<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824</id><updated>2024-10-05T04:53:49.882+01:00</updated><category term="Vignettes of Grace"/><category term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category term="Musings From The Psalms"/><category term="General"/><category term="Family Connect"/><title type='text'>Musings Of My Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of my articles, sermon extracts, poems and other writings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/summary'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/summary'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/summary?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-7357451236576123657</id><published>2017-07-24T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-07-24T22:34:26.935+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings From The Psalms"/><title type='text'>Meditating on God’s Word</title><summary type="text">




“Blessed is the man

who does not walk in the counsel of
the wicked

or stand in the way of sinners

or sit in the company of mockers.

But his delight is in the law of the Lord,

and on His law he meditates day and
night.

He is like a tree planted by streams of water,

which yields its fruit in season

and whose leaf does not wither.

Whatever he does prospers.”

Psalm 1:1-3 NIV



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“For it was You who created my inward parts;

You knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I will praise You because I have been remarkably

and wonderfully made.

Your works are wonderful, and I know this very well.

My bones were not hidden from You

when I was made in the secret,

When I was formed in the depths of the earth.”

Psalm 139: 13 – 15 HCSB



A young boy was traveling by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/588080540451798310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/07/our-all-powerful-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/588080540451798310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/588080540451798310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/07/our-all-powerful-god.html' title='Our All-Powerful God'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF2NdpN9MUpCDPhxvWhcLGCLrlU0Xri-gErSqUW1nhbUIO0aFeov8CHF9bNsn4UUcWV5nY2kNI5MwgEwcD2N_3GWw0FRrWd3QHjnhaGHB_fWvf2lrc8SyAoC-pPu5i5jDlX21fzJOY2tQ/s72-c/Our+All+Powerful+God.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-7563956252875613740</id><published>2017-07-09T21:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2017-07-09T21:05:50.366+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings From The Psalms"/><title type='text'>Our Ever Present God</title><summary type="text">






“Where can I go to escape from Your Spirit?

Where can I flee from Your presence?

If I go up to heaven, You are there;

If I make my bed in Sheol, You are there.

If I live at the eastern horizon,

Or settle at the western limits,

Even there Your hand will lead me;

Your right hand will hold on to me.

If I say, ‘Surely the darkness will hide me

And the light around me will be night,’

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“Lord, You have searched me and known me.

You know when I sit down and when I stand up;

You understand my thoughts from far away.

You observe my travels and my rest;

You are aware of all my ways.

Before a word is on my tongue,

You know all about it, Lord.

You have encircled me;

You have placed Your hand on me.

This extraordinary knowledge is beyond me.

It is lofty; I am unable to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8692885455978636846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/07/our-all-knowing-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/8692885455978636846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/8692885455978636846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/07/our-all-knowing-god.html' title='Our All-Knowing God'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo1E2Q352fOzufKRnULq6BQN36r1XldKfrrLBccgFs06M7rZyS4IenFHwTKz0sFHDxmZlffYs2mUXUv7jXca9mhDJNyaEldeXrQtbKCPOdFRBJoJmRKCgcFkD-76TbHQQFofw1zQbuJ6A/s72-c/Our+All+knowing+God.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-1985649373980528685</id><published>2017-06-26T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-06-26T01:09:45.579+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings From The Psalms"/><title type='text'>He Remains Faithful...</title><summary type="text">



&quot;…Even
if my father and mother abandon me, the Lord cares for me.”

Psalm
27:10 HCSB

An
earthquake almost flattened Armenia (a former Soviet Republic) in 1988, killing
over 30,000 people in less than four minutes. On the morning of the day the
earthquake occurred, Samuel had sent his young son, Armand, to school with a
simple promise: &quot;No matter what, I&#39;ll always be there for you!&quot;

Samuel
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1985649373980528685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/06/he-remains-faithful.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/1985649373980528685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/1985649373980528685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/06/he-remains-faithful.html' title='He Remains Faithful...'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcRR2pcJKZouKID1DsVq_0BfuvearoFmXu1l0SWr2C3xSIYQq314kLE097gv75IW77L4KruygE52eZUCS-ETT3VpLQ4rvo0d-DEytUGwvoorGUKAISuxeajy8CQ3s6zimxy9Iv3ahwee4/s72-c/He+remains+faithful.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-6341018333212641661</id><published>2017-06-18T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-06-18T21:42:34.624+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings From The Psalms"/><title type='text'>God Our Sufficiency</title><summary type="text">








“God is our refuge and strength,

Always ready to help in times of trouble.

