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The carolers are done  singing...the holiday parties have come  and gone. The presents are  unwrapped and all the big dinners have all  been eaten. The christmas  music is turned off.  The families headed  back home. Someone from work  is on the phone. The kids have a practice  to get to. The house needs to  be cleaned. The bills need to be paid.  The groceries are running low.   The stock market is still down... and  up... and down. The tv is on...  the news is still worrisome. Life just  keeps going as if Christmas never  happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it did happen.  Look around... the church is full of family, and  friends, and laughter  because the baby is still the Saviour.   And the  Saviour is still the  gift held out to a world still looking for pure  joy... the same earth  we live still longs for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have the "hope".... we can  sing in the midst of.... and wonder of  the God who gave His only son...  and the Son who gave His life to add  us to his family and one day,  welcome us HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, christmas is over.  But remember, it really happened.... and it changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing  you and your family the timeless treasures of Christ....the   gift of  good health, the peace of mind and heart, the harmony and warmth  of  home, the love of family and the company of good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessed &amp;amp; joyous New Year from our home to yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qQVyg4bnktc/TwTwlB0S_QI/AAAAAAAABzM/lDVz_TYnifc/s1600/IMG_2255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qQVyg4bnktc/TwTwlB0S_QI/AAAAAAAABzM/lDVz_TYnifc/s400/IMG_2255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693940347836759298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-6160827461796192102?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6160827461796192102/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=6160827461796192102&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/6160827461796192102?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/6160827461796192102?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2012/01/imagine.html" title="Imagine" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2r-L9RVl0vU/TwTwTimS3JI/AAAAAAAABzA/OLxgwCF-b14/s72-c/IMG_2262.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMCQ3c9eip7ImA9WhdVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-3619708378711903325</id><published>2011-09-13T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:54:22.962-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-14T16:54:22.962-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts..." /><title>God's grace is a matter of the heart</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzh-5q9dqUY/TnAav4yHiOI/AAAAAAAABvc/8qLHylm4Myg/s1600/IMG_0888.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gzh-5q9dqUY/TnAav4yHiOI/AAAAAAAABvc/8qLHylm4Myg/s400/IMG_0888.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652046942348740834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="middle" style="width: 774.0px; margin: 0.5px 0.5px 0.5px 0.5px; padding: 2.0px 2.0px 2.0px 2.0px"&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My husband and I sat outside our house to watch the beautiful sun bidding her goodbye for the day.  It's always a good time to talk and reminisce God's blessings to our family. In the course of our intimate conversation, I have asked my husband this question, "Are you happy now that we are here in Australia?"  He replied  with a big, "&lt;i&gt;YES"&lt;/i&gt;.  He threw the question back to me but I was surprised that I couldn't wholehearted reply the same answer.  Instead, I heard me saying, "&lt;i&gt;Hhhhmmm, I don't know.  Not really."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What was going on?  What was bothering me?  What is going on with my heart?  It was time to take a "heart-check and survey".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Our world today is dominated by "rules". Countries around the world are set with legislations of law and order and for these systems to work, people under it are subject to these laws and are expected to obey, no matter what, including giving away our hard-earned income to absurd taxes!   Not fair, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I confess I am a "rule" person and I live by them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16.0px Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Most often I outdo my own.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Give me a list of it to  follow and I’m happy. I can follow rules like nobody’s business. My left-brain dominated thinking likes order and routine, blanketed with no surprises. There’s some comfort, I guess, in being able to assess my performance according to a set standard. If I’m obeying the rules, I must be doing okay. Right?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There’s one big problem with that line of thinking and realized I have been too hard on myself.  I make a list of excuses saying, &lt;i&gt;"That's just me" or "So what, I'm a good person and I follow rules" or "I'm just tired."&lt;/i&gt;  But really, it redirects my focus from what really matters: &lt;i&gt;the condition of my heart.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It seems God continually brings me to the end of my endurance, both emotionally and physically, to reveal the truth about my heart. What’s revealed in those moments of pressure is usually something that needs addressing: like selfishness, insecurity, jealousy or bitterness. Getting split apart isn’t pleasant. In fact, it’s often painful and embarrassing. Yet, it’s required if I want to become a true follower of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 20px/normal Arial; min-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I somehow relate this to the most controversial global economic issue.   Here's a good article my good friend forwarded to me today.  It says, &lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When debt is fraudulent, debt forgiveness is the logical and only remedy."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is the opening line from a website article dealing with &lt;b&gt;Debt Forgiveness&lt;/b&gt;, that channels such as Quinsy and Nidle have spoken of repeatedly, not forgetting NESARA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This mail crossed my desk today and is linked to a second article dealing with the same subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Finally serious economists are considering a position I have been maintaining and writing about since the 2008 financial meltdown. Whatever its name— erasure, repudiation, abolishment, cancellation, jubilee—debt forgiveness, will have to eventually emerge forefront in global efforts to solve an ongoing systemic financial crisis."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The above article is boiled down to one word and one word alone.  &lt;b&gt;GRACE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; min-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 20px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The condition of my heart and God's grace, How do they operate together? How is this connected to my present predicament?