch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;With 
God behind you and His arms beneath you, you can face whatever lies ahead of 
you. —Ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-2336831294227963352?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/gvWwA1so4vU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/gvWwA1so4vU/he-cannot-fail.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/05/he-cannot-fail.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-8531132415093915122</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 11:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-21T07:30:39.072-04:00</atom:updated><title>When No One Is Looking</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Lord, help me to follow Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;To obey Him day by day,&lt;br /&gt;To be His faithful disciple&lt;br /&gt;And please Him in every way. —Fitzhugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Our character is measured by what we do when no one is looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-8531132415093915122?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/W-iP3lgXMB8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/W-iP3lgXMB8/when-no-one-is-looking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/05/when-no-one-is-looking.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-8376906623169397742</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 11:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-20T07:40:08.728-04:00</atom:updated><title>Prepared for the Real Thing</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Keep me praying, keep me trusting&lt;br /&gt;Every step along life’s way!&lt;br /&gt;Keep me waiting, keep me watching,&lt;br /&gt;For He may return today! —Thiesen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Look for Christ’s return and you’ll live for Christ’s glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-8376906623169397742?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/70dTrKj6B-w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/70dTrKj6B-w/prepared-for-real-thing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/05/prepared-for-real-thing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-4632140785570367722</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2012 11:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-19T07:29:24.946-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Sense of History</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Lord, teach us from the stories in Your Word.&lt;br /&gt;We know You’ve put them there to guide us and&lt;br /&gt;give us wisdom. Help us to make obedience&lt;br /&gt;out of love for You our purpose. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Valuable lessons are learned from examining the lives of God’s people who’ve gone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-4632140785570367722?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/QzAk3Hg8mec" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/QzAk3Hg8mec/sense-of-history.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/05/sense-of-history.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-4918126048784375471</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2012 11:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-18T07:29:17.683-04:00</atom:updated><title>Not What I Planned</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;As I walk along life’s pathway,&lt;br /&gt;Though the way I cannot see,&lt;br /&gt;I shall follow in His footsteps,&lt;br /&gt;For He has a plan for me. —Thiesen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps. —Proverbs 16:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-4918126048784375471?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/QnrNPg6Rn0M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/QnrNPg6Rn0M/not-what-i-planned.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/05/not-what-i-planned.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-186735261982822209</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 11:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-14T07:41:44.775-04:00</atom:updated><title>Strength</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;When our hearts grow weary,&lt;br /&gt;When our spirits dim,&lt;br /&gt;He will go before us,&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all to Him. —Anon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;When you’re weary in life’s struggles, find strength in the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-186735261982822209?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/V9kXPYgnbr4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/V9kXPYgnbr4/strength.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/05/strength.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-2793693578808050145</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 11:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-13T07:14:20.219-04:00</atom:updated><title>Mother's Day</title><description>&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1336907531597171" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Lord, thank You for the influence our mothers and wives&lt;br /&gt;have had on us. We too want to touch the lives of&lt;br /&gt;others, to point them to You. We know we need Your&lt;br /&gt;Spirit’s power to do that. Fill us and use us, we pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Good mothers not only tell us how to live— they show us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-2793693578808050145?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/5O0OyeA1YQI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/5O0OyeA1YQI/mothers-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/05/mothers-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-715758939914491877</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 11:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-12T07:30:25.328-04:00</atom:updated><title>Outside the Boat</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Will your anchor hold in the storms of life,&lt;br /&gt;When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?&lt;br /&gt;When the strong tides lift and the cables strain,&lt;br /&gt;Will your anchor drift, or firm remain? —Owens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;We worship a God who is greater than our greatest problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-715758939914491877?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/lsiu8FEddLU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/lsiu8FEddLU/outside-boat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/05/outside-boat.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-6060266906547869337</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 11:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-11T07:25:38.711-04:00</atom:updated><title>Concern</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;If God ordained to give&lt;br /&gt;One gift for all my days,&lt;br /&gt;I’d want the way He loves&lt;br /&gt;To permeate my ways. —Verway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;The more we understand God’s love for us the more love we’ll show to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-6060266906547869337?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/yS8e5av_fXI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/yS8e5av_fXI/concern.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/05/concern.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-2634149404497436493</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 11:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-10T07:19:27.386-04:00</atom:updated><title>Apologies</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Whenever you offend a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Apologize and make things right;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;For if you will admit your wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You may avoid a needless fight. —Sper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;The best way to get the last word is to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-2634149404497436493?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/DaXWenkp2xc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/DaXWenkp2xc/apologies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/05/apologies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-1486474140422050447</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-09T15:31:35.290-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">devotions</category><title>Our Daily Bread</title><description>I'm getting most of these devotions from &lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://odb.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Our Daily Bread&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Great&amp;nbsp;place to sign up for their emails!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://odb.org/"&gt;http://odb.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-1486474140422050447?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/BiFv51N93Zg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/BiFv51N93Zg/our-daily-bread.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/05/our-daily-bread.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-6704770333345954215</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-09T15:16:26.357-04:00</atom:updated><title>Before You Ask</title><description>We can trust the wisdom of His love. —Bill Crowder
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My heart overflows—the grace He provides
Is just what I need for my care;
It’s all I could ask, whatever the task,
Whatever the burden I bear. —Anon.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;God’s timing is always right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-6704770333345954215?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/b7BKIuHYCjs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/b7BKIuHYCjs/before-you-ask.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/05/before-you-ask.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-4534984259076925261</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 18:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-08T14:44:38.020-04:00</atom:updated><title>Lighthouse Scripture - North Carolina Photography - Jill Lang - Charlotte Skyline, Blue Ridge Mountains/Parkway, Lighthouses, Waterfalls, Lakes, Scripture Pictures, Old Barns</title><description>&lt;a href="http://jillwlang.smugmug.com/Galleries/Scripture-Quotes/Lighthouse-Scripture/11124948_T5Lk24#!i=1825013485&amp;amp;k=BbDtPJK"&gt;Lighthouse Scripture - North Carolina Photography - Jill Lang - Charlotte Skyline, Blue Ridge Mountains/Parkway, Lighthouses, Waterfalls, Lakes, Scripture Pictures, Old Barns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-4534984259076925261?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/CB6lBx_WMr8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/CB6lBx_WMr8/lighthouse-scripture-north-carolina.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/05/lighthouse-scripture-north-carolina.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-2799796999132872943</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2012 12:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-16T08:18:57.519-04:00</atom:updated><title>Search the Scriptures</title><description>Search the Scriptures’ precious store—
As a miner digs for ore;&lt;br /&gt;
Search, and you will surely find
Treasures to enrich the mind. —Anon.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The more you read the Bible, the more you’ll love its Author.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-2799796999132872943?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/Mvfpun5WDd8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/Mvfpun5WDd8/search-scriptures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/03/search-scriptures.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-7329375712021359906</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 13:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-08T08:46:59.311-05:00</atom:updated><title>Jesus Understands</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He took our suffering on him and felt our pain for us. —&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-size: small;"&gt;Isa_53:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jesus knows how you feel. You're under the gun at work? Jesus knows how you feel. You've got more to do than is humanly possible? So did he. People take more from you than they give? Jesus understands. Your teenagers won't listen? Your students won't try? Jesus knows how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;
You are precious to him. So precious that he became like you so that you would come to him.&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;
When you struggle, he listens. When you yearn, he responds. When you question, he hears. He has been there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;dir&gt;
&lt;dir&gt;
&lt;dir&gt;
&lt;dir&gt;

