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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AGRH87cCp7ImA9WhRbF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835800842195788785</id><updated>2012-02-09T01:28:45.108-08:00</updated><title>One Day at a Time: The Life of a USMC Wife</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835800842195788785/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>HH6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02806362170244764347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="19" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLd4gr6c5BA/Sn4u-ctsZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KxSs-yZqYs0/S220/13.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/OneDayAtATimeTheLifeOfAUsmcWife" /><feedburner:info uri="onedayatatimethelifeofausmcwife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AGRH86cCp7ImA9WhRbF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835800842195788785.post-1971405659507968328</id><published>2012-02-09T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T01:28:45.118-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T01:28:45.118-08:00</app:edited><title>Random Thoughts</title><content type="html">Ok so I know it's been a while since I have posted anything. &amp;nbsp;Sorry about that. &amp;nbsp;I'm currently going through a very hard trial in my life. &lt;br /&gt;
I've been attending a life group the past few weeks that have helped me to open up to others and to also allow the Holy Spirit to really remold me. &amp;nbsp;My plan is not his plan. &amp;nbsp;Instead of being the leader over the holy spirit I need to be a follower. &amp;nbsp;You see I tend to be like a nagging wife. &amp;nbsp;Saying things like this: &amp;nbsp;"But God your word says this....so you must do this..."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So everyweek I come home after group and it's all silence. &amp;nbsp;Complete silence. &amp;nbsp;My son is in bed so it's just me listening to the peaceful sounds of the fish tank. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few days earlier God reminded me of a wish I asked for. &amp;nbsp;I said, "God use me to do your will". &amp;nbsp;Wow He sure has answered that prayer. &amp;nbsp;Of course it's not been in the way I imagined it would be. &amp;nbsp;Do you ever think God please help me. &amp;nbsp;How many of us want the full glory of God to come upon us but they pull slightly back and say stop that's too much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-1971405659507968328?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I really love putting up fall decor as well. &amp;nbsp;There is something renewing about fall leaves to me. &amp;nbsp;The beautiful transformation leaves make is just so dang pretty. &amp;nbsp;I am a creature who loves and even craves change so maybe that is another reason why I really love fall. &amp;nbsp;To me it's just another leg of the journey but change brings a new opportunity to be better for God. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today I got a request to post my famous pumpkin bread recipe as well. &amp;nbsp;I'm really looking forward to making it. &amp;nbsp;I make it a lot during the fall months. &amp;nbsp;Not only does it taste yummy but it makes your whole house smell so good. &amp;nbsp;To me scents of fall like cinnamon, cloves, and pumpkin are so very comforting.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without further ado. &amp;nbsp;I present the best pumpkin bread recipe ever!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bella Pumpkin Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3 cups white sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2/3 cup water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 teaspoons baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1 teaspoon ground allspice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 teaspoons salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1 teaspoon ground nutmeg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1 teaspoon ground saigon cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground cloves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1 (15 ounce) can pumpkin puree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1 cup vegetable oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;ol style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: decimal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 16px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 16px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="plaincharacterwrap break" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease and flour two 7 x 3 inch loaf pans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="plaincharacterwrap break" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;Mix oil, sugar, and eggs together in a large bowl. Mix in pumpkin puree and water. Stir together flour, soda, baking powder, salt, and spices. Add to the pumpkin mixture, and mix until just combined. Divide batter into prepared pans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="plaincharacterwrap break" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;Bake 50 minutes to 1 hour. Cool on wire racks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
-Luke 18:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;However, during dinner while my son was physically dissatisfied with what I made for him I realized something. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure when God asks me to do something or directs me in a direction that I don't want to do, I act exactly like my son. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure I throw temper tantrums screaming, "No, no I don't want to" or "but why do I have to". &amp;nbsp; Sure we might be tired when God asks us to do something but He expects us to obey Him, after all, He first loved us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I can't expect my son to obey me without first obeying my heavenly Father. &amp;nbsp;I must be the example otherwise I'm just a dictator. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the people said to Joshua, “We will serve the LORD our God and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;obey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;him.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Joshua 24:24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I realized I have no control over the situation so I just started praying for all the families. &amp;nbsp;Then I asked for prayer at the meeting for all the families who lost someone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm still not able to talk about it without crying but hearing how confident some of the men were in their lives, specifically their Christian walk, is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The EOD tech that died was a local to where I live so his life and family is all over the news. &amp;nbsp;He is apart of our military family and my heart just breaks for them. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It just makes you realize how precious life is and it makes me re-evaluate how I am spending my time. &amp;nbsp;God Bless our Troops!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Greater love has no one than this: to&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;lay&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;down&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;one’s&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;life&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;for one’s friends.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="keywordresultextras"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John+15:12-14&amp;amp;version=NIV" style="color: #651300; text-decoration: none;"&gt;John 15:12-14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Ok so getting to the point and my disinterest in many purses. &amp;nbsp;It got me thinking. &amp;nbsp;Why do I feel I need the purse I have. &amp;nbsp;Mine had to be big enough to told a few things and to be comfortable. &amp;nbsp;Then it dawned on me all this is, is unnecessary baggage I'm carrying around which I know I don't NEED. &amp;nbsp;It's just something I want or things I feel I should have as a woman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lately I've been getting rid of a lot of things in our house that serve no purpose other than to attrack dust. &amp;nbsp;I think the less you have the better you feel. &amp;nbsp;Interesting feelings don't you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-1050784793570295223?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I know God tells me I don't need to have fear. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I forget and it's hard to remind myself to just sit down and pray or to read my bible instead of having a panic attack. &amp;nbsp;Thanks to another Marine Wife... I read Psalm 69 last night which really is how I've been feeling. &amp;nbsp;I need to always remember to praise God in all that is going on. &amp;nbsp;He hears my cries for help even if I don't think He is moving as fast as I would like to change certain situations. &amp;nbsp;Like a loving father He protects me from things I can't see and guides me to where I need to be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14937" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Save me, O God,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for the waters have come up to my neck.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14938" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I sink in the miry depths,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;where there is no foothold.&lt;br /&gt;
I have come into the deep waters;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the floods engulf me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14939" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am worn out calling for help;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my throat is parched.&lt;br /&gt;
My eyes fail,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;looking for my God.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14940" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Those who hate me without reason&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;outnumber the hairs of my head;&lt;br /&gt;
many are my enemies without cause,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;those who seek to destroy me.&lt;br /&gt;
I am forced to restore&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;what I did not steal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14941" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;You, God, know my folly;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my guilt is not hidden from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14942" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lord, the LORD Almighty,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;may those who hope in you&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;not be disgraced because of me;&lt;br /&gt;
God of Israel,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;may those who seek you&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;not be put to shame because of me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14943" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;For I endure scorn for your sake,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and shame covers my face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14944" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am a foreigner to my own family,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a stranger to my own mother’s children;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14945" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;for zeal for your house consumes me,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and the insults of those who insult you fall on me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14946" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;When I weep and fast,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I must endure scorn;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14947" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;when I put on sackcloth,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;people make sport of me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14948" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Those who sit at the gate mock me,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and I am the song of the drunkards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14949" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;But I pray to you, LORD,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in the time of your favor;&lt;br /&gt;
in your great love, O God,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;answer me with your sure salvation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14950" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rescue me from the mire,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;do not let me sink;&lt;br /&gt;
deliver me from those who hate me,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;from the deep waters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14951" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do not let the floodwaters engulf me&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;or the depths swallow me up&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;or the pit close its mouth over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14952" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Answer me, LORD, out of the goodness of your love;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in your great mercy turn to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14953" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do not hide your face from your servant;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;answer me quickly, for I am in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14954" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Come near and rescue me;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;deliver me because of my foes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14955" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know how I am scorned, disgraced and shamed;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;all my enemies are before you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14956" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Scorn has broken my heart&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and has left me helpless;&lt;br /&gt;
