<?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-3688572504358780123</id><updated>2014-01-22T05:51:26.561-08:00</updated><category term="Writing Tips"/><category term="Blessed Be God"/><category term="Life"/><category term="wow"/><title type='text'>Omotee&#39;s couture</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-7870191616324315472</id><published>2014-01-22T05:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-22T05:51:26.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2014 Confessions</title><content type='html'>This year 2014 is the acceptable year of the Lord, its God&#39;s year to act. ( luke 4 19). In this year God is acting on my behalf. God&#39;s blessing will pursue and overtake me. Father, thank you for taking me further faster. Thank you for turning my water into wine.  I declare that this year is the best year ever in my life in the name of Jesus. Father, thank you for this flood of favor in my life.  O Lord, I want to know your Glory, I want to give the sacrifice of praise. Fill this temple Lord with your Spirit once again. The fire of God will not cease to burn in my life. I will always hear the voice of the Holy Spirit directing me in every area of my life. My spiritual eyes and ears are open. For this God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide even to death. (Ps 48:14) In this year, its my time to shine, my mouth will give testimonies to prove that Jesus is Lord.   In this year I see the goodness of God in the land of the living,I see the glory of God, in my life, in my relationship, in my place of work, in my family, in my business.(Ps 27 13) I am partaking of the goodness of the Lord in this city, in this country. Everything I touch prospers, every where I go, I prosper. I&#39;m for signs and wonders. In this year, people will call me blessed. My steps are bathed with cream(Job 29:6) and the rock is pouring forth rivers of oil for me. The rivers of oil representing progress, healing, breakthrough are breaking forth in the name of Jesus. My hands will touch, my eyes will see and my ears will hear the things I am believing God for in this year. As for me, I will see Your face in righteousness; I shall be satisfied when I awake in Your likeness. You will  keep me as the apple of Your eye.  God is empowering me with finances, I have more money than I need, this year I&#39;m a giver; to my church and to people, this year I invest.   The Baptizing Church is moving forward, we are shaking communities, cities and nations for God..   I cleanse myself from all filthiness of the flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness in the fear of God. I abound in everything—in faith, in speech, in knowledge, in all diligence, and in my love for the saint, I abound in the grace of giving also.   I&#39;m blessed with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ, I&#39;m on the path of the Just and my path shines brighter and better. God does exceedingly abundantly above all that I ask or think, according to the power that works in me.   The Father of glory, gives to me the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him, the eyes of my understanding is being enlightened; that I may know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints, and what is the exceeding greatness of His power toward us who believe, according to the working of His mighty power. I am strengthened with might through His Spirit in the inner man, that Christ may dwell in my heart through faith; that I , being rooted and grounded in love,  may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height— to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge; that I may be filled with all the fullness of God.  God&#39;s goodness and mercy follows me all the days of my life   In this 2014: I will succeed I am a success story I see myself at the top of my chosen field Anything I do prospers I have what it takes and all it takes to excel I am so blessed that I am a blessing.  I will not relent until I reach the top&amp;nothing can stop me.  Father thank you for some yeses today.  God is watching to make sure His words come true in my life.   We who sit down in the High God&#39;s presence, spend the night in Shaddai&#39;s shadow, we say this: &quot;GOD, you&#39;re our refuge. We trust in you and we re safe!&quot; That&#39;s right—He rescues us from hidden traps, shields us from deadly hazards. His huge outstretched arms protect us— under them we&#39;re perfectly safe; His arms fend off all harm. We fear nothing—not wild wolves in the night, not flying arrows in the day, Not disease that prowls through the darkness, not disaster that erupts at high noon. Even though others succumb all around, drop like flies right and left, no harm will even graze us. We&#39;ll stand untouched, watch it all from a distance, watch the wicked turn into corpses. Yes, because GOD&#39;s our refuge, the High God our very own home, Evil can&#39;t get close to us, harm can&#39;t get through the door. He ordered His angels to guard us wherever we go. If we stumble, they&#39;ll catch us; their job is to keep us from falling. We&#39;ll walk unharmed among lions and snakes, and kick young lions and serpents from the path.  If you&#39;ll hold on to me for dear life,&quot; says GOD, &quot;I&#39;ll get you out of any trouble. I&#39;ll give you the best of care if you&#39;ll only get to know and trust me. Call me and I&#39;ll answer, be at your side in bad times; I&#39;ll rescue you, then throw you a party. I&#39;ll give you a long life, give you a long drink of salvation!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/7870191616324315472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=7870191616324315472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/7870191616324315472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/7870191616324315472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2014/01/2014-confessions.html' title='2014 Confessions'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-8608948877780661975</id><published>2012-04-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-19T11:05:35.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziba&#39;s Master</title><content type='html'>The Nurse hastened in her flight from the palace, all she was concerned about was making sure she escaped with five year old Mephibosheth. She loved him like she would have loved any son she bore. News had come from Jezreel that Saul and Jonathan had been killed in battle. It happened as she made haste to flee, that he fell and became lame. The Nurse knew that she must leave at once with Jonathan’s son- Mephibosheth lest he got killed. She took him to Ziba, who was Saul’s chief servant and he promised her he would take care of him. Mephibosheth grew up in Lo-Debar, his servant Ziba had raised him and taken good care of him. He was lame in both feet and had no had nothing to his name, except his little son- Mica. He lived in constant fear of the day king David will find out he was alive. He had learnt from Ziba how King Saul- Mephibosheth’s grandfather had been a terrible king and had really terrorized David because he saw him as a contender for his throne, despite how loyal David had been to Saul. Amidst David’s trials in the hands of Saul, Jonathan- Mephibosheth father had become covenant friends with David. Eventually Saul and Jonathan had died in battle and David had been crowned king. His Nurse had fled with him at once and brought him to Ziba so that he would not be killed, he dint think he was any better off alive anyways, after all he was lame. He felt miserable and despaired of life; it was due to the kindness of Machir, the son of Ammiel that he was able to eat every day. He had no idea what would become of his life, he no land, no cattle, no gold, no silver, even Ziba his servant was better than him.  