&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;In the Eye of the Storm Max Lucado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-7329375712021359906?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/ygFSVVrvbT4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/ygFSVVrvbT4/jesus-understands.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/02/jesus-understands.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-5099510661177182773</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-31T19:08:11.440-05:00</atom:updated><title>Gritting My Teeth</title><description>We learn to be victorious by surrendering our lives to God, not by gritting our teeth and trying harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-5099510661177182773?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/GNBQDDWqCqQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/GNBQDDWqCqQ/gritting-my-teeth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/01/gritting-my-teeth.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-7379107989540954492</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-15T10:27:47.123-05:00</atom:updated><title>God's Good Gifts</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every good action and every perfect gift is from God. —&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jas_1:17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ever feel like you have nothing? Just look at the gifts [God] has given you:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;dir&gt;
&lt;dir&gt;

He has sent his angels to care for you, his Holy Spirit to dwell in you, his church to encourage you, and his word to guide you…&lt;br /&gt;

Anytime you speak, he listens; make a request and he responds.&lt;br /&gt;

He will never let you be tempted too much or stumble too far.&lt;br /&gt;

Let a tear appear on your cheek, and he is there to wipe it.&lt;br /&gt;

Let a love sonnet appear on your lips, and he is there to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;

As much as you want to see him, he wants to see you more…&lt;/dir&gt;
&lt;/dir&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;
You have been chosen by Christ… He has claimed you as his beloved.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;dir&gt;
&lt;dir&gt;
&lt;dir&gt;
&lt;dir&gt;

&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;When Christ Comes - Max Lucado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-7379107989540954492?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/0r13E4GPrP0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/0r13E4GPrP0/gods-good-gifts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/01/gods-good-gifts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-5431818459939124634</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-14T08:25:57.172-05:00</atom:updated><title>Holy Spirit</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Holy 
Spirit, all divine,&lt;br /&gt;Dwell within this heart of mine;&lt;br /&gt;Cast down every idol 
throne,&lt;br /&gt;Reign supreme and reign alone. —Reed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;The 
Christian’s heart is the Spirit’s home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-5431818459939124634?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/I9XMBBUC4IY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/I9XMBBUC4IY/holy-spirit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2012/01/holy-spirit.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-1056180716231892511</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-28T11:31:18.521-05:00</atom:updated><title>Reaping What We Sow</title><description>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Sowing 
seeds of greed and hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Reaps corruption, loss, and pain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;But if we sow 
love and kindness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;We will reap eternal gain. —Sper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;The 
seeds we sow today determine the kind of fruit we’ll reap tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-1056180716231892511?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/WMG9QEcfCV0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/WMG9QEcfCV0/reaping-what-we-sow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2011/12/reaping-what-we-sow.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-340071459053588993</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2011 13:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-24T08:07:07.091-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>Death Destroyed</title><description>&lt;div style="clear: right; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;O 
Death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is your victory? —1 Corinthians 
15:55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Medical 
researchers are working tirelessly to find a cure for cancer, a clue to the 
mystery of Alzheimer’s, and ways to conquer a host of other debilitating 
diseases. But what if you awoke to headlines saying DEATH DESTROYED! Would you 
believe it? Could you believe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;The 
New Testament proclaims that for the believer in Christ, death &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; been 
destroyed—reduced to inactivity—rendered incapable of doing what it once did. 
“So when this corruptible has put on incorruption, and this mortal has put on 
immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written: ‘Death is 
swallowed up in victory’” (1 Cor. 15:54).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;This 
good news is for everyone who will receive it—just as the angel told the 
shepherds when Jesus was born, “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good 
tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this 
day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord” (Luke 2:10-11).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;The 
birth of Jesus was the beginning of the end for death. “The sting of death is 