So we will not fear when earthquakes come

And the mountains crumble into the sea”

Psalms 46:1, 2 New Living Translation

Psalms
46 to 48 are considered by some to be
a Trilogy of Psalms celebrating the same event. The precise historical origin is not
exactly clear. Some scholars think it was
composed when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6341018333212641661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/06/god-our-sufficiency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/6341018333212641661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/6341018333212641661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/06/god-our-sufficiency.html' title='God Our Sufficiency'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgnadFUgGA0FHgm2t6g_niFgqlNXOz27jb26bHv0iZOMQZYMSDs4DbpRdK_GJPNoLgXk73Dx7c1lykJaGCcePGYUefOkiyvcXAmzh5pzf2zZMhEBlKsKNROisqFLFAqzoIj3eqVo0ilE/s72-c/God+our+sufficiency.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-1848928096990348621</id><published>2017-06-11T20:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-06-11T20:57:01.406+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><title type='text'>Transformed Speech (3)</title><summary type="text">




In the last 2
weeks, we have been considering the topic of our speech and how our words are
very important. We have also pointed out that God expects His children to have
a new kind of speech which I termed a “transformed speech”. In this concluding
post, I want to briefly address the issue of how we can develop the type of
speech that God expects of us His children. 



I will direct us
to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1848928096990348621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/06/transformed-speech-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/1848928096990348621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/1848928096990348621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/06/transformed-speech-3.html' title='Transformed Speech (3)'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFvk9nIw4alyIpvBT1kgDui0FoUm69GT9_vID_upWPRMYiVuN_AbJ1G6bUdZ9b5GdgoitpHDTWutX3ZLhvi2RkUkmLIT_80FoOcPjefahnNLHE2jA67b3rnAGLJYRnUQHpxly2lixhBsY/s72-c/Transformed+Speech3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-615238031421518724</id><published>2017-06-04T22:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-06-04T22:28:03.025+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><title type='text'>Transformed Speech (2)</title><summary type="text">


I recently read the true story of a Music Teacher who made a difference
in a student’s life by speaking the right words to him. Unknown to the teacher
and even his own family, this student had been suffering verbal abuse at the
hands of his older brother and this had severely affected the student. His
academic performance had been poor all through the year and even his social
functioning had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/615238031421518724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/06/transformed-speech-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/615238031421518724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/615238031421518724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/06/transformed-speech-2.html' title='Transformed Speech (2)'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHBRzJCv8mL7sqXMTgHTBmaWDDs99ifChw9mz5pyTuk3Q9tfg0v6q7FfybhRsDozdmD6EiMIzFuxKT6BhZSFjOxi5Yt_oBDCYokOApKgD8EWJIu0IOpVrv-t_BH8l18rbPR0HSdtzrPz8/s72-c/Transformed+Speech+%25282%2529.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-7790628904661240352</id><published>2017-05-28T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-05-28T21:30:56.710+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family Connect"/><title type='text'>Training Our Children</title><summary type="text">




The Children’s Day celebration was marked a few days ago and my heart
was stirred to write a post along the line of godly parenting. I will continue
the series on our words/speech next week.



We live in an age that has been aptly described as one of “disappearance
of childhood”. With the development of electronics, mass media and now the
social media, we now have children who are exposed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7790628904661240352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/05/training-our-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/7790628904661240352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/7790628904661240352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/05/training-our-children.html' title='Training Our Children'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3uzXI0ilaRwqxAQ-AvG_lJdY2sOfuYidIORU_iM-rReTVuM4P9YZh2u8dDmhfjnfcHl56IGHS_p7x1ustUy-kxRGPVOhgWTWucxuPmLP2IqMBff6TFcHXDWD7wEUKZVF-MH6fxGwyBiM/s72-c/Family.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-8517164063029466152</id><published>2017-05-21T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-05-21T22:39:39.790+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><title type='text'>Transformed Speech</title><summary type="text">






“Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which
is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers.”