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 20px/normal Arial; min-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 20px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If I operate in Grace, I wouldn't have to be so concerned about power play just to gain respect and not having to live like a robot , like a wind tossed to and fro going nowhere empty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 20px/normal Arial; min-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 20px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If I breath Grace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and with  each breath is a reminder of the gift of life paid on the cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If I serve in Grace, with each opportunity, is to give and serve done with joy and rejoicing at the pleasure of sharing my love and time and material goods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; min-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If I parent in Grace, I share the wisdom and knowledge gained through this life in a loving way to my children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If I listen  with Grace, I honor and nurture the still small voice that comes from deep within and to honor the wisdom of those placed in my life to teach me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And lastly, if I live by Grace, I open my heart in each moment and let grace flow through and from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 17px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I often blame my plight of issues with the government:  (If they’d lower the tax rates, I could have more savings) and hold them liable for the global crisis and suffering of this world. And if United Nations and the Central Bank simply apply &lt;b&gt;Debt Forgiveness&lt;/b&gt; to Washington, the world would be a little less chaotic.  Many a time, too, I point at fingers at people that take advantage of others' goodness and thoughtfulness and not considering goodness is freely given and freely received. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If I think of these things, I'll just tire myself to bits.  Today, I said David's prayer, “Create in me a new heart, O God . . .”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am reminded that &lt;b&gt;Real Change&lt;/b&gt; is an inside job. I could alter things a day or two with money, rules, and systems, but the heart of the matter is and always will be, &lt;b&gt;the matter of the heart&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Once resolved, a new perspective begins.  &lt;b&gt;God's grace&lt;/b&gt; is made more evident in our lives.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Have you had a "heart-check and survey" lately?  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But this was a day of reckoning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is  civilization coming to an end?  Christian, it makes you think, don't  you?  The signs of the times are visible around us.  Just look at this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"wars and rumors of wars" - Matt. 24:6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Endless  war seem to rage in Iraq and Afghanistan and the war on terrorism is  spreading to nearly every corner of the globe. Since 2000 alone, America  has been mired in conflict in Sierra Leone, Yemen, East Timor,  Afghanistan, Philippines, Cote d'Ivoire, Iraq, Liberia, Georgia, Haïti,  Pakistan, Lebanon, Somalia, and recently, Egypt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom." - Matt 24:7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other  conflicts are raging in Darfur, Saudi Arabia, Central African Republic,  Democratic Republic of Congo, Thailand, Chad, Gaza Strip and the West  Bank in Israel, Niger and Mali, Kenya, and Sri Lanka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There will be famines and earthquakes in various places." - Matt 24:7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every  year, earthquakes cause thousands of deaths, either directly or due to  the resulting tsunamis, landslides, fires, massive floods, volcano  eruptions, and famines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Woe unto them who call evil, good, and good, evil" -Isaiah 5:20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Man  has pushed the self-destruct button. Foundations of godliness have  crumbled; things sacred have come unzipped. We have embraced the pagan  teachings while rejecting the time proven commandments of God. We are  trying to build a peaceful world, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but there is no peace within people's hearts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Then you will be handed over to be persecuted and put to death, and you will be hated by all nations because of me." Matt 24:9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hatred and Discrimation of christians.  It's all over!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And much, much more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our  Lord told us not to be troubled, because these are only the beginning  of "birth pains" [Matt. 24:8]. I believe that God is warning the world.  The world has broken His covenant and has gone away from Him and these  events are warnings designed to turn us to Him. And what we have seen  thus far is just a prelude. The warnings are going to continue during  the next few years, even building in intensity. After these warnings,  the real judgment is going to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So  when you see standing in the holy place 'the abomination that causes  desolation,' spoken of through the prophet Daniel--let the reader  understand-- then let those who are in Judea flee to the mountains. Let  no one on the roof of his house go down to take anything out of the  house. Let no one in the field go back to get his cloak. How dreadful it  will be in those days for pregnant women and nursing mothers! Pray that  your flight will not take place in winter or on the Sabbath. For then  there will be great distress, unequaled from the beginning of the world  until now--and never to be equaled again. If those days had not been cut  short, no one would survive, but for the sake of the elect those days  will be shortened. At that time if anyone says to you, 'Look, here is  the Christ!' or, 'There he is!' do not believe it. For false Christs and  false prophets will appear and perform great signs and miracles to  deceive even the elect--if that were possible. See, I have told you  ahead of time. "So if anyone tells you, 'There he is, out in the  desert,' do not go out; or, 'Here he is, in the inner rooms,' do not  believe it. For as lightning that comes from the east is visible even in  the west, so will be the coming of the Son of Man. Wherever there is a  carcass, there the vultures will gather. - Matthew 24:15-28 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A day of reckoning will come. There will be an end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The big &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Akoukq5DvAE"&gt;question&lt;/a&gt; is this:  Are you ready?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Akoukq5DvAE"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-502283801345381800?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/502283801345381800/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=502283801345381800&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/502283801345381800?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/502283801345381800?