sin, and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the 
victory through our Lord Jesus Christ” (1 Cor. 15:56-57).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;That 
is why we celebrate Christmas! —David McCasland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Mild 
He lays His glory by,&lt;br /&gt;Born that man no more may die.&lt;br /&gt;Born to raise the 
sons of earth,&lt;br /&gt;Born to give them second birth. —Wesley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;The 
birth of Christ brought God to man; the cross of Christ brings man to 
God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-340071459053588993?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/NpASU48Acjg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/NpASU48Acjg/death-destroyed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2011/12/death-destroyed.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-8492292188884633439</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-20T09:06:47.732-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>Christmas Journey</title><description>&lt;div style="clear: right; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;When 
the fullness of the time had come, God sent forth His Son. —Galatians 4:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;How 
far is it from Nazareth to Bethlehem? If you’re in Pennsylvania, it’s about 9 
miles and takes about 10 minutes by car. But if you’re in Nazareth of Galilee, 
and you’re traveling along with your pregnant wife, as Joseph was, it’s about 80 
miles to Bethlehem. That journey probably took Joseph and Mary about a week, and 
they didn’t stay in a nice hotel when they got there. All Joseph could find was 
a stall in a stable, and that’s where Mary delivered “her firstborn Son” (Luke 
2:7).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;But 
the journey for the infant Jesus was much farther than 80 miles. He left His 
place in heaven at God’s right hand, came to earth, and accepted our humanity. 
Eventually, He was stretched out on a cross to die, and He was buried in a 
borrowed tomb. But the journey was not over. He conquered death, left the tomb, 
walked again among men, and ascended to heaven. Even that is not the journey’s 
end. Someday He will return as King of kings and Lord of lords.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;As 
you take a Christmas journey this month, reflect on the journey Jesus made for 
us. He came from heaven to earth to die for us, making salvation available 
through His death on the cross and His glorious resurrection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Praise 
God for that first Christmas journey! —Dave Egner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;When 
God stepped out of heaven above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;And came down to this earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;He clothed 
Himself in human flesh—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;A Child of lowly birth. —D. De Haan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Jesus 
came to earth for us so we could go to heaven with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-8492292188884633439?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/EDEcp2Mj1ig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/EDEcp2Mj1ig/christmas-journey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-journey.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-8549105342485226462</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 14:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-18T08:24:28.092-05:00</atom:updated><title>Our Hope</title><description>&lt;div style="clear: right; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;The 
virgin shall conceive and bear a Son, and shall call His name Immanuel. —Isaiah 
7:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;As 
we drove home from a Christmas party one evening, my family and I approached a 
small country church nestled between glittering snowbanks. From a distance, I 
could see its holiday display. Strings of white lights formed the capital 
letters: H-O-P-E. The sight of that word shining in the darkness reminded me 
that Jesus is, and always has been, the hope of humankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Before 
Jesus was born, people hoped for the Messiah—the One who would shoulder their 
sin and intercede with God on their behalf (Isa. 53:12). They expected the 
Messiah to arrive through a virgin who would bear a son in Bethlehem and would 
name Him Immanuel, “God with us” (7:14). The night Jesus was born, their hope 
was fulfilled (Luke 2:1-14).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Although 
we’re no longer waiting for Jesus in the form of an infant, He is still the 
source of our hope. We watch for His second coming (Matt. 24:30); we anticipate 
the heavenly home He is preparing for us (John 14:2); and we dream of living 
with Him in His celestial city (1 Thess. 4:16). As Christians, we can look 
forward to the future because the baby in the manger was, and still is, “the 
Lord Jesus Christ, our hope” (1 Tim. 1:1). —Jennifer Benson Schuldt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;That 
night so many years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Which brought the Savior’s birth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Gave promise of 
a brighter hope:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Good will—and peace on earth. —Anon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;The 
key word of Christmas is “Immanuel”— God with us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-8549105342485226462?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/Hvx6ftO2ODE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/Hvx6ftO2ODE/our-hope.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-hope.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-2696347441713435556</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-17T08:52:51.978-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>Silent Night</title><description>Silent night, holy night!