He was so deep in thought that he dint hear Ziba approach, until he tapped his shoulder. “Master, are you thinking again?” Ziba asked,” I have called your name now more than three times” Mephibosheth couldn’t help but be embarrassed because he knew Ziba knew what he had been thinking about.” Yes Ziba, I was thinking!” “I bring good news” Ziba said enthusiastically  “What news could you have that would be good?” “I happened to be in the palace when King David asked if there was anyone left of King Saul’s lineage that he may show the person kindness for Jonathan’s sake” Ziba said “So?” Mephibosheth asked warily. “So, I told him there is- You and he asked to see you immediate… “No way” Mephibosheth dint let Ziba finish his sentence before he interrupted him. He was shaking physically, there was no way he was going to meet King David; it was a plot to kill him and completely wipe out Saul’s lineage. It took a very ling while for Ziba to convince him to go to the palace. Eventually Mephibosheth agreed to go although very much reluctantly. He was quite surprised at David’s warm reception, because he had half expected for his guards to haul him straight to the King’s dungeon. “Mephibosheth” – David spoke his name “Yes sir?” Mephibosheth answered “Don’t be frightened,” said David. “I would like to do something special for you in memory of your father Jonathan. To begin with, I am returning too you all the properties of your grandfather Saul. Furthermore, from now on you will take all meals at my table” Shuffling and stammering, not looking him in the eyes, Mephibosheth said” who am I that you pay attention to a stray dog like me?” He was surprised beyond words could express that David could do this great favour for him. And that was how he moved back to Jerusalem, his son, Ziba and his household along with him and he fed continually from the King’s table.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/8608948877780661975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=8608948877780661975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/8608948877780661975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/8608948877780661975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2012/04/zibas-master.html' title='Ziba&#39;s Master'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-5880591603927154405</id><published>2012-04-19T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-19T11:02:58.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Espionage</title><content type='html'>Shammua, Shaphat, Caleb, Igal, Hoshea, Palti, Gaddir, Gaddiel, Ammiel, Sethur, Nahbi and Geuel walked in groups of two or three, all chatting about their espionage to Canaan. It was their fortieth day away from the camp and they were really exhausted. They were on their way back to Kadesh to meet Moses and the children of Isreal in the Wilderness of Paran. Moses, at the command of the Lord had sent the twelve of them out to spy the land of Canaan, he had picked one man each from each tribe of Israel. He had charged them thus: Observe the land, is it pleasant or harsh? Describe the towns where they live; are they open camps or fortified with walls? And the soil; is it fertile or barren? Are there forests? And try to bring back sample of the produce that grows there”  That had been forty days ago, and with that charge they had left. They scouted out the land from the wilderness of Zin as far as Rehob toward Lebo Hamath. They gone through the Negev Desert, through Hebron and they had even passed through the land of the giants; Anak’s descendants. The journey had been tough, eventful and tiring but from Caleb the son of Jephunneh of the tribe of Judah, he knew they could take the land. Caleb and Hoshea walked side by side carrying between them a a pole a cluster of grapes which they had cut down from the valley of Eshcol, some of the other men carried figs while others carried pomegranates. He was so excited at what they had found out about the land of Canaan, all the fruits they carried was just one of the signs that the land God had given them was a good land indeed. He couldn’t wait till they got to camp to tell the people all they had seen and for Moses to give the charge for them to go take the land. He looked over at Hoshea, now names Joshua and they exchanged a knowing smile, “ yes they could take over the land” Just then, six of the other guys passed them  and what Caleb heard them saying wiped the smile from his face. The only thing I Saw was that the people who live there are so fierce, their cities are huge and well fortified” one of the men was saying. “Dint you see the giants? That is even worse than any other thing” another said Caleb had to cut in sharply “No! Don’t say that, let us go up and take the land now, we can do it. He couldn’t let them have this kind of inferiority complex, it would only destroy them. “The land we passed through to spy is an exceedingly good land. If the Lord delights in us, then He will bring us into this land and give it to us, a land flowing with milk and honey. Only do not rebel against the Lord nor fear the people for they are our bread” Caleb all but shouted at them By now, all the twelve men had gathered together and it was obvious that it was only Caleb and Joshua that had a different and positive view of their espionage. The ten were totally in awe of the giants. “We can’t attack those people; they are way stronger than we are”  We scouted out the land from one end to another; it is a land that swallows people whole. Everybody we say was huge. We even saw the Nephilim giants and besides them we were like grasshoppers. And despite how much Caleb and Joshua tried to convince them other wise, the men were not persuaded. And by the time they reached the camp, the men had spread the news and filled the Israelites with dread. They all believed they were nothing compared to the Canaanites despite the fact that God was with them and had wrought so many miracles in their presence.  Caleb will never forget the after math of what that singular act of inferiority complex had cost them all. Forty years of wandering in the wilderness.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/5880591603927154405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=5880591603927154405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/5880591603927154405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/5880591603927154405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2012/04/espionage.html' title='The Espionage'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-8626853550172708696</id><published>2012-04-03T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-03T05:37:37.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honoured by God</title><content type='html'>Timothy sat beside Gaius, Tychicus and Trophimus in the Ship as they sailed to troas to go and wait for his Father in the Lord- Apostle Paul. He was still in Philippi with Luke the physician; they would join them at Troas in a few days after the days of unleavened bread. They had left in a hurry because there had been an attempt on Paul’s life in Greece. Since they still had a long journey ahead of them and since he dint have to keep the company of his shipmates, timothy allowed himself to reminisce. “Hear O Israel, the Lord thy God is One” Grandma Lois read to Timothy. She tenderly brushed Tim’s hair as she read the Torah to him, his mother, her daughter was in the kitchen cooking, she was Lois’s only daughter and had returned home with Timothy when his father had been forced to return to Greece t serve his father’s gods. Since their return, Lois had determined to pass on the belief of Yahweh to timothy just as she had done with Eunice, his mother. Lois had been among the early converts and she had lost her husband during the persecution. She had raised Eunice and never remarried and had brought her up in the fear of Yahweh. She sensed that something special about Timothy, at twelve, he was so eager to learn all about Yahweh and he was often awed by the miracles He had performed. She was took great pleasure in telling him all the Bible stories. Perhaps, he would become a rabbi one day. She was so proud of Eunice, despite all she passed through, her faith never wavered. “The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine upon you, and be gracious to you, the Lord lift up His countenance upon you and give you peace” that’s how the children of Israel greeted each other. Lois explained to Timothy who was really smiling. “Do you also know that all the first son of Israelites who opened the womb were to be named after God” Lois went on to say. “Really? Grandma?” Timothy asked wide eyed. “Yes my Love, really, that’s why named you Timothy, which means ‘Honoured by God’ “Eunice who was passing bye, chipped in, ruffling Timothy’s hair as she passed. “Mum! Grandma just brushed my hair” Timothy told his mum and doged her hand from further ruffling his hair. “Grandma will brush it again” Eunice said Lois winked at Timothy as she brushed his hair again “So Grandma, I am the male who opened the womb?” Timothy asked “Yes, Timothy, you are. And we dedicated you to the Lord, never waver in the Lord, be strong in Him and in the power of his Might, always love and fear the Lord and never forget your heritage” grandma Lois said tenderly. And that had been the anchor of Timothy’s life; he had kept the faith even after he had left home and moved to Derbe and Lystra. An after a few years, he het Apostle Paul who took an instant liking to him especially after the brethren had spoken well of him. Apostle Paul had had to circumcise him because of his Greek heritage, and he had become his disciple since, doing ministry together along with other brethren. He had come to regard him as his father and Paul referred to him as son. Timothy was brought back from his reverie by the sharp jolt of the ship signifying they were at Troas and had to disembark.