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-of-reckoning.html" title="A day of reckoning" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cDQ389eSp7ImA9Wx9RGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-8368410480270053824</id><published>2010-12-20T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:37:52.161-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-20T18:37:52.161-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas newsletter" /><title>Christmas 2010</title><content type="html">&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a45794d7a51314d7a453d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a45794d7a51314d7a453d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;May Christmas brings you peace and love and bundles of surprise gifts in the New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our love from our home to yours!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-8368410480270053824?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8368410480270053824/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=8368410480270053824&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/8368410480270053824?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/8368410480270053824?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html" title="Christmas 2010" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4FQXszcCp7ImA9WxJUGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-180709092938853369</id><published>2009-01-30T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:15:10.588-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-17T20:15:10.588-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Promised Land" /><title>The Promised Land 1</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SmE9-izVSCI/AAAAAAAABtc/l3wfpKtMm2c/s1600-h/lavender6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359633176250894370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SmE9-izVSCI/AAAAAAAABtc/l3wfpKtMm2c/s400/lavender6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jer 29:11 “I know the plans that I have for you, declares the LORD. They are plans for peace and not disaster, plans to give you a future filled with hope”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a beautiful Saturday morning: I see the blue skies, I hear the birds chirping and worshiping away, I smell lavender exuding perfume in the air. What a privilege it is to experience such a life readily available for us, His beloved children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey here in Perth is all very new to me: the people, the place, the weather, the environment. I’m just beginning to settle in. On the one hand, my communion with God is all the more intimate. I used to take His presence for granted when life afforded me some comfort, a ready-cooked meal after a long day, and having my precious family close by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed tremendously here: I live with a beautiful woman in her mid-30’s who is such a darling, supporting my every endeavor; I have met her friends who are Christians and surprisingly, some of them attend the same church that I go to; I’m in the company of great, loving support-system: Faith, Jing, and Jenni, who is arriving tomorrow (Ikthus family). It’s a relief to have “sisters” nearby as we often dine, cry, laugh, and pray together. (Jing lives just 3 minutes walk away from me, while Faith and Jenni are 10 minutes drive away! We are practically neighbors!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our good Lord has laid everything out for me. It’s like walking on paved road and unwrapping gifts and miracles along the way. I recently have been provided with a very nice family van. Even then, God has directed me to the right dealer who is a Christian. I’m four weeks away to complete my competency as a Registered nurse yet, another miracle came along. I was called in for a job interview yesterday with the largest and most prestigious private hospital here in Perth and yes, it went really well. Last week, miraculously again, I was given a 100% mark on my first exams! One big and huge gift from God is my course coordinator. I never knew angels exist until I met Jillian. She's an amazing person and a great mentor! And last but certainly not the least, I was invited by my aussie classmate, who is a christian, to their church next sunday for a barbeque! I can only boast in the Lord and give back all the glory to Him. He has made it all happen for me and my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, it’s not all “bed of roses for me”. I long for my husband and children terribly and there’s not a moment that I wish I could hold and wrap them in my arms. I miss my Mom, my siblings, my loved-ones and friends, and my church family. I miss my favorite laswa and pinamalhan! I miss everything about home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past spiritual experiences has equipped me here. The verses in Isaiah 40: 28-31 has been my constant reminder. My “waiting upon the Lord” is reaping its fruit in season. I continue to obey and hope in Him, trusting His heart every step of the way for I know His plans is to give me hope and a future. (Jer. 29:11)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your prayers. Thank you for all the encouraging words. Thank you for just being there for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings and love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 40:28-31: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Don't you know? Haven't you heard? The eternal God, the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;the Creator of the ends of the earth, doesn't grow tired or become weary. His&lt;br /&gt;understanding is beyond reach. He gives strength to those who grow tired and&lt;br /&gt;increases the strength of those who are weak. Even young people grow tired&lt;br /&gt;and become weary, and young men will stumble and fall. Yet, the strength of&lt;br /&gt;those who wait with hope in the LORD will be renewed. They will soar on wings&lt;br /&gt;like eagles. They will run and won't become weary. They will walk and won't&lt;br /&gt;grow tired”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-180709092938853369?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/180709092938853369/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=180709092938853369&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/180709092938853369?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/180709092938853369?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/jer-2911-i-know-plans-that-i-have-for.html" title="The Promised Land 1" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SmE9-izVSCI/AAAAAAAABtc/l3wfpKtMm2c/s72-c/lavender6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08DR3gzeip7ImA9WxJUGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-7261740623712424286</id><published>2009-01-19T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:57:56.682-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-17T19:57:56.682-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crossroads" /><title>Covering and Rebecca Blessing</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SmE54Qs6XGI/AAAAAAAABtU/TZ3x2pssRto/s1600-h/NetworkMinistriesHands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359628670266399842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SmE54Qs6XGI/AAAAAAAABtU/TZ3x2pssRto/s400/NetworkMinistriesHands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Ruby Su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;December 28, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jen, as you and your family venture off to a new land, it is my prayer that you, your husband, Bim, and your children – CJ, Jed, Daisy, and Caila, will enjoy God’s promised land for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say “promise land”, it is not physical, or literally a place like Australia. I mean your “spiritual promise land” where you and your family have “Shalom”. It is a state of being wherever part of this world you are. Your promised land is your place of rest, peace, safety, and security. It means being in the center of God’s will and fulfilling His plans and purposes for you – individually and as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, since you are under the direct authority and covering of your husband, I would like to request Bim to come and extend his headship protection over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addressed to Bim: “Bim, as the husband and the direct earthly authority of Jenny, are you releasing your wife to travel ahead of you to Australia with your blessings and your prayers?