I looked for sympathy, but there was none,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for comforters, but I found none.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14957" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;They put gall in my food&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and gave me vinegar for my thirst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14958" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;May the table set before them become a snare;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;may it become retribution and&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-14958b&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote b&amp;quot;&amp;gt;b&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%2069&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-14958b" style="color: #651300; text-decoration: none;" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;a trap.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14959" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;May their eyes be darkened so they cannot see,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and their backs be bent forever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14960" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pour out your wrath on them;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;let your fierce anger overtake them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14961" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;May their place be deserted;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;let there be no one to dwell in their tents.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14962" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;For they persecute those you wound&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and talk about the pain of those you hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14963" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Charge them with crime upon crime;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;do not let them share in your salvation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14964" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;28&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;May they be blotted out of the book of life&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and not be listed with the righteous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14965" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;29&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;But as for me, afflicted and in pain—&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;may your salvation, God, protect me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14966" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;30&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will praise God’s name in song&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and glorify him with thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14967" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;31&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;This will please the LORD more than an ox,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;more than a bull with its horns and hooves.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14968" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;32&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The poor will see and be glad—&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you who seek God, may your hearts live!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14969" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;33&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The LORD hears the needy&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and does not despise his captive people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14970" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;34&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let heaven and earth praise him,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the seas and all that move in them,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14971" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;35&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;for God will save Zion&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and rebuild the cities of Judah.&lt;br /&gt;
Then people will settle there and possess it;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14972" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;36&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;the children of his servants will inherit it,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and those who love his name will dwell there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I was saved 7 years ago but I still find myself fine tuning what I want to seep into my mind. &amp;nbsp;My husband and I have a different idea of who God is, so we tend to bump heads when it comes to picking funny movies. &amp;nbsp;I was just looking at a bunch of new movies, what netflix calls "comedies". &amp;nbsp;I must say I was offended at most of these movies. &amp;nbsp;I know some people just think I'm a prude but really I just don't agree with going out to get drunk and sleep with other men. &amp;nbsp;Why would I watch something like that on tv. &amp;nbsp;It really makes me feel sick. &amp;nbsp;On another side of comedy all I find is people making fun of others. &amp;nbsp;Seriously that is called being a bully. &amp;nbsp;I use to think that was funny but lately God has been putting this on my heart to write about all of this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So this is my question to you.....what makes you laugh?? &amp;nbsp;Movies?? &amp;nbsp;TV??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-7239711547024848204?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Lately this has been on my mind. &amp;nbsp;To be perfectly honest I think way too much about my desires of the flesh. &amp;nbsp;I have a lot of moments of prayer that goes something like, "God what about me, me, ME. &amp;nbsp;When do I get a break. &amp;nbsp;But, what about ME."