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/8626853550172708696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=8626853550172708696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/8626853550172708696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/8626853550172708696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2012/04/honoured-by-god.html' title='Honoured by God'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-2899590604905873755</id><published>2012-04-03T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-03T05:36:30.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe&#39;s House</title><content type='html'>“Ok, ok, hope everything is set?, girls go bath, brother Paul will be here any moment from now” Chloe said, untying her apron. Brother Paul the apostle was finally coming to visit her household and she was so excited. She had only met him twice, the first time was he had first come to Corinth from Athens; she met him through her cousin Priscilla and Aquila, her husband. She had been really awed to meet him in person because she had heard a lot about him especially of his former conduct in Judaism and his role in the death of Brother Stephen. God just never ceased to amaze her. After that, the second and last time she had seen him was when he came to plant the Corinthian church and that was when he had chosen her house as one of the church meeting places.  She hadn’t seen him since them but the church had continued to meet in her house once a week. She had become a trusted leader and a source of reliable information for the Apostle Paul. And through her relationship with the Apostle Paul and the Church, she had met other phenomenal women of God, such as Nympha and Lydia, who also had churches meeting in their houses. She couldn’t imagine what her life would have been without those women always encouraging and strengthening her in the Lord.  Just last week, she had received a letter through brother Urbanus from brother Paul telling her he would be coming to Corinth and he would make a stop at her house. She had been so excited to hear he was coming, because since she heard of his arrest and incarceration in Rome, she had lost all hope of ever seeing him again, but she later was told that the jailer had dealt fairly with him and had granted him permission to briefly visit his people. Now the day had come, she couldn’t wait to see him, she eagerly looked forward to listening to him and she had a lot to discuss with him also. Joanna and Martha stood shyly behind their mama as she spoke with the white haired man with the kind eyes. “Sister Chloe, you are really doing a good work, may our God the father of our Lord, Jesus Christ continue to bless you”. Apostle Paul prayed. He had had the urge to visit Corinth for a long time to see how the church was doing  and also how Sister Chloe had been faring with the church in her house. Although, he had heard good reports from the brethren who came to visit him in Rome. He was really impressed with the work the Lord was doing through Chloe’s house. The church in her house had increased from twenty to seventy five. “Amen,, Brother Paul, Amen” “I hope you have no challenges whatsoever in conducting the church?” he asked gently, knowing how daunting it could be to be a believer, and how much more for one having a church in her house. “now that you asked, there’s one major issue I would like you to address at our church meeting in two days time. The brethren are divided, as some have been saying “we are on Paul’s side” while some others say “we are of Apollo’s” and another say “we are in the Messiah’s group”. Chloe couldn’t understand why the brethren felt they needed to form camps after all “Jesus and only Jesus is the saviour of all men” “Really, is that so?” Paul asked. That could not be allowed among the brethren, division must not be allowed in the church at all. There is only one saviour and that is Jesus. Thank God he baptized only Crispus, Gaius and Stephanas , before people will begin to say he baptized in his own name hence the need for them to join his camp. Besides, his assignment was to preach not baptize. He knew Apollos would not be happy to hear this at all. He looked kindly at Chloe and assured her the matter would be sorted out at the next gathering of the brethren. After a few more words of exultations, he departed from Chloe’s house.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2899590604905873755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=2899590604905873755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/2899590604905873755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/2899590604905873755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2012/04/chloes-house.html' title='Chloe&#39;s House'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-8291195447308009934</id><published>2012-04-03T05:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-03T05:34:56.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t be damned</title><content type='html'>Romans 14:23  “And he that doubteth is damned if he eat, because he eateth not of faith; for whatsoever is not of faith is sin” Romans 14:23 KJV  As believers, the Bible must be our ultimate guide. The reference scripture is a very profound one. On one hand, it can convict you and on the other hand, it can damn you. It makes us understand that , even though the Bible may not explicitly categorize some things as sins, yet they become sin to us as believers if our conscience condemns us in such acts. The scripture says that, he that eateth out of faith is damned (emphasis mine), and that whatever we do outside of faith is sin. Now for instance, going to a club or clubbing is not a sin if we go by Bible standards, however if as a believer, you doubt that going to a club is edifying or is not a form of presenting your body as a living sacrifice and yet you go, it has become a sin to you. Even if, every other believer go and it is not counted as sin to them. This can also apply to varied practices as far as our sense of dressing as believers. In other not to be damned in what we do, we must weigh our actions if they comply with our faith. If you don’t think something is right ; even if everyone is doing it, then you shouldn’t do it. The Bible says “the just shall live by faith”, and you are the just. Therefore, if you are not sure, if you notice that you are acting in ways inconsistent with what you believe – some days trying to impose your opinion on others, other days just trying to please them- then you know that you are out of line. If the way you live isn’t consistent with what you believe, then its wrong.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/8291195447308009934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=8291195447308009934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/8291195447308009934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/8291195447308009934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2012/04/dont-be-damned.html' title='Don&#39;t be damned'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-1295715214335159711</id><published>2012-04-03T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-03T05:34:07.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend of God</title><content type='html'>“Hello is that the U- Haul Company, I need a driver and a van to come help me move my things from Haran, my name is Mr. Abram” Abram spoke into the receiver. “Where are you moving to?” the official asked I don’t know where I am going; just send me a van first thing in the morning” Abram replied, sounding firm. “What do you mean; you don’t know where you are going? How do you expect us to charge you and by the way, what is your name? the official asked rolling his eyes, who calls a U-Haul company with no destination in mind.  “I am Mr. Abram Terah, as for the cost, that won’t be a problem, just come” Abram was getting impatient with these questions and answers.  “How old are you Mr. Terah?” the name dint ring a bell to him, maybe he was from out of town “I am seventy five years and why is that important?” “Seventy five; oh my God! You must be a senile old man, I bet the place you are moving to is a sanatorium, you had better call the department for veterans, so they come check you into a home for the aged” said the manager mockingly. Abram lost track of thee conversation as he was thinking to himself how he was going to answer Sarai, his Wife when she asked him where they were going, he himself did not know. all he knew was that Yahweh said to him “get thee out of thy country” and without some reasonable explanation, he knew this was urgent and therefore must be immediate. He eventually hung up the phone and walked to the room to face the unpleasant task of telling his wife they were moving. Again!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/1295715214335159711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=1295715214335159711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/1295715214335159711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/1295715214335159711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2012/04/friend-of-god.html' title='Friend of God'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-5070249636639370710</id><published>2012-04-03T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-03T05:33:12.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is not enough</title><content type='html'>What exactly is it about Love? Have you ever truly being in Love, I mean literally swept off your foot and head over heels in love? if yes, then we certainly will all agree that it’s a Beautiful feeling, to love &amp; to be loved in return. Love makes you see the world in different light, you look at people from a different perspective &amp;you handle situations differently.  But come to think of it, after all the fuzzy &amp;butterfly feelings are gone then what next? You suddenly realize that Love is simply not enough. On this basis, we can deduce that Love is truly not a feeling but a Decision, a Decision to love that person against all odds whether the feelings are there or not. Believe me, it only takes a while before the butterflies disappear.  Note that, When I say Love is not enough, I mean just the idea of being in love is not enough to carry one through the years that will be spent together as couples. People will agree with me that after the initial years of Dating, Engagement, Courtship &amp;whatever names we refer to the period before marriage. The  feelings will begin to decline not of will but of necessity ,after all, you &quot;have seen the person finish&quot; ,you are now married, you have children, so what&#39;s the hype, right? Now it’s natural for a couple to begin to grow apart, focusing more on the children &amp;on building careers. And couples just become strange bed fellows. But how can this Love,(remember the fuzziness &amp;butterfly feelings of yester years?)be rekindled?  Below are some ways, although not exhaustive. 1. Write down the reason why you fell in love in the first place and look out for those reasons in your partner. The reason you chose this person instead of others.  2. Take holidays away without the kids. Change your environment.  3. Talk. Talk about the way things are between you.  4. Re watch your wedding videos  5. Visit places of significance to you,like where you met,where you had your first date..etc.  6. Give Gifts  7. Pray to God to help you rekindle your love  No kidding, apply some of these things and watch your relationship or Marriage take a turn around.  But most importantly, be in love, not fall in love( cliché but true). Love is just more than the butterfly feelings. You have to agree with the person you marry, share same values and at least have to 70% things in common and above all make sure you are good friends with your betrothed.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/5070249636639370710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=5070249636639370710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/5070249636639370710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/5070249636639370710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2012/04/love-is-not-enough.html' title='Love is not enough'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-6430819252429465466</id><published>2012-04-03T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-03T05:29:53.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Planted</title><content type='html'>Hello bench warming church goer. Are you a flotsam or a jetsam? No? So why are you going to different churches every Sunday? Can I ask you a question? What are you looking for? You consider yourself a believer, but you have no doctrine you profess. How do you expect to grow when you keep drifting from one church to another? Do you not know that you have to be planted somewhere, become an active member of a local assembly? Have a particular place you pay your offerings, tithes and first fruits. You may be thinking why do you have to be planted; who is going to ask you? Someone will ask you, Christ. If you are not planted spiritually, how do you expect to be planted otherwise? Being planted gives you a sense of belonging, of purpose, of direction. Join a local assembly today and get planted. You will be glad you did. It’s those who are planted that will flourish. Selah!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/6430819252429465466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=6430819252429465466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/6430819252429465466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/6430819252429465466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2012/04/get-planted.html' title='Get Planted'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-3012569393695847942</id><published>2010-04-13T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-01-22T05:43:42.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CENTRE OF GOD&#39;S WORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/S8Sm7f-TPHI/AAAAAAAAADo/-Z9TM0Ga44U/s1600/images.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 102px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/S8Sm7f-TPHI/AAAAAAAAADo/-Z9TM0Ga44U/s320/images.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459672189405183090&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;This is pretty strange how it worked out this way. Even if you are not religious, you should read this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;Q- What is the shortest chapter in the bible?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Psalm 117&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;q- What is the longest chapter in the bible?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;Psalm 119&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;q- Which chapter is in the centre of the bible?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;Psalm 118&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;Facts: there are 594 chapters before psalm 118&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;There are 594 chapters after psalm 118&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Add these numbers up and you get 1188&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;q- What is the centre verse in the bible?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;Psalm 118:8&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;Does this verse say something significant about God’s perfect will for our lives? The next time someone says they would like to find God’s perfect will for their lives&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and that they want to be in the centre of His will, just send them to the centre of His word.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun:yes&quot;&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;Psalm 118:8 “it is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Algerian;&quot;&gt;Now isn’t that odd how this worked out.... Or was God in the centre of it?