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Bim, are you releasing a protective covering over your wife during the time of your temporary physical separation?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bim to bless Jenny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protective Covering –&lt;br /&gt;“Jenny, as one charged and assigned by the Lord to be your direct earthly authority and head, I release to you my protective covering as you travel ahead of our family to Australia. I exercise my spiritual authority as a child of God and as your husband, and declare, in Jesus’ Name, that in our short and temporary time of being physically away from each other, no harm, no injury, no accidents, tragedy, or terror in the day or night, no sickness, infirmity or afflictions will strike you and nor member of our family.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bim Prays Prayer of Preservation –&lt;br /&gt;Ask the Lord to preserve every family member and your generations, and your destiny as a family and individually be preserved and released to be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congregational Blessing To Jenny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gen. 24:60 "And they blessed Rebekah and said to her, "Our sister, may you increase to thousands upon thousands; may your offspring possess the gates of their enemies."&lt;br /&gt;Our sister, may you increase to thousands upon thousands; may your offspring possess the gates of their enemies.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;For Bim &amp;amp; Jenny Together: Declaration of God’s Protective Covering –&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we declare your Word and call it forth to operate in our family. You are our Fortress, our Sun and Shield. You are our protector, our Stronghold, our Rampart, our ever-present help in time of need, trouble, or distress. You are our Shepherd, our Redeemer, Healer, Provider, our Sufficiency, our All in All. You are our Lot, our Portion, our very great Reward. You are our Jehovah-God, El Adonai, the great and everlasting God who covers us and lavishes us with your great love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, may you watch over us – each member our family during the short time we are away from each other, till we are reunited. May you grant the desires of our hearts and lead us to our spiritual promised land where we rest in your Shalom. In Jesus’ Name, Amen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-7261740623712424286?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7261740623712424286/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=7261740623712424286&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/7261740623712424286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/7261740623712424286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/covering-and-rebecca-blessing.html" title="Covering and Rebecca Blessing" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SmE54Qs6XGI/AAAAAAAABtU/TZ3x2pssRto/s72-c/NetworkMinistriesHands.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMARnwzcCp7ImA9WxJUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-4533968088198979637</id><published>2009-01-18T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:10:47.288-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-18T09:10:47.288-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crossroads" /><title>Getting Ready to Cross the Jordan River - Part 2</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This year, 2008, four decades after, the fulfillment of the vision and mission is beginning to unfold. The results of the local boards came out early this year and I passed with flying colors. I went into training in the hospital and was promoted twice in just a couple of months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In November 3, my application with the Midwives and Nurses Board of Western Australia was approved, November 5, we signed a Deed of Sale for the house, which has been up in the market for almost 4 years. Even the buyer of the house offered to let us stay until we leave for Australia. November 7, I was given a clinical placement for training with Hollywood Hospital, Perth Western Australia. All of these happened in a week's time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days after that, I was sent an application for employment and Medical clearance with St. John of God in Perth Australia and an interview for a job placement is waiting for me there now. This is a very unusual occurrence. However, in God’s timetable, there is no such thing as unusual or untimely. Everything happened and will happen according to His plans and purposes for my family. God has laid out this journey way before creation came to be. It’s the best plan. It’s beyond my comprehension. My family have seen the hand of the Lord from one miracle to another and only God can do it in the fulfillment of His promise to us. And to confirm this promise, He has shown this same verse to Bim and me in two separate occasions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 14:24 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The Lord of hosts has sworn: As I have planned, so shall be, and as I have purposed, so shall it stand.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My being a nurse is His vehicle to bring us to the Physical Promised Land of Inheritance. This is His dream, not mine, nor Bim’s. And when He blesses and directs, He adds no trouble to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, my visa hasn’t arrived. But I know in my heart, that it is coming. I trust God’s sovereignty and His promises that He will bring it to completion, to the place where we could join Him in His kingdom building here on earth. We are about to cross the Jordan River, on our way to physically claim God’s Promised Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a time element involved in the promises of God in our lives. We must be careful not to allow unbelief to grow during a time period that seems to delay His promise. God uses time as a tool for the testing of our hearts to bring us into dependence on His supernatural power and childlike trust in His ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in this church for 20 good, loving, blessed years! There’s more miraculous stories to tell, I could write chapters about my life journey here and fill up a library. Bim and I grew up and were spiritually nurtured here. It is in this church that we were trained and equipped for His service. I believe this is a time for weaning for a greater task ahead for a higher calling. It’s time for us to go. It hurts to leave our loved ones and a spiritual family such as ours. We have loved you as Christ loves this body of people. But I also know that you will send us with your prayers and blessing and believing that God is looking after us, we will be in safe hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my spiritual mentors, Manang Lidj, and Mayang&lt;br /&gt;To my FFI family, Manong William and Ruby and the rest of the team&lt;br /&gt;To the Operation Care Ministry family, Manong Manny, Marissa and the heads of team&lt;br /&gt;To my Women of Purpose family, Rose, Wing, Frandi and all the ladies of WOP&lt;br /&gt;To my Ikthus family, Arbee, April and and the rest of the staff.