Ephesians 4:29 KJV



“Sticks and stones may
break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”

This old English rhyme
first appeared in a Church publication in 1862. The intention was to encourage children
to overlook insults directed at them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8517164063029466152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/05/transformed-speech.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/8517164063029466152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/8517164063029466152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/05/transformed-speech.html' title='Transformed Speech'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6ZsRXZEjLivCZB6C0RcEi75klhEzF7e3o3eP_4YcYMWAn8x7qvoCBGTL40z56O97Hy8jNubyWWE6hQ0IohAx-avloyrb17gJop9F9R7BaduwD_rR9Pz4VAzTPfl7FfEEp6YAteDGAzc/s72-c/Transformed+Speech.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-3489498916139744788</id><published>2017-05-14T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-05-14T22:32:55.521+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vignettes of Grace"/><title type='text'>Off With The Grave Clothes!</title><summary type="text">

Photo credit:&amp;nbsp;http://anglicanorthodoxchurch.blogspot.com.ng




John 11 tells the story
of how Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead. Personally, I have been challenged
by that passage of the Scriptures and I have learnt so much from it. This week,
I will be directing our hearts to an interesting statement our Lord made after
He had called Lazarus forth from the grave:



“Loose him, and let </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3489498916139744788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/05/off-with-grave-clothes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/3489498916139744788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/3489498916139744788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/05/off-with-grave-clothes.html' title='Off With The Grave Clothes!'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPVi6-SjyT8bY6la-TG5KxQPTlqlZB0RWGtyYcsnz75qYfOxvUCdiGl25mrf6-vhrR1jJ-HXe5dYegs6tzbeXdAGIpXzJdDfzFLox2Kuf5a-VakTtfqutR21RWvU57kt4Qa57ML8RLTU/s72-c/Off+With+The+Grave+Clothes.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-6862901566313674050</id><published>2017-05-07T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-05-07T21:51:16.692+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vignettes of Grace"/><title type='text'>More About The Believer (4): Gifted By God Part 2</title><summary type="text">
Even though the original
intention was not to do an in depth discussion of spiritual gifts, it has
become imperative for a second post along the same line.



In this post I will be
providing an answer to this question:&amp;nbsp;How do I recognize&amp;nbsp;or develop my gifts?



To answer this question,
it is important to point out that there is really no scriptural passage that
teaches us about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6862901566313674050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/05/gifted-by-god-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/6862901566313674050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/6862901566313674050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/05/gifted-by-god-2.html' title='More About The Believer (4): Gifted By God Part 2'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-2928255474377078913</id><published>2017-04-30T22:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-04-30T22:44:06.488+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vignettes of Grace"/><title type='text'>More About The Believer (3): Gifted By God</title><summary type="text">

“But unto every one of us is given grace
according to the measure of the gift of Christ”

Ephesians 4:7 KJV



This verse above introduces us to an aspect of the life of the believer
in Christ that is extremely vital. Yet from my interactions with people, I have
come to realize that many people do not walk in the reality of the truth this verse expresses. Not
only has God made us alive in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2928255474377078913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/04/gifted-by-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/2928255474377078913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/2928255474377078913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/04/gifted-by-god.html' title='More About The Believer (3): Gifted By God'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-1519920540210436423</id><published>2017-04-24T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-04-24T00:00:01.195+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vignettes of Grace"/><title type='text'>More About The Believer (2): Granted Access To God</title><summary type="text">

“For through Him we both access to the Father by
one Spirit”