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;*COPIED*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/3012569393695847942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=3012569393695847942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/3012569393695847942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/3012569393695847942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2010/04/centre-of-gods-word.html' title='THE CENTRE OF GOD&#39;S WORD'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/S8Sm7f-TPHI/AAAAAAAAADo/-Z9TM0Ga44U/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-1968477475135840410</id><published>2010-04-09T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:57:57.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Extent Of Liberty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1st Cor 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patricia was a big time fan of Danielle steel’s novels, she had been reading them since s. s 1 and now she was in 400 level! she had read over twenty of the books and still had some unread ones on her shelf. She had also just become the minister in charge of new converts in her campus fellowship; there was this particular 100 level convert – Anna,  who really liked Pat and always looked up to her for advice.&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon, Anna came to visit Pat in the hostel and saw all the Danielle’s collection, Anna was surprised and felt Pat should not be reading such books, according to Anna, they were worldly books and were not good for Christians because they dint talk about God. Initially Pat thought to tell the Girl that they were books she read for leisure and were not harmful to her, but one look at Anna’s sad face made her remember 1st Cor 8, remembered she was minister in charge of new converts and besides she had nothing to lose if she stopped reading D. S novels so that this girl in front of her would not lose her salvation and with all those thoughts, she looked at Anna and promised not to read the books again if it will make her feel better. She was rewarded with a smile and a huge bear hug.&lt;br /&gt;As christains, we are free in Christ- free to engage in social practices and customs not specifically forbidden by Biblical commands. Yet the Holy Spirit may prompt us to refrain from some legitimate practices. The principle of Love must take precedence over the principle of liberty. A mature christain will heed the “extent of liberty” sign to keep from causing a weaker believer to have a serious accident.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/1968477475135840410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=1968477475135840410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/1968477475135840410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/1968477475135840410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2010/04/extent-of-liberty.html' title='The Extent Of Liberty'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-2843939152658081123</id><published>2010-04-09T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:56:37.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance Is Deadly</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rom 8:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The morning was cool as the police officers-Corporal Poverty, Sergeant Sickness and Inspector Death resumed work at Interstate 72-that is the boundary between the state of the “Law of Sin and Death” and the state of the “Law of Spirit of Life” where they were assigned to torment all the citizens of the state of the “Law of Sin and Death” and to ensure that the code luke8:12 passed by the heavenly court did not not take effect.&lt;br /&gt;This particular morning however, they was rumour that Christ was in town and they were just wondering how true it was when a car with the plate number “saved” drove towards the boundary. Poverty quickly signalled for the car to stop and was baffled to see two of their senior citizens in the car. What could they be doing in the car with saved, he wondered, after all they were still seen exercising code Gal5:19-21 a few days back. The officers were even more surprised when the citizens looked them in the eyes and showed them the pass code Heb2:14-15. The officers looked in shock as the car sped away, it must be that Christ in town, and something must be done, Death picked the phone and called the head quarters and informed them of what just happened, the only solution was to send their chief officer- Ignorance after them and see if he could rob the citizens of their privileges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The citizens from the state of the “Law of Sin and Death” had settled down in their new state, the state of the Law of Spirit of Life and were now known as Believer A and Believer B. A joined a living church and had code Eph1:17-18 entrenched in him and he was able to outwit Ignorance who wanted to rob him of code Eph1:3&lt;br /&gt;Believer B found it hard to adjust and was seriously entangled with Ignorance, who did not allow him realize codes Eph1:7 and Eph:4:14 and because of this Ignorance, Officers Sickness, Death and Poverty from the state of the “Law of Sin and Death” still controlled B’s life though he was now a citizen of the state of the “Law of Spirit of Life”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2843939152658081123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=2843939152658081123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/2843939152658081123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/2843939152658081123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2010/04/ignorance-is-deadly.html' title='Ignorance Is Deadly'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-6526085586084783046</id><published>2009-10-30T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-01-22T05:44:04.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY OPINION OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;Why you are born and why you are living depend entirely on what you are getting out of this world and what you are giving to it* I cannot prove that there is a balance of mathematical perfection, but my own observation of life leads me to conclusion that there is a very real relationship, both quantitatively and qualitatively between what you &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6666;&quot;&gt;Contribute&lt;/span&gt; and what you get out of this world* Life cannot subsist in society but by &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff00;&quot;&gt;Reciprocal Concessions&lt;/span&gt;* Give what you have* To someone it may be better than you dare think*This to me is LIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. *COPIED*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/6526085586084783046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=6526085586084783046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/6526085586084783046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/6526085586084783046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-opinion-of-life.html' title='MY OPINION OF LIFE'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-650232848596986651</id><published>2009-10-29T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-01-22T05:44:24.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NOVEL FOR YOU</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers, i am bringing for your reading pleasure a complete read by Terri Reed-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yuletide peril.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yuletide Peril&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.eharlequin.com/author.html?authorid=1115&quot;&gt;Terri Reed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha Grant can’t deny she has feelings for her boss—handsome, successful, charismatic sports agent Jonathan Spangler. But she’d never compromise her integrity or her job as his personal assistant by becoming involved with the playboy millionaire. Her sense of professionalism and her strong faith in God will let her settle for nothing less than a true, lasting love, and Jon is clearly enjoying his life as one of Boston’s most eligible bachelors.