&lt;br /&gt;To my prayer Jonathans: Ione and Jessa who prayed with me through this journey&lt;br /&gt;To Bim’s Bond of Brothers: Manolo, Mitch, and Raffy, who journeyed with us in prayer&lt;br /&gt;To our partners in the ministry: Nong Dan, Jing, Ramon and Christy, John and Marijo, Jason and Milay, our original cell group&lt;br /&gt;To my Ladies of the Ring friends: Kiki, Jinky, June, Ann and Miles, they rejoiced and wept with me, through the good times and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;To my nursing groupmates: Myra, Mari, Ann, Ed, Mok, and the rest&lt;br /&gt;To our families, the Locsins, Papa, Gerro and Gina, Meg and Jang, Tita Alice, Tita Nena, Ray and Lynel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Gomez’s, Tita Pynky and Aischa and their families, our step-dad, Heiner and the Salvadors, Mama, Manong Jojo, Manong Jiji, Manong Juls, Manong John, Jeffrey and Janice and their families. Through thick and thin you all were with us, supporting us through and through.&lt;br /&gt;To our supporters and friends who believed in what we are doing… there are so many of you….and you know who you are,&lt;br /&gt;And to our beloved Pastor Joe, for sending us off with a blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you from the bottom of our hearts. You are all part of our journey. May our good Lord indeed open the floodgates of heaven and pour out His blessings upon you as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To close my testimony, I would just like to share with you a poem I have written in February 3, 2008: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF REDEMPTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am sad, You take the frown&lt;br /&gt;When fast I ran, You slow me down&lt;br /&gt;When down I drown, You pull me out&lt;br /&gt;And to the ground, You lift me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord my God, You shine above&lt;br /&gt;No more to hide, no more the pride&lt;br /&gt;You wrap me love, you keep me warm&lt;br /&gt;No more the tears, no more the harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am tired, You grant me rest&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm swift, You say, "not yet"&lt;br /&gt;When heart's so hard, Your love abounds&lt;br /&gt;When I am lost, You take me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord my God, Your love everlasting&lt;br /&gt;When I'm wayward, You always cling&lt;br /&gt;When I go far, You stay and wait&lt;br /&gt;With grace You stay until I'm found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm afraid, You cover me&lt;br /&gt;With hands so tender, You comfort me&lt;br /&gt;Heavens may fall, and stars no more&lt;br /&gt;Your ever presence, fears are washed ashore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord my God, You love me so&lt;br /&gt;For this I know, You always show&lt;br /&gt;My precious God, my loving God&lt;br /&gt;My heart is filled, my heart is glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be all glory forever and ever, Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-4533968088198979637?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4533968088198979637/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=4533968088198979637&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/4533968088198979637?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/4533968088198979637?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-ready-to-cross-jordan-river_17.html" title="Getting Ready to Cross the Jordan River - Part 2" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIFQXs-cSp7ImA9WxJUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-8800902463490152220</id><published>2009-01-17T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:11:50.559-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-18T09:11:50.559-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crossroads" /><title>Getting Ready to Cross the Jordan River - Part 1</title><content type="html">Please watch the actual testimony on video &lt;a href="http://bccbikthus.wordpress.com/category/articles/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(December 28, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Thank Offering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I will sacrifice a thank offering to you and call on the name of the Lord. I will fulfill my vows to the Lord in the presence of all His people.” Psalm 116:17-18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise the Lord for giving me this opportunity to share with you my testimony, to declare of His mighty work and be a blessing to many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ponder about God’s hand in my life, I noticed that every decade, a significant event or a milestone happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in 1968, 3rd of October. This year, I turned 40. In my growing up years, I was given what was best for me. A decade later, 1978, I was crowned as the princess of San Carlos City, my hometown, and the launching of my womanhood. In 1988, I met Bim. He was used by God to bring me to this church and that same year, I received Jesus Christ as my personal Savior and Lord. Bim and I got married three years after. I remember vividly a couple of days after our wedding, I have asked Bim if he is led to raise our family in the United States. He said that if there is a place to raise a family, it will have to be in New Zealand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the next 10 years from 1988 to 1998, we were seriously involved serving the Lord with many ministries at BCCB. But it was in 1996 or thereabouts that I was led to ask Bim again, being the head of our home, if the Lord has given him a life vision and mission for our family. He gave me this verse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 12:2-3, &lt;em&gt;“I will make you a great nation, I will bless you. I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you, I will curse. Through you every family on earth will be blessed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1998, Bim and I heeded the call to go full time in the ministry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2001, we were involved with Family Foundations International. At its infancy, God has assigned me to work in the ministry as a facilitator, the office assistant and the finance officer. As I continued to journey with God, He showed me a remarkable verse in Genesis 12:1. Notice that this is found just before our family’s vision and mission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Leave your land, your relatives, and your father's home. Go to the land that I will show you.