&lt;br /&gt;
All is calm, all is bright.&lt;br /&gt;


Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child.


&lt;br /&gt;
Holy infant so tender and mild,


&lt;br /&gt;
Sleep in heavenly peace,


Sleep in heavenly peace.&lt;br /&gt;





Silent night, holy night!


&lt;br /&gt;
Shepherds quake at the sight.&lt;br /&gt;



Glories stream from heaven afar&lt;br /&gt;



Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia,


&lt;br /&gt;
Christ the Savior is born!


Christ the Savior is born.&lt;br /&gt;





Silent night, holy night!&lt;br /&gt;



Son of God love's pure light.&lt;br /&gt;



Radiant beams from Thy holy face&lt;br /&gt;



With dawn of redeeming grace,


&lt;br /&gt;
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth.&lt;br /&gt;



Jesus Lord, at Thy birth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-2696347441713435556?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/nEm_Ps38jUU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/nEm_Ps38jUU/silent-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2011/12/silent-night.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19004714.post-1486521886974671497</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 13:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-17T08:46:54.172-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>One More Week!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://jillwlang.smugmug.com/Galleries/Seasonal-Holidays/Christmas/6608278_3PtWFj#744032144_8uLRc-A-LB" title="Christmas Lights - Merry Christmas - Daniel Stowe Gardens in Belmont"&gt;&lt;img src="http://jillwlang.smugmug.com/Galleries/Seasonal-Holidays/Christmas/6253ChristmasDecorationText/744032144_8uLRc-S.jpg" title="Christmas Lights - Merry Christmas - Daniel Stowe Gardens in Belmont" alt="Christmas Lights - Merry Christmas - Daniel Stowe Gardens in Belmont"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19004714-1486521886974671497?l=jillwlang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~4/oNEYAW9lU1U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomentsOfPeace/~3/oNEYAW9lU1U/one-more-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jill)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jillwlang.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-more-week.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