&lt;br /&gt;But when a man crashes the company Christmas party claiming to have life-or-death information about her estranged sister, Tabby is forced to turn to Jon for help. And Jon is forced to face his true feelings for his assistant, and reexamine his own faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff9900;&quot;&gt;just click on a number to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Chapter:&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.eharlequin.com/articlepage.html?articleId=1437&amp;amp;chapter=1&quot;&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.eharlequin.com/articlepage.html?articleId=1437&amp;amp;chapter=2&quot;&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.eharlequin.com/articlepage.html?articleId=1437&amp;amp;chapter=3&quot;&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.eharlequin.com/articlepage.html?articleId=1437&amp;amp;chapter=4&quot;&gt;4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.eharlequin.com/articlepage.html?articleId=1437&amp;amp;chapter=5&quot;&gt;5&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.eharlequin.com/articlepage.html?articleId=1437&amp;amp;chapter=6&quot;&gt;6&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.eharlequin.com/articlepage.html?articleId=1437&amp;amp;chapter=7&quot;&gt;7&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.eharlequin.com/articlepage.html?articleId=1437&amp;amp;chapter=8&quot;&gt;8&lt;/a&gt;*COPIED*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/650232848596986651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=650232848596986651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/650232848596986651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/650232848596986651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-readers-i-am-bringing-for-your.html' title='A NOVEL FOR YOU'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-1028543407058451280</id><published>2009-10-28T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-01-22T05:46:36.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IS THIS TRUE WITH YOU TOO???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SuhXWoWdBLI/AAAAAAAAADI/xVyu8UTiOSg/s1600-h/images%5B11%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397660199703872690&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SuhXWoWdBLI/AAAAAAAAADI/xVyu8UTiOSg/s320/images%5B11%5D.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffcc66;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;A brand new store has just opened in New York City that sells Husbands.&lt;br /&gt;When women go to choose a husband, they have to follow the instructions at the entrance:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You may visit this store &lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY ONCE&lt;/strong&gt;!&quot;&lt;/span&gt; There are 6 floors and the value of the products increase as you ascend the flights. You may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;go back down except to exit the building! So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.&lt;br /&gt;On the 1st floor the sign on the door reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff6600;&quot;&gt;FLOORS 1- THESE MEN HAVE JOBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The 2nd floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#9999ff;&quot;&gt;FLOORS 2 - THESE MEN HAVE JOBS AND LOVE KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The 3rd floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#009900;&quot;&gt;FLOORS 3 -THESE MEN HAVE JOBS, LOVE KIDS AND ARE EXTREMELY GOOD LOOKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&quot;Wow,&quot; she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the 4th floor and the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#996633;&quot;&gt;FLOORS 4 - THESE MEN HAVE JOBS, LOVE KIDS, ARE DROP-DEAD GOOD LOOKING AND HELP WITH HOUSEWORK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&quot;Oh, mercy me!&quot; she exclaims, &quot;I can hardly stand it!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she goes to the 5th floor and sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffff33;&quot;&gt;FLOOR 5 - THESE MEN HAVE JOBS, LOVE KIDS, ARE DROP-DEAD GORGEOUS, HELP WITH HOUSEWORK AND HAVE A STRONG ROMANTIC STREAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the 6th floor and the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#ffccff;&quot;&gt;FLOOR 6 - YOU ARE VISITOR 31,456,012 TO THIS FLOOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.&lt;br /&gt;To avoid gender bias charges, the store&#39;s owner opens a New Wives store just across the street.&lt;br /&gt;The 1st floor has wives that love sex.&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd floor has wives that love sex and have money.&lt;br /&gt;THE 3RD THROUGH 6TH FLOORS HAVE NEVER BEEN VISITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; *COPIED*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/1028543407058451280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=1028543407058451280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/1028543407058451280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/1028543407058451280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-this-true-with-you-too.html' title='IS THIS TRUE WITH YOU TOO???'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SuhXWoWdBLI/AAAAAAAAADI/xVyu8UTiOSg/s72-c/images%5B11%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-6350128069189812043</id><published>2009-10-23T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:38:25.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SuHYLBiqYRI/AAAAAAAAADA/k2U-2mTytY4/s1600-h/IMG_148.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395831512470544658&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SuHYLBiqYRI/AAAAAAAAADA/k2U-2mTytY4/s320/IMG_148.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/6350128069189812043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=6350128069189812043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/6350128069189812043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/6350128069189812043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SuHYLBiqYRI/AAAAAAAAADA/k2U-2mTytY4/s72-c/IMG_148.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-3121615926801224415</id><published>2009-10-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-01-22T05:45:00.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASED TO MEET YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we are introduced to someone new we smile, shake hands, tell them our name and say “pleased to meet you”, even before they have done anything  for us. It is this kind of simple acknowledgement that God expects when we come to Him. It naturally pleases Him when we greet Him openly, recognize His goodness and believe He has our best interests at heart. This in essence is FAITH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*COPIED*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/3121615926801224415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=3121615926801224415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/3121615926801224415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/3121615926801224415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2009/10/pleased-to-meet-you.html' title='PLEASED TO MEET YOU'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-4005581508355362641</id><published>2009-10-08T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-01-22T05:45:44.127-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Tips"/><title type='text'>MAGAZINE PUBLISHING TIPS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/Ss2XolT5T-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/QqX8gE0AzoE/s1600-h/Koala.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390131052498472930&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/Ss2XolT5T-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/QqX8gE0AzoE/s320/Koala.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;&quot;&gt;I frequently meet people who are thinking of starting a new newsletter or magazine. Often such people spend most of their time worrying about how their publication will LOOK, not how it will SELL. Sadly, more than two-thirds of new publications started by first-time publishers flop within a few months. Luckily, there are some simple steps you can take to increase the odds that your own publishing ideas will succeed.