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being a military wife I think you get use to getting pushed to the back burner (by other people) because you are so busy trying to take care of everyone else. &amp;nbsp;Then the insanity hits you. &amp;nbsp;Holding down the homefront is a BIG job. &amp;nbsp;I often get mad at other people because they are living in the same town they grew up in and have a husband home every night. &amp;nbsp;They complain that they need a break because just a few hours alone with their kids push them to the edge. &amp;nbsp;I sometimes just want to laugh because I go months without a break. &amp;nbsp;If you are a military wife I know you "get it". &amp;nbsp;Even when our husbands are home they aren't. &amp;nbsp;It's frustrating a lot of times. &amp;nbsp;I know full well how important my husbands job is and I'm grateful he has such a deep passion for it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For me it's a leap of faith to trust other people and to "leap" from one circumstance to another trusting God. &amp;nbsp;Yes I said it. &amp;nbsp;I know we all like to think we totally trust God 100% but we don't. &amp;nbsp;Otherwise we wouldn't have health issues like stress or anxiety. &amp;nbsp;I have intentions of totally trusting God but then there is this nasty thing called Satan. &amp;nbsp;He likes to trip us up and feed us lies. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The past few weeks my Pastor has been speaking about the Psalms. &amp;nbsp;If I could sum up the Psalms in one word it would be beauty. &amp;nbsp;I think it's beautiful how we can look at the Psalms in times of want, trouble, or praise and come away feeling more connected to God. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it's because Psalm 139 literally saved my life. &amp;nbsp;I was so unhappy with who I was years ago that I just wanted to end my life. &amp;nbsp;That was until I took the leap of faith and asked God to guide me to a passage to let me know He was there. &amp;nbsp;My life was forever changed from that moment on. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So yes I can choose to have a pity party or I can choose to open my Bible and see what God wants me to know today. &amp;nbsp;Our faith can't grow if we don't study the bible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 139&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16241" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;You have searched me, LORD,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and you know me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16242" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know when I sit and when I rise;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you perceive my thoughts from afar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16243" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;You discern my going out and my lying down;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you are familiar with all my ways.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16244" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Before a word is on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you, LORD, know it completely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16245" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;You hem me in behind and before,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and you lay your hand upon me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16246" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;too lofty for me to attain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16247" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Where can I go from your Spirit?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Where can I flee from your presence?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16248" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;If I go up to the heavens, you are there;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16249" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;If I rise on the wings of the dawn,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;if I settle on the far side of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16250" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;even there your hand will guide me,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;your right hand will hold me fast.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16251" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and the light become night around me,”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16252" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;even the darkness will not be dark to you;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the night will shine like the day,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for darkness is as light to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16253" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;For you created my inmost being;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you knit me together in my mother’s womb.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16254" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;your works are wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know that full well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16255" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;My frame was not hidden from you&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;when I was made in the secret place,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16256" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Your eyes saw my unformed body;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;all the days ordained for me were written in your book&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;before one of them came to be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16257" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;How precious to me are your thoughts,&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: 0.5em; vertical-align: text-top;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-16257a&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;a&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+139&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-16257a" style="color: #651300; text-decoration: none;" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;God!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How vast is the sum of them!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16258" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Were I to count them,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;they would outnumber the grains of sand—&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;when I awake, I am still with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16259" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;If only you, God, would slay the wicked!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16260" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;They speak of you with evil intent;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;your adversaries misuse your name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16261" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do I not hate those who hate you, LORD,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and abhor those who are in rebellion against you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16262" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have nothing but hatred for them;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I count them my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16263" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Search me, God, and know my heart;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;test me and know my anxious thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16264" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;See if there is any offensive way in me,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and lead me in the way everlasting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