Ephesians 2:18 NIV



Trying to get an audience with highly placed individuals like leaders,
celebrities or even executives in organizations can be a herculean task. Many
of them have their schedules booked to the full with different engagements and
events that it is very unlikely that a stranger can just show up unannounced
and get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1519920540210436423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/04/granted-access.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/1519920540210436423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/1519920540210436423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/04/granted-access.html' title='More About The Believer (2): Granted Access To God'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-8377223416793173515</id><published>2017-04-16T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-04-16T21:30:33.226+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vignettes of Grace"/><title type='text'>More About The Believer (1): No More Barriers</title><summary type="text">


This period in the year has been chosen to celebrate the death and
resurrection of our Lord Jesus. We call it Easter. So many messages are being
circulated with greetings and well wishes from afar and near. What would
delight my heart the most would be that the words are not mere shallow
expressions devoid of deep convictions or persuasions of the supernatural
nature of the events at Calvary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8377223416793173515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/04/no-more-barriers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/8377223416793173515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/8377223416793173515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/04/no-more-barriers.html' title='More About The Believer (1): No More Barriers'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-466931181598778836</id><published>2017-04-09T22:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-04-09T22:21:12.903+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vignettes of Grace"/><title type='text'>Our Riches In Christ (6): Raised and Seated With Christ</title><summary type="text">




A High School student won first prize at a Science Fair in April 1997. The
title of his prize winning project was, “How Gullible Are We?” In his project
he urged people to sign a petition demanding strict control or total
elimination of the chemical “dihydrogen monoxide.” He gave a number of reasons
for this demand such as:



1. The chemical can cause excessive sweating and vomiting.



2. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/466931181598778836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/04/raised-and-seated-with-Christ.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/466931181598778836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/466931181598778836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/04/raised-and-seated-with-Christ.html' title='Our Riches In Christ (6): Raised and Seated With Christ'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCvS_D8H1iqgsqQH2CJbNUGiNBRRXUSNM4m6y_ps7l2erkq4R_zKXFhlxyBwCpwWmAjDaVtmdt076Eyw5uSH8AyMGo1EYARR-dVjXR6lxnv_tJsvNxTz9lACoTrNYuGfj8BP6qNHkOWlw/s72-c/Raised+and+seated+in+Christ.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-9213032124277693843</id><published>2017-04-02T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-04-02T21:51:00.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Riches In Christ (5): Alive In Christ</title><summary type="text">



One of the post prominent characters in the Old Testament narratives is
David. Perhaps Israel’s most loved king, started off as a shepherd boy but was
also a song writer and many of his compositions are present till today in the
Psalms. 

A particular event launched David into prominence in the mainstream of
Israel’s history-his victory over Goliath the Philistine giant who had haunted
and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9213032124277693843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/04/our-riches-in-christ-5-alive-in-christ.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/9213032124277693843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/9213032124277693843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/04/our-riches-in-christ-5-alive-in-christ.html' title='Our Riches In Christ (5): Alive In Christ'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdzQLx5cEsdAq73u_wwsdb3gjEg-yGd2PGcU3UYLPt9TU_nMLCVXPF_Uh6aK0gTNuxvjPFTsFlRnQ1Ohb7Cqy0sta6QjgfM8ewC8vwI8dvlYR5ptG8P0UwmTq3742piT7u3O0ui-_LPcc/s72-c/Alive+in+Christ.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-1820947990009518444</id><published>2017-03-26T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-03-26T21:56:25.020+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vignettes of Grace"/><title type='text'>Our Riches In Christ (4): Sealed In Christ</title><summary type="text">




After the death of Joshua, the Israelites settled into the land of Canaan
but soon faced times of difficulty. The
Midianites in conjunction with the Amalekites and other nomadic tribes, invaded
the country initially every year, at the time
of the harvests, in great numbers, with their flocks and herds, pillaging the
land. Their ravaging activities became so terrible that sustenance became a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1820947990009518444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/03/sealed-in-christ.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/1820947990009518444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/1820947990009518444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/03/sealed-in-christ.html' title='Our Riches In Christ (4): Sealed In Christ'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg20JHahCk0Ax9r6orv2eIvp_Vqd3WK-YnF57E6uuxNvFGPsLqit6LWExXQIbX91wydaGWwMaN5vN5ZP_iIx8e9OJDBlRnA3K4GOAR8j_O-plFriLV0DFr3hwalXPwb8Yb1Yaar5itDgto/s72-c/Sealed.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-2131851052544267082</id><published>2017-03-19T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-03-19T22:02:43.993+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vignettes of Grace"/><title type='text'>Our Riches In Christ (3): Redeemed In Christ</title><summary type="text">