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year after, I was offered a job as an accountant in Australia. I applied but was denied because my qualifications were not comparable to Australian standards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What now, Lord?, was my inquiry. At this time, I kept going back to our family’s life verse. The desire to know more about God’s leading for our family increased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003, in one of the FFI seminars in Manila, a pastor prayed for me, and in his prayer, he mentioned these words... “You will go to a place. I see you on a ferryboat… such a beautiful place. While he was praying, I saw myself on board a cruise ship at Sydney harbor. He continued by saying, “Your visa will be approved and all the visas of your husband's and children will be approved as well. But this will not come soon. This will only be accomplished when your children are all grown up.” (Pastor Carandang) At that time, Caila, our youngest has just turned one year old. I wrote in my journal the word AUSTRALIA in bold letters and with a large question mark. But all the while, we were focused on pursuing New Zealand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another impartation from our gifted brother, Jeff Littleton to Bim and he said: “Bim, you are a Joshua” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joshua 1:6-9, “Be strong and of good courage. For you shall divide for an inheritance to this people, the land which I swore to their fathers, to give it to them. Only be strong and very courageous so that you may be careful to do according to all the Law which My servant Moses commanded you. Do not turn from it to the right or to the left, so that you may act wisely wherever you go. This book of the Law shall not depart out of your mouth, but you shall meditate on it by day and by night, so that you may be careful to do according to all that is written in it. For then you shall make your way prosperous, and then you shall act wisely. Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage. Do not be afraid, neither be dismayed. For Jehovah your God is with you in all places where you go.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he added by saying, &lt;em&gt;“God will bring you to a spiritual land of inheritance”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this spiritual land of inheritance, was my heart’s big question. I didn’t take God’s word lightly. On the one hand, I took it literally and seriously. I sought for answers and didn’t stop. I read the whole chapter in context with the inspiration of the Holy Spirit and God spoke to me specifically. His instructions were very clear for it is supported by His word, impartations, and confirmations from godly people, and more times in prophetic dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sign in 2004, God showed me a dream. I saw myself dressed in white facilitating a birth of a child. I asked the Lord the message of that dream and wrestled with Him in prayer. There was a deep prodding. This, I thought, was a call from God. So, Bim and I went to Pastor Joe for godly counsel. We ended up with a handful of blessing from our dear pastor to pursue what God has in store for us, and to fulfill God's purpose and destiny for our family. God, likewise, appointed two women close to my heart to be my Prayer Jonathans, Jessa and Ione to support me in prayer throughout my journey towards the Promised spiritual land of inheritance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took a leap of faith and obedience. I resigned from my post with FFI and held on to the promises of God, that was all we have and that was enough to make us take the first step. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took up a nursing course, an endeavor Bim and I never have thought of doing. But God likewise has placed a desire for nursing in my heart. It was an impossible venture because we knew that it required finances as well which we did not have. We obeyed and I went through nursing school well provided for, I never lacked in anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there’s a vision, comes provision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, it was clear, God will bring my family to another land. God is preparing a mission field for us somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several points why God chose Abraham and how it relates to the vision/mission for my family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When God spoke, Abraham listened.&lt;br /&gt;2. When Abraham listened, he obeyed.&lt;br /&gt;3. He was willing to sacrifice anything for God.&lt;br /&gt;4. God chose him for a specific assignment or task&lt;br /&gt;5. The task was overwhelming and He needed God to accomplish it for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why Bim and my family, Lord? was my inquiry. He confirmed His answer through this verse: Genesis 18:18-19, &lt;em&gt;“His descendants will become a great and mighty nation, and through him I will bless all the nations. I have chosen him in order that he may command his sons and his descendants to obey me and to do what is right and just. If they do, I will do everything for him that I have promised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007, last year, I acted hastily and went ahead of God’s plans. After nursing school, I forced my way and took the local board knowing in my heart that I wasn’t ready. I failed the first time. I was depressed and I thought my dream for my family was shattered. I found myself in the wilderness and my spirit was dry and desolate. I went away for a long retreat, and there, in my Mt. Sinai experience, God spoke to me in the book of Exodus. Three words that encouraged me to get on my feet again, these were: &lt;strong&gt;consecrate yourself, be still, and move on.&lt;/strong&gt; This was further confirmed through the verse in Habakuk 2:3 &lt;em&gt;“These things I plan wont happen right away. Slowly, steadily, surely, the time approaches when the vision will be fulfilled. If it seems slow, do not despair, for these things will surely come to pass. Just be patient.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God in all His wisdom ordains circumstances and situations in our lives that will test our hearts and show us what is there that is not pleasing to Him. I confessed and repented. My daughter wrote me a love note and said, “ It’s okay Mom. God is just correcting you.” I was deeply touched by this note. Indeed, my daughter was right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He further made it clear to me that the keys to receiving the Promised Land of God is by faith, and lies deep within a divine relationship with Him. Therefore, I did not progress past the wilderness wandering about unless I discover a deeper level of intimacy where God wants me to be. He was serious with my time with Him. I realized that the Promised Spiritual Land of inheritance is not a place, but a deep, special and divine relationship with Him. This was the Spiritual Land of Inheritance the Lord was trying to tell me about. Once my spirit arrives there, the physical realm follows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-8800902463490152220?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8800902463490152220/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=8800902463490152220&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/8800902463490152220?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/8800902463490152220?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-ready-to-cross-jordan-river.html" title="Getting Ready to Cross the Jordan River - Part 1" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEBRHY8cCp7ImA9WxRaGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-9215275748245636098</id><published>2008-12-22T15:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:30:55.878-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-22T15:30:55.878-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas newsletter" /><title>Family Newsletter, Christmas 2008</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SVAilXnLYaI/AAAAAAAABsA/lRseuueAk8U/s1600-h/locsinfinal.