God has blessed me with a wonderful passion for military wives. &amp;nbsp;Over the past year HE has put some ideas on my heart and with the earthquake and tsunami in Japan along with all the other natural disasters it's helped to see His will more clearly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We can experience some tough storms in our life but we can choose to think "how is God molding me" through this process. &amp;nbsp;We focus so much on the end game but God enjoys the process. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The storms I see in the world have helped me to know I MUST start this website. &amp;nbsp;I know I need help from other military wives as well. &amp;nbsp;God has given me the idea but I need YOUR help too. &amp;nbsp;Allow God to mold you into who you are meant to be. &amp;nbsp;This site is all about encouraging other military wives. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lots of great info is already up and we will continue to have more resources and articles.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
www.&lt;a href="http://thehh6life.com/"&gt;thehh6life.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The link to our Facebook page is also on there!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #848484; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. ~Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-505374594635703648?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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-Gardening&lt;br /&gt;
-Composting&lt;br /&gt;
-Canning&lt;br /&gt;
-Sewing&lt;br /&gt;
-Crafts&lt;br /&gt;
-Survival Preparedness&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It can be a simple how-to article or something more specific depending on your passions. &amp;nbsp;Please send me a message or comment below with questions or if you are interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-6775586256394291544?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Ok I was more angered than surprised. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I'm the only one but I felt this way but I thought why would you put out some fake 'gag' memo warning people about zombie's or the day of rapture. &amp;nbsp;Seriously that is not something to joke about in my opinion. &amp;nbsp;It may be my extreme Italian side of me showing but I take offense when someone makes fun of my Jesus or about the day He WILL return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Bible teaches us we do not know the exact day of His return. &amp;nbsp;It could be tomorrow or much later down the road. &amp;nbsp;The only thing we know of for sure is that He WILL return. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't understand the interest in zombies or vampires. &amp;nbsp;What I do know is that we were created to worship and we have to be careful what exactly we are worshipping. &amp;nbsp;I find a lot of young people are worshipping people like Lady Gaga instead of our heavenly Father. &amp;nbsp;We need to show them that worshipping our heavenly Father will fill that emptiness...nothing else can fill that void.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-5482209896749337436?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
It involves some of my greatest passions God has given me and I'm excited to share it with everyone else. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-2042112934248397266?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
It's sometimes hard not to think about the wrong in the world or what is not going right. &amp;nbsp;Honestly I am happier thinking about what is going right or the good news of the world. &amp;nbsp;I like to surround myself with positive people because it is infectious. &amp;nbsp;Not to deny that there aren't bad people and bad things in the world but we don't have to hold that on our shoulders. &amp;nbsp;It's not our burden to carry. &amp;nbsp;That's the wonderful news about Jesus is that HE wants us to 'cast our cares' on Him. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The hard lesson I've learned is that it doesn't make you a stronger person to hold on or to carry those burdens all by yourself. &amp;nbsp;The weight will only bring you down and create anger and bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So why are you carrying all those burdens on &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; shoulders???&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14755" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;22&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cast your cares on the LORD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and he will sustain you;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;he will never let&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the righteous be shaken.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Psalm 55:22&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus replied, “And you experts in the law, woe to you, because you load people down with&amp;nbsp;burdens&amp;nbsp;they can hardly&amp;nbsp;carry, and you yourselves will not lift one finger to help them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Luke 11:46&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our&amp;nbsp;burdens.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Psalm 68:19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cast&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;anxiety on him because he&amp;nbsp;cares&amp;nbsp;for you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-1 Peter 5:7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-8493477692513054164?