2nd Samuel 9 verses 1-13 narrate the story of David and Mephibosheth.
Mephibosheth was Jonathan’s only surviving son but he was crippled in both
feet. After David had ascended the throne and crowned as King, he wanted to
show kindness to any surviving member of Saul’s household for Jonathan’s sake
(most of us will remember that David and Jonathan shared a deep bond of
friendship). </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2131851052544267082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/03/our-riches-in-christ-3-redeemed-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/2131851052544267082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/2131851052544267082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/03/our-riches-in-christ-3-redeemed-in.html' title='Our Riches In Christ (3): Redeemed In Christ'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjiydjMNlh8kqlisM_p5H3mgmZAwl9aZLsp9A2ovCtfp1bK73hVQY9N7awUvwtP8E3G04EwvOr-58fKhTG3Hx1fTCoGQaUH3P-oi56TbA_0XF4Bu3cLAlV15w6YGn1rPjrw9fvtr_xiU/s72-c/Redeemed+in+Christ.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-4696574143152452426</id><published>2017-03-12T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-03-12T19:57:15.407+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vignettes of Grace"/><title type='text'>Our Riches In Christ (2): Adopted In Christ</title><summary type="text">






In the book ‘Be Rich’, Warren Wiersbe tells a story of how late
American newspaper publisher William Randolph Hearst once read of valuable
pieces of art and decided that he wanted to add them to his collection. Hearst
had been collecting great pieces of art from around the world and had been
keeping them in warehouses in different locations. He sent his agent abroad to
find and secure them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4696574143152452426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/03/adopted-in-christ.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/4696574143152452426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/4696574143152452426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/03/adopted-in-christ.html' title='Our Riches In Christ (2): Adopted In Christ'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjfs8BqJqXDOdd7Ax86-zTKCv8Ehb2n5PAmvcSD8wvIf-BpDAugEvsmUhptDoj4MtQ5qcr9-SJHB2K29rgq0OxweD9vGpeE1kESuL07_9f8mKHAnT2CACTXsFYsR7uOn6W_4thxGH_gg/s72-c/Our+riches+in+Christ+2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-1780758708650741600</id><published>2017-03-05T21:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2017-03-06T08:40:55.349+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vignettes of Grace"/><title type='text'>Our Riches In Christ (1)</title><summary type="text">


Hetty Green (November
21, 1834 – July 3, 1916) was an American Businesswoman who managed an inherited
fortune so well that she became arguably the richest woman in the world at that
time. By 1916 when she died, estimates of her net worth ranged from $100 to $200
million. Yet she was said never to turn on the heat or use hot water because
she didn’t want to spend the money. It is also said she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1780758708650741600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/03/our-riches-in-christ-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/1780758708650741600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/1780758708650741600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/03/our-riches-in-christ-1.html' title='Our Riches In Christ (1)'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOwLpj9TpThkYYWYoR-87w21mSaNvTiW1tp1AAFzktC-EbGmiKy2MtnHWECK6SdAzdT4zOy2KyUH5FjnxeV3bbs3x1Ik9uCRjM8ao988HH6iZSnqz0bCJNGCSdDZJPEzp9nkj4wgrrehQ/s72-c/Bleesed+in+Christ.PNG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-2813505745208883457</id><published>2017-02-26T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-02-26T22:23:43.160+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><title type='text'>The Peril of Ignorance</title><summary type="text">