&lt;br&gt;1. Concentrate on markets that you know very well.&lt;br&gt;For a small publisher with limited resources, the best strategy is to stick to a market you already understand very well. If you really know what you&#39;re talking about, then your publication is probably going to be useful to its readers. In addition, you&#39;ll find it easier to manage your publishing business if you have a deep connection to your field.&lt;br&gt;2. Listen to your readers and advertisers and develop products responsive to their needs.&lt;br&gt;The worst mistake people make is this: They concentrate on what they want to WRITE, not on what their audience wants to READ. Of course, great communicators listen as well as they speak. So, give your customers plenty of opportunities to tell you what they think. For example, use fax-back polls or e-mail to solicit their comments and suggestions. And study the information habits of your audience before you design your publication.&lt;br&gt;3. Aim for readers who have continuing information needs.&lt;br&gt;It takes money to find new readers and earn their trust, so look for people who will need you years from now as much as they need you today. Within every subject area, there are people with transient needs and people who remain interested for the long haul. For example, you can concentrate on divorce lawyers not individuals going through a divorce.&lt;br&gt;4. Get help from experienced people.&lt;br&gt;The quicker you learn the publishing trade, the sooner you can expect to succeed. Experienced people can help you learn quickly. Sometimes, you can get excellent advice for free from people right in front of you like your printer or your banker. If you come across someone you respect, don&#39;t be shy about asking them for business suggestions. And as soon as you can afford to do it, hire people with publishing experience to advise you.&lt;br&gt;5. Adopt good ideas whenever you find them.&lt;br&gt;In other words, don&#39;t reinvent the printing press. Study other publications and get to know other publishers. One fast way to master the business is to study what&#39;s already working for other publishers. For example, collect media kits from other magazines or renewal promotion letters from other newsletters and see if you can borrow some good tactics from them.&lt;br&gt;6. Befriend influential people in your market and ask them to support your publication.&lt;br&gt;Key people in your field can support you in many ways: sharing their thoughts in a column or interview, introducing you to their colleagues, or simply helping you understand trends and new developments. Reach out to them!&lt;br&gt;7. Study the results of your actions.&lt;br&gt;Especially if you are new to publishing, you&#39;re learn much more quickly if you keep track of what you&#39;re doing so that you can concentrate your efforts where you are most effective. Code your subscription order forms, for example, so that you can see which direct mail letter or advertisement produces the most orders. Then concentrate your money on the top producers.&lt;br&gt;8. Be prepared for change.&lt;br&gt;Save some of your resources for the proverbial rainy day, and always consider alternative strategies ahead of time because the one thing you can count on is change. New competitors will come along, readers will change their reading habits, and your organization will continually evolve. Many inexperienced publishers lock themselves into a single strategy and they fall apart when their circumstances change. For example, can you keep publishing even if a key editorial contributor decides to quit?&lt;br&gt;9. Look for ancillary profit opportunities.&lt;br&gt;Once you&#39;ve got a trusting relationship with advertisers and subscribers, look for add-on or spin-off products you can sell to the same customers. Many publication make most of their profits from special reports, seminars, books, videos and other ancillary products.&lt;br&gt;10. Plan well before you leap into print.&lt;br&gt;Publications are relatively easy to launch but hard to maintain. Make sure you&#39;ve chosen a subject that you care about and that you&#39;re suited to a publisher&#39;s lifestyle. The best insurance is to do a lot of homework before you launch — learn as much as you can about publishing, study your audience and your competitors, and carefully define your own goals and aspirations. Don&#39;t go forward until you&#39;ve got a long-term plan you can live with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;color:#99ff99;&quot;&gt;Culled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; *COPIED*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/4005581508355362641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=4005581508355362641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/4005581508355362641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/4005581508355362641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2009/10/magazine-publishing-tips.html' title='MAGAZINE PUBLISHING TIPS.'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/Ss2XolT5T-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/QqX8gE0AzoE/s72-c/Koala.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-5960825809352749958</id><published>2009-10-08T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-01-22T05:45:27.757-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Tips"/><title type='text'>QUALITIES OF A GREAT WRITER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/Ss2VzC83dLI/AAAAAAAAACw/eaf1mEyPuCY/s1600-h/Penguins.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390129033230382258&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/Ss2VzC83dLI/AAAAAAAAACw/eaf1mEyPuCY/s320/Penguins.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt;1.     Try to get the reader&#39;s attention immediately with whatever you write.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt; 2.       Can hold the reader&#39;s interest all the way to the end.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt;3.       Know how to clean out unnecessary verbiage, clichés, trite expressions, and meaningless dialogue.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt;4.       Know how to &quot;show&quot; through words without saying.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt; 5.       Always make the reader think, even after they have walked away from what you&#39;ve written.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt;6.       The imagination to make even ordinary ideas new and to express those ideas in a new way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt; 7.       Dedicated and persevering with every piece you write- no matter how long or short.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt;8.       A love for writing and reading.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt; 9.       Self motivation to write every day.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt;10.   Great attention to detail in the world around you.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt;Now that you know these 10 qualities of a great writer, you can make your own decision about whether or not you have these qualities. If you want to be a great writer, you need to be sure that you have the qualities that will help you be successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; *COPIED*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/5960825809352749958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=5960825809352749958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/5960825809352749958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/5960825809352749958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2009/10/qualities-of-great-writer.html' title='QUALITIES OF A GREAT WRITER.'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/Ss2VzC83dLI/AAAAAAAAACw/eaf1mEyPuCY/s72-c/Penguins.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-6324712015256576285</id><published>2009-09-17T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:30:48.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SrJxZUDU9NI/AAAAAAAAACg/FVG-oY_DReE/s1600-h/Birthday+Gal.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382489184354497746&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SrJxZUDU9NI/AAAAAAAAACg/FVG-oY_DReE/s320/Birthday+Gal.