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Saw this on a Facebook status. &amp;nbsp;I thought there are times like today where I feel like I've used everything I have. &amp;nbsp;The strength, the love, the forgiveness. &amp;nbsp;Lately I have these days every few weeks. &amp;nbsp;I feel so unappreciated sometimes by people close to me but people I volunteer or minister with are very appreciative. &amp;nbsp;I think that is so backwards. &amp;nbsp;I want to have and show God's love not only to other people but most of all to the people in my own house. &amp;nbsp;I feel the people closest to me know I love God but don't want to hear any more than that. &amp;nbsp;I want to spend time reading to get closer to God and also watch God centered TV. &amp;nbsp;Don't get me wrong I never pass up the opportunity to watch my favorite show NCIS. &amp;nbsp;I just think filling your mind with good things help you to be more positive and to live with the joy God has given us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If you fill your mind with things like war or violence 100% of the time that's exactly what you will face in your own life. &amp;nbsp;Some people will say oh how can you say that being a Marine Wife. &amp;nbsp;Well I grew up in what I call a "war zone". &amp;nbsp;I faced constant attacks on me physically and personally. &amp;nbsp;I was always being attacked for what I was doing because someone felt it was wrong or a mistake. &amp;nbsp;It took until I was sick of being attacked and knew I needed God's help. &amp;nbsp;Over the years I have learned what unconditional love is thanks to Jesus. &amp;nbsp;I've learned there is good in the world and it starts with your own life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If you are friends with me on Facebook you know my motto is, "Don't let anyone steal your joy". &amp;nbsp;I also find the more I say that phrase the more attacks I face from Satan. &amp;nbsp;It's no coincidence that I have a close friend named Joy and yesterday I had to say goodbye to her because of Satan's attacks on her life. &amp;nbsp;Again I had to repeat that phrase to myself. &amp;nbsp;It felt like a cold day both physically and weather wise. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to crawl into bed and not deal with my sad feelings. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Speaking of joy..what kind of joy do you see in your life??? &amp;nbsp;It's so easy for us to say I don't have joy because this is going on or you don't know what heartache I have. &amp;nbsp;Because of obstacles people allow the negative things/attacks to become a stronghold over their WHOLE life. &amp;nbsp;We need to retrain our thinking and say "Yes this heartache is happening but I have joy because I have God on my side. &amp;nbsp;As the saying goes, don't tell God how big your problem is, tell your problem how big Your GOD is!!! &amp;nbsp;Maybe you're saying I need more proof to be able to trust my problem to God. &amp;nbsp;Well look at your own life or your spouses life and you will see the evidence you are seeking. &amp;nbsp;Not convinced?? &amp;nbsp;Look up Joyce Meyer's childhood and where she is today. &amp;nbsp;Want to know my story?? &amp;nbsp;I have a post here named, "Why God". &amp;nbsp;Evidence of God's goodness and love for us is everywhere. &amp;nbsp;We just have to open our eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So I guess I really need to listen to my own advice and not think about these difficult days and asking God why, why, why. &amp;nbsp;I need to be telling my problem, my God is bigger and stronger than anything you can put in my path. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes we need to remind ourselves God loves us just where we are but He doesn't plan to leave us there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-John 9:3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Search me, God, and know my heart;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;test me and know my anxious thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
See if there is any offensive way in me,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and lead me in the way everlasting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Psalm 139: 23-24&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear friends, I urge you, as foreigners and exiles, to abstain from sinful desires, which wage war against your soul.&amp;nbsp;Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-1 Peter 2: 11-12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-6861851109498718595?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Ever since the government "almost" shutdown I've been getting a lot of ideas for a new business. &amp;nbsp;I don't want to give any details yet but it's not a small idea. &amp;nbsp;This thing has fueled me to put my energy into something really good. &amp;nbsp;I wake up some mornings thinking about it and having lots of ideas that I just need to write them down. &lt;br /&gt;
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I hope to write more from here on out. &amp;nbsp;God has the most perfect timing. &amp;nbsp;Tonight is my first meeting with some other people at my church. &amp;nbsp;We are reading "The Me I Want to Be" by John Ortberg. &amp;nbsp;I'm really excited for this next transformation and a renewing of the mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-8545751405662034433?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I think a lot of us wives have forgotten or don't know what military wives faced during Vietnam. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it's because I hear more about our KIA military members from that era. &amp;nbsp;I feel they had a lot of strength at a time that our country was even less supportive than they are now. &amp;nbsp;I think we can learn a lot from those wives. &amp;nbsp;I always feel so honored to meet older wives who lived through those tough times.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One really good thing is that God has given me clarity when it comes to a business idea I've had. &amp;nbsp;In fact I again I woke up this morning thinking of more ideas for my business. &amp;nbsp;The shutdown talk really made me think and has fueled me into what I should do. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Praise God for keeping us financially safe. &amp;nbsp;I know the shutdown talk has changed a lot of people for the good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-4987640127958693656?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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However, for this fast our Pastor has encouraged us to follow the Daniel Fast. &amp;nbsp;Which pretty much is no artificial flavors, things in general, no butters, no sugar (or any sweetners, even honey), no white flour products, no yeast, and no meat. &amp;nbsp;So that pretty much leaves fruits, vegetables, nuts, tofu, beans, and rice.&lt;br /&gt;
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After praying I felt I should spent the first 3 days with just water. &amp;nbsp;Then after that follow the Daniel Fast for the remaining 21 days. &amp;nbsp;I will try to blog every day with how the day is going on what God is revealing to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-5405751583387560863?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
In less than 3 weeks we've gone through an earthquake, a huge thunderstorm followed by a few days of a huge power outage, followed by our electric company workers going on strike, and now a Tsunami. &amp;nbsp;This is the 2nd tsunami I've experienced and feel we've been really lucky both times. &amp;nbsp;Times like this make you really have island fever. &amp;nbsp;All the what ifs.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, all these things make me realize how powerful God is. &amp;nbsp;He has His hand in everything!!! &amp;nbsp;He is always protecting us. &amp;nbsp;Even though in the midst of the storm it sometimes feels like He places me in the desert, He is ALWAYS there. &amp;nbsp;With that I take great comfort. &lt;br /&gt;