In the book
&quot;Hell&#39;s Best Kept Secret&quot;, Ray Comfort related a tragic story. A pregnant
lady was once walking along a riverbank with her child. Suddenly the child
slipped and fell into the river. The lady was in the latter stages of pregnancy
and also couldn’t swim. The only thing she could do was scream loudly.
Eventually people heard her screams and ran to the riverbank. The greatest
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2813505745208883457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/02/the-peril-of-ignorance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/2813505745208883457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/2813505745208883457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/02/the-peril-of-ignorance.html' title='The Peril of Ignorance'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkzw1NE7TfCU5vsB7rA69Ugq0M1Y_a2mTpRPHpQSFexdLrFrh8QP2TzfCkZNbx3WnPEZVHFmTVNbRRp7cX8aQKiYfc26XSHA3FCUEZd-km5wf9q_WWWOR5pTDoOfgJofh-1BkCMXMV6k/s72-c/Peril+of+ignorance.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-3468821042358845380</id><published>2017-02-19T20:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-02-19T20:57:38.922+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vignettes of Grace"/><title type='text'>Quatrains on Grace</title><summary type="text">


This
week I am sharing 2 poems that express God’s grace to us in such a beautiful
way. The first is titled ‘The Cross’ by John Newton and the other, ‘Confidant’
by Vicki Plaster Baird. My song for the week is “Forever Yours” by Gateway
Worship.




The Cross 
In evil long I took delight, Unawed by shame or fear, Till a new object struck my sight, And stopped my wild career. 

I saw One hanging</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3468821042358845380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/02/quatrains-on-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/3468821042358845380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/3468821042358845380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/02/quatrains-on-grace.html' title='Quatrains on Grace'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-5430142690118853494</id><published>2017-02-13T03:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2017-02-13T03:19:06.331+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vignettes of Grace"/><title type='text'>The Power of Forgiveness (3)</title><summary type="text">





The reality of God’s
forgiveness completely transforms us. Not only does it bring us release from
guilt and condemnation, it also fills our hearts with love and reverence for
Him. This was the lesson in the parable He taught at the Pharisee’s house
recorded for us in Luke 7:36-47. An appreciation of the extent, value and depth
of God’s forgiveness fills our hearts with deep joy and draws us</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5430142690118853494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/02/the-power-of-forgiveness-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/5430142690118853494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/5430142690118853494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/02/the-power-of-forgiveness-3.html' title='The Power of Forgiveness (3)'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj791837Nisx4v3t98S4WaZHUNoKvm-eYIHLWvnBRQzpz3EV2cE9ApaiiKToYdXU3aYJPOR0zaoiNe_EIgylC6hyKSAlfoLsCmmjhvmHuqeUiS9QB2ZFbv5o7YkXRbhXpQ0OKHFQ7N-bNM/s72-c/Slide1.PNG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954260880605509824.post-717603668719229570</id><published>2017-02-05T20:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2017-02-05T20:21:25.886+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Effervescing Thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vignettes of Grace"/><title type='text'>The Power of Forgiveness (2)</title><summary type="text">









In the book “A
Forgiving God in an Unforgiving World”, Ron Lee Davis told the story of a
priest in the Philippines who carried the burden of a secret sin he had
committed many years before. He was a much-loved man of God who had repented
but still had no sense of God’s forgiveness.


In his church was a
woman who claimed to have visions in which she spoke with Christ and Christ
with her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/717603668719229570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/02/the-power-of-forgiveness-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/717603668719229570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954260880605509824/posts/default/717603668719229570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://profoundmusingsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2017/02/the-power-of-forgiveness-2.html' title='The Power of Forgiveness (2)'/><author><name>Olowojolu Olayinka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05504368077672243314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5pJYmUEzPITR4v3M0idNpeU1nXWDCr_gmOTjxW-NiRMeIQSMnuOr1aPhxzxIonvqd2rnj7243FpYM5jswVjucGgRTjwhD7erCDLZh-Oy9C3m8s2BKu4GOJqoTGZTGxE/s113/DSC_0326_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR264pMoek53aQAq9Z6SmXFoGbJnNaZIXeDP8cewTyq6CGMCv6ttsi_CrJSPuFHYCSAQJvUgayhvO-gbTiGHgry0HBcX9211RfD7HZuPJ6L35gyaRYaXBvvKuNh_2ClywzW33KbrOLQ70/s72-c/Power+of+forgiveness+2.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>