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new;&quot;&gt;wow,i celebrated my 22nd birthday recently and i was thunking back on how far God has brought me.yea i may not av all i desire but you know what?I THANK GOD FOR THE GIFT OF LIFE,FOR MY 5SENSES.GOD BE PRAISED.AND ALL I CAN SAY IS next year will be BETTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/6324712015256576285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=6324712015256576285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/6324712015256576285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/6324712015256576285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-birthday.html' title='MY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SrJxZUDU9NI/AAAAAAAAACg/FVG-oY_DReE/s72-c/Birthday+Gal.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-7385470039744967467</id><published>2009-09-17T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:25:25.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>owanbe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SrJwBa5hVfI/AAAAAAAAACY/AYPw-Y5Nu5E/s1600-h/Dee%26Tee.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382487674363926002&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SrJwBa5hVfI/AAAAAAAAACY/AYPw-Y5Nu5E/s320/Dee%26Tee.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who does not know that the yoruba people love &quot;OWANBE&quot;?in every party you go for,be on the lookout for their conspicous &quot;geles&quot; and make sure u dont sit behind them or else.....lol&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/7385470039744967467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=7385470039744967467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/7385470039744967467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/7385470039744967467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2009/09/owanbe.html' title='owanbe'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SrJwBa5hVfI/AAAAAAAAACY/AYPw-Y5Nu5E/s72-c/Dee%26Tee.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-1580614345446982385</id><published>2009-07-19T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-01-22T05:44:42.379-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life"/><title type='text'>THE BELIEVER&#39;S HANDBOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has blessed us wit ul spiritual blessins in heavenly places.Every promise of God 2us is as gud as money in d bank as long as we ll claim it by faith.JST lyk we write checks against an account at d bank.But our spiritual account unlike our bank account has no limits becos it&#39;s d wealth of God dat we r drawin frm.Unlike d world&#39;s philosophy of wealth which is&quot;Get all u CAN CAN all u get&amp;amp;Sit on d CAN&quot;God has given ur both spiritual&amp;amp;physical possessions,nt 4our own selfish pursuit or purpose but To &quot;The Praise Of His Glorious Grace&quot;(Eph 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*COPIED*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/1580614345446982385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=1580614345446982385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/1580614345446982385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/1580614345446982385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2009/07/believers-handbook.html' title='THE BELIEVER&#39;S HANDBOOK'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-9053775648774963263</id><published>2009-07-19T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:31:02.826-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blessed Be God"/><title type='text'>I WOULD RATHER BE CHASED GY GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SmNJ3VQiG4I/AAAAAAAAACI/eUtSC4CSFRg/s1600-h/4228_1077601271406_1567477639_30280336_7860177_n%5B1%5D.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360209196449143682&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SmNJ3VQiG4I/AAAAAAAAACI/eUtSC4CSFRg/s320/4228_1077601271406_1567477639_30280336_7860177_n%5B1%5D.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days i&#39;m experiencing an upliftin lyk never before,services av jst gotten better&amp;amp;indeed i am on d justified path that gets better.A lot of people want 2b a God chaser but i&#39;ld rather be chased by God.Wow!wont dat b awesome?but how do i become Chased by God,som ask??:-*My Pastor,Pastor Dele gave this simple answer,2b chased by God -BE A WORSHIPPER.u ld be suprised how many ppl God ll bypass 2get to u.Yes U!Africans r Designed for WorshipSelahFor more...come to THE BAPTIZING CHURCH.Top Rank Hotels Annex Sundays 8am and 10am&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/9053775648774963263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=9053775648774963263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/9053775648774963263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/9053775648774963263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-rather-be-chased-gy-god.html' title='I WOULD RATHER BE CHASED GY GOD'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DhZ-ANYXL-c/SmNJ3VQiG4I/AAAAAAAAACI/eUtSC4CSFRg/s72-c/4228_1077601271406_1567477639_30280336_7860177_n%5B1%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-8277614010986482853</id><published>2009-03-15T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:34:42.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi,yea i know its bein such a long tym.i joined facebook today.praise God</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/8277614010986482853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=8277614010986482853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/8277614010986482853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/8277614010986482853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2009/03/hiyea-i-know-its-bein-such-long-tym.html' title=''/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688572504358780123.post-1818489381291087333</id><published>2008-07-25T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-01-22T05:46:19.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE VIRTOUS WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A WOMAN OF INFLUENCE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc66cc;&quot;&gt;Prov 31:10 - 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of the proverb describes a virtous woman who leads her home with integrity ,discipline and giftedness. This wife and mother is a leader not because she tries to be one , but because of who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;HER ASSETS&lt;/span&gt;                                                                &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;HER ATTITUDES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SHE IS TRUSTWORHTY (V.11)                          -DELIGHTFUL(V.13)&lt;br /&gt;-SHE IS A POSITIVE INFLUENCE( V.12)       -HEALTHY (V.18)&lt;br /&gt;-SHE IS A HARD WORKER(V.13-27)                 -COMPASSIONATE (V.20)&lt;br /&gt;-SHE IS A PLANNER (V.21-22)                           -UNSELFISH (V.20)&lt;br /&gt;-SHE IS PROTECTIVE (V.27)                             -PUBLIC (V.25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER ACHIEVEMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SHE MEETS THE NEEDS OF HER HOME (V.15)&lt;br /&gt;-SHE INVESTS FOR HER HOUSEHOLD (V.16)&lt;br /&gt;-SHE KEEPS HERSELF IN SHAPE (V.17)&lt;br /&gt;-SHE HELPS HER HUSBAND BECOME SUCCESFUL (V.23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER APPLAUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FROM HER FAMILY (V.28)&lt;br /&gt;-FROM HER HUSBAND (V.28-29)&lt;br /&gt;-FROM GOD’S (V.30)&lt;br /&gt;-FROM HER WORKS (V.31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *COPIED*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/feeds/1818489381291087333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3688572504358780123&amp;postID=1818489381291087333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/1818489381291087333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688572504358780123/posts/default/1818489381291087333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omotee.blogspot.com/2008/07/virtous-woman.html' title='THE VIRTOUS WOMAN'/><author><name>Tee Olat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10718577507042564460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f6NB_Qp2vno/UcR4kgTjX9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/oVf_V63q8cA/s220/image.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>