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We can choose to let fear become unbelief or we can set it aside and decide to trust God in everything. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm so thankful all our military members and families are safe tonight but we must not forget our brothers and sisters we lost and those that so desperately need our prayers right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-6530845772249882197?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to hold back because I'm worried of what others think of me. &amp;nbsp;This goes for other issues in my life too. &amp;nbsp;I don't exactly want to spill my life story at this point on my blog but God knows. &amp;nbsp;I'm not going to hold back my emotions anymore. &amp;nbsp;I want to not be afraid of my pride of showing emotion. &amp;nbsp;As a Marine Wife I think we take on the characteristics of our husbands. &amp;nbsp;The no emotion thing definitely has gone too far. &lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to close with a quote I have on my Facebook page.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am a disciple of the Messiah. I will not let up, look back or slow down. My past is redeemed, my future is secure. I am done with low living, small planning, smooth knees, mundane talking, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;chincy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; giving, and dwarfed goals. I no longer need &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;pre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;-eminence, prosperity, position or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised or rewarded. My face is set; my goal is sure. My road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few. My God is reliable, my mission is clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, delayed or deluded. I will not flinch in the face of adversity, not negotiate at the table of the enemy or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I am a disciple of the Messiah. I must go until He comes, speak of all I know of Him and work until He stops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me. And when He comes for His own, by the grace of God, He will have no problem recognizing me, because my colors are clear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-6211515624169192891?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm to the point where I don't care how much work I'll have to do to help my husband. &amp;nbsp;I'll do it and gladly. My problem is I don't know where to start. &amp;nbsp;I've made some calls but no one seems to want to call &amp;nbsp;me back to talk to me. &amp;nbsp;I realize I can't do this on my own.&lt;br /&gt;
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God's grace has gotten us this far and I know God will continue to guide us. &amp;nbsp;I just want the process to move faster and I wish I could be more patient for God's will to be done. &lt;br /&gt;
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When I come across situations or people that think I don't know what it's like to be depressed or hopeless or even what rejection feels like, &amp;nbsp;I wish I could show them who I was before I was saved. &amp;nbsp;I feel so lucky to be saved by God's beautiful grace and love. &amp;nbsp;Before I was saved I was in so much emotional pain it was just sad. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm happy for the change in season because that means it's time for growth. &amp;nbsp;I always am in awe how God can change people's ways or thoughts. &amp;nbsp;It's a miracle all in itself!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-582321001433826541?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Since I have a big heart for military wives I started the site so wives could check out websites for any military base in the world. &amp;nbsp;I'm working on a forum for women to ask questions or just post info. &amp;nbsp;I'm also looking for group information for military wives wherever you may be. &amp;nbsp;Feel free to email me with info or questions: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="mailto:info@military-mommas.com"&gt;info@military-mommas.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking for scripture about love when I came across this verse. &amp;nbsp;My eyes would wander to other verses but then right back to this one. &amp;nbsp;As if a rope was pulling me closer and closer. &amp;nbsp;Isn't awesome when that happens. &amp;nbsp;I kept reading it over and over. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I realized a true gift I've been given. &amp;nbsp;Ever since then Satan has been throwing a lot of things at me. &amp;nbsp;I feel like one of those guys in movies that are beaten and they say, "Thank you Sir, may I have another". &amp;nbsp;I feel like a punching bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How often do we talk about praise and all the good things in our lives. &amp;nbsp;Then we turn around and talk about negative things or even gossip. &amp;nbsp;I guess when &amp;nbsp;I read this verse I was thinking I love attending church and volunteering and talking about how awesome God is. &amp;nbsp;Then I sometimes will come home and nag my hubby. &amp;nbsp;Shame on me. &amp;nbsp;That's not being a good witness or disciple. &amp;nbsp;That's when I realized I'm so thankful for God's GRACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word GRACE has been following me around. &amp;nbsp;It's constantly popping up in my life whether it be in a song or scripture I hear. &amp;nbsp;Clearly God wants me to understand this thing called GRACE. &amp;nbsp;Where would we be without God's perfect Grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In many definitions of that word is the phrase, "God's favour for His children". &amp;nbsp;Until this week I never knew what that really meant. &amp;nbsp;How beautiful is that. &amp;nbsp;In so many ways you can see God's love. &amp;nbsp;Grace is yet another action reflected of God's beautiful and perfect LOVE. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-6485262845708732194?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't before tonight I thought about all the different kinds of Baptisms there are, What does the Bible say about it, etc. &amp;nbsp;I just knew I was baptised as a child and then again in August 2010. &amp;nbsp;Of course I knew I needed to be baptised after giving my life to God but I don't think it was important to me until God convicted me of it. &amp;nbsp;I didn't ever want to be one of those people who are just "going through the motions" of being a child of Christ. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to know it was right to do it in my heart. &amp;nbsp;Besides what good is it if it's not coming from your heart. &amp;nbsp;God knows the truth and that's what mattered to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Blasphemy. &amp;nbsp;That is a word that I thought I understood. &amp;nbsp;What I really didn't understand is, is it really unforgivable. &amp;nbsp;What if a person who committed blasphemy but then later in life became a Christian, would they be accepted into the Kingdom of Heaven. &amp;nbsp;What if I committed blasphemy in my youth and never realized it. &amp;nbsp;My pastor posed a great statement though. &amp;nbsp;If you are thinking about what if I did that before I was saved you didn't do it. &amp;nbsp;Blasphemy is a reference to people with hardened hearts who keep refusing to see God's goodness, God's miracles, His Son.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Pastor also talked about receiving the fullness of the spirit. &amp;nbsp;What Gifts do you have and how to receive empowerment for them. &amp;nbsp;I think you can read things in the Bible about Fruit of the Spirit or reaping the rewards of fruit. &amp;nbsp;For me I didn't really understand what that all meant. &amp;nbsp;My Pastor really clarified it all through a simple drawing. &amp;nbsp;Imagine a lush fruit tree. &amp;nbsp;There are 3 elements which are needed for that tree to bare fruit. &amp;nbsp;Sun, rain, and good soil. &amp;nbsp;The tree by itself can't force fruit to grow from it's branches without help. &amp;nbsp;With the help of these elements it has beautiful fruit. &amp;nbsp;Similarly to our faith. &amp;nbsp;Without God's word and the Holy Spirit we can't bare fruit. &amp;nbsp;We can't experience empowerment with our spiritual gifts if we don't ask God to help us desire out gifts. &amp;nbsp;We don't choose our own gifts. &lt;br /&gt;
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That lead into a beautiful closing of the class. &amp;nbsp;Another class next door to us at the church is on Prayer and Healing. &amp;nbsp;If we wanted we could get prayer for empowerment of our gifts. &amp;nbsp;My flesh wasn't really wanting to but I felt my heart said yes. &amp;nbsp;So I went and 2 wonderful ladies layed their healing hands on me in prayer. &amp;nbsp;It was awesome. &amp;nbsp;I left with an intense warming feeling that I couldn't quite comprehend. &amp;nbsp;On the drive home God really solidified my gift for helping other wives. &amp;nbsp;He also revealed a huge gift he has blessed me with that I really didn't voice for prayer about. &amp;nbsp;It was just something I was thinking about during the prayers. &amp;nbsp;It was witnessing to my husband. &amp;nbsp;I feel that is the biggest gift God has given me. &amp;nbsp;Where before I felt there was a wall I now feel an intense confidence in my job as a helpmate. &lt;br /&gt;
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I immediately came home and told my husband a little bit about the class. &amp;nbsp;I always try to tell him about things I learn in church when I feel prompted to do so. &amp;nbsp;It was just such a huge breakthrough for me I feel so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-722398942013720219?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've realized I've never gone further than looking up the definition of repentance. &amp;nbsp;Tonight's class really made me look at things I need to repent on. &amp;nbsp;I use to think because I wasn't committing a major sin that I was a "good person". &amp;nbsp;With some things I felt guilty or I just understood what I was doing was wrong. &amp;nbsp;When really that is just the beginning of repentance. &amp;nbsp;I really need to have an emotional connection (crying out to God) and finally a personal decision to renounce the sin. &amp;nbsp;The main question I really need to keep asking myself is How is my sin offending God.&lt;br /&gt;
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In retrospect I face a lot of temptations but to fight temptation, that's the true test of character. &amp;nbsp;Even Jesus was tempted. &amp;nbsp;I think you can get a better grasp on this idea by watching the beginning scene of the movie "The Passion of the Christ". &amp;nbsp;Jesus is praying and being tempted by Satan. &amp;nbsp;I think too often we think that Jesus didn't experience the same emotions as we do. &amp;nbsp;So often we can miss temptation in our own lives because we give into feelings of resistance. &amp;nbsp;For example I LOVE food. &amp;nbsp;Especially at night I get this sweet craving and become tempted to eat or over eat. &amp;nbsp;So many times I don't think of the temptation part...just the part of how "good" it will taste.&lt;br /&gt;
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What is Faith?? &amp;nbsp;To me it's more of a feeling, sometimes an action word. &amp;nbsp;Since I was young I've always known God was near me. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't until I was 24 did I really experience His love but I've always known God created me for a special purpose. &amp;nbsp;So faith to me was knowing what is in my heart. &amp;nbsp;I've always felt my heart was connected to God. &amp;nbsp;Faith to me is also an action word. &amp;nbsp;It's a confidence in knowing that God is in control.&lt;br /&gt;
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Who is Christ?? &amp;nbsp;What a loaded question. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure I'll always be trying to wrap my little brain around who Christ is. &amp;nbsp;Like I mentioned earlier Christ faced the same temptations we do everyday. &amp;nbsp;One question that I'll be praying about is did Christ have a super strength when it came it temptation. &amp;nbsp;Of course he was Jesus and as John 5:58 says, "before Abraham was, I am". &amp;nbsp;He is the foundational belief of being fully man and fully God. &amp;nbsp;How awesome is that!! &lt;br /&gt;
He had human weakness and limitation. &amp;nbsp;When I think of this I think of all the rejection Jesus faced as a man. &amp;nbsp;Yet He had enough strength to know He was the ultimate sacrifice. &amp;nbsp;He didn't resist the temptation to flee from harm. &amp;nbsp;He was the example of a perfectly obedient life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I could probably write so much more but I'm emotionally and physically tired from everything going on.&lt;br /&gt;
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Until next week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-7767388511421261476?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel like I'm in the middle of a hurricane seeing the "eye" of the storm swirl around me in disarray and waiting for God to save me. &amp;nbsp;In fact those words have been a cry of help, LORD SAVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;
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Save my husband and I from war wounds not seen by the eye. &amp;nbsp;Save my husband from everything he is going through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835800842195788785-6543068014630088797?l=thelifeofausmcwife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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