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SVAilXnLYaI/AAAAAAAABsA/lRseuueAk8U/s400/locsinfinal.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282760388294435234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bim continues to serve as full time staff in our church and loves every bit of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aside from coordinating the Small Group Ministry, he has found many new challenges and opportunities in his new assignment as overseer of our 10:15 am Sunday Service with a congregation of about 200.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tries to stay fit by having regular visits to the gym with eldest son, CJ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny became a registered nurse and began her professional practice early this year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In her short stint with the acute hospital experience as an OR nurse, she was promoted from trainee to reliever status.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In October, her application was approved by the nurse's board to become a professional nurse in Australia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ, turning 16 by January, has grown to be a handsome man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He will be graduating from high school come March and wants to become an aircraft mechanic someday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His love for sports, particularly basketball, is his favorite pastime. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jed, 14, loves playing his guitar and soccer is his favorite sport.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is a sophomore&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and likes preserving insects and even snakes!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has emerged with a well rounded personality and is a friend to everyone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is active with the church’s youth ministry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy will be 10 in February.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her dream to become a chef someday remains and she wishes to put up her own restaurant offering the family's favorite dishes in the menu.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like Jenny, she has developed a love for crafts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She can cross stitch and is learning to weave. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caila, 6, our little one, has began to read; it’s been her favorite thing to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is very fond of drawing and writing letters to Mom and Pop. She excels in her school work and is praised by her teachers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny will commence her training on January 5 with the Nurses Board in Perth, Western Australia and will begin her nursing practice as soon as she is granted a working visa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If all goes well, Bim and the children will follow as early as May.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This journey has been traveled in faith.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As of this writing, Jenny has not received her visa and she has a plane to catch on January 1! We are hoping for God’s best whatever the outcome is and you will surely know in our next letter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your 2009 be a year of blessing!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our love,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bim and Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-9215275748245636098?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9215275748245636098/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=9215275748245636098&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/9215275748245636098?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/9215275748245636098?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-newsletter-christmas-2008.html" title="Family Newsletter, Christmas 2008" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SVAilXnLYaI/AAAAAAAABsA/lRseuueAk8U/s72-c/locsinfinal.1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUCRHg7eSp7ImA9WxRWFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-4925631369267159144</id><published>2008-11-02T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:57:45.601-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-02T15:57:45.601-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting" /><title>Enjoy Harmony in Your Home - Part XI</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SQ4-YhJoqMI/AAAAAAAABKU/od7U2EF1_zQ/s1600-h/jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264213605379254466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SQ4-YhJoqMI/AAAAAAAABKU/od7U2EF1_zQ/s400/jones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manage your money well.&lt;/strong&gt; Build your financial decisions around what’s most important to your family; remind yourselves of your priorities often. Figure out how you’re currently wasting money, and how you can save money without sacrificing a fulfilling family lifestyle. Scrutinize every area in your budget for ways you can reduce expenses. Before buying something, ask: “Do we really need it?”, “Can we make do with what we have?”, “How often will we use it?”, “How much care does it require?”, “Is it durable?”, “Does its design and quality meet our standards?”, “Is there information available to help us make our decision?”, “Is the price right? Could we find it at a secondhand store?”, “How much difference will its addition to our home and family life really make?”. Avoid debt and pay down any debt you already have. Save for unexpected expenses and large purchases like family vacations or new appliances. Learn how to invest wisely. Give generously. Develop an effective filing and bill-paying system. And better yet, have the adept spouse keep and budget the money. In my case, it’s my husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-4925631369267159144?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4925631369267159144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=4925631369267159144&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/4925631369267159144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/4925631369267159144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/enjoy-harmony-in-your-home-part-xi.html" title="Enjoy Harmony in Your Home - Part XI" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SQ4-YhJoqMI/AAAAAAAABKU/od7U2EF1_zQ/s72-c/jones.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMESH0yeip7ImA9WxRWEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-4122864645166028283</id><published>2008-10-28T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T05:53:29.392-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-28T05:53:29.392-07:00</app:edited><title>Johnny the Bagger</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Xgq1rSR38zg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Xgq1rSR38zg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A very inspiring video!  Please watch and make a difference!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-4122864645166028283?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4122864645166028283/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=4122864645166028283&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/4122864645166028283?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/4122864645166028283?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/johnny-bagger.html" title="Johnny the Bagger" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkANRX85fyp7ImA9WxRQGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-8967461902871843984</id><published>2008-10-13T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:19:54.127-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-13T19:19:54.127-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems" /><title>The Nurse</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SPQBar8VRCI/AAAAAAAABKM/NVbVVwLbY_c/s1600-h/42-16946175pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256828223032214562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SPQBar8VRCI/AAAAAAAABKM/NVbVVwLbY_c/s400/42-16946175pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world grows better year after year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of some nurse in her little sphere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Puts on her apron and grins and sings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and keeps on going, the same old things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taking the vital signs, giving the pills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To remedy mankind's numberless ills;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeding and cuddling the baby while answering the bells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being polite with a heart bequething.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A caring heart, a gentle touch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh how I long to see you well, that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the little time, in my small little way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I feel much better", I pray that you say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Longing for home and all the while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wearing the same felicitous professional smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blessing the newborn babe's first breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and closing the eyes that are still in their death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At times, taking the blame for the doctor's mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh dear, what a lot of patience it takes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pulled a night shift and off duty at seven o'clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tired, discouraged and ready to drop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But called back for emergency special at 7:15!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With woe in my heart, yet, in my eyes not to be seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning and evening, noon and night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;praying, hoping, and doing what's right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I lay down my cap and cross the bar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Lord, will you give me just one little star?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To wear with my crown and with my white uniform, new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In that city above, where the Head Nurse is You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-8967461902871843984?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8967461902871843984/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=8967461902871843984&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/8967461902871843984?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/8967461902871843984?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/nurse.html" title="The Nurse" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SPQBar8VRCI/AAAAAAAABKM/NVbVVwLbY_c/s72-c/42-16946175pic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkINQnczfCp7ImA9WxRQGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-1069661997714130456</id><published>2008-10-12T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:03:13.984-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-12T21:03:13.984-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts..." /><title>The Big 40</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SPLHRLz-mqI/AAAAAAAABJ0/eC43ly5ErTU/s1600-h/40th.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256482813137296034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SPLHRLz-mqI/AAAAAAAABJ0/eC43ly5ErTU/s400/40th.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;JOURNAL ENTRY: October 3, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I stopped counting at 33. Whenever someone asks for my age, I can easily figure it out with a little math by calculating the sum between my natal year and the current year. I bet you’ve done that too! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just turned 40 today and I feel great! I was actually looking forward to this day for the past months. But am I ready for the inevitable? Where am I now? What’s in it for me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was bombarded with these questions. Fortunately, answers came rushing through from the back of my head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Along with juggling a busy life, I’m also dealing with a great amount of change. I am entering a new stage of life and facing challenges that I have never faced before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256483004956226450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 424px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="424" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SPLHcWZLM5I/AAAAAAAABJ8/YqdV1dgPb-Y/s400/40thBirthdayLyrics1450%5B1%5D.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The BIG 40. Some say life starts here. How so? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly, I now have specific nutritional needs that are much different from those of men and younger women. I have bouts of sudden mood swings, headaches, cravings, and all the other issues of pre menopause, so they say. It's crazy, but it’s true! There was a time in my journey when I looked in the mirror and—yikes!—where did that paunchy middle come from? I seem to gain weight overnight while battling fatigue, irritability, and all kinds of body aches! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, a need to forever tag along my reading glasses and catching myself plucking a few stubs of silver hair every now and then while launching two handsome boys into adulthood... the wake up call…. Yes, I’m definitely here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a name="ETFTOP"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly, I have a better view of where I am heading. My priorities are in order. I’m done on the side of distraction by that gnawing voice inside of me. I guess I learned the lesson that too much inward focus can be stifling. It inhibited my ability to act, my inability to interact with others, and my service to my Saviour as well. It inhibited my ability to really grow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the past months prior to this day, I realized that when I started to begin to believe and not fear, act according to my faith, and decide to reach out and care, I found the answers to my questions! I felt more energized. Otherwise I continue to spin around and around and feel old! It's dizzying and confusing and oftentimes, I was led to make choices that take me out of my life’s mission. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Almighty has been good to me. I have a beautiful family, a house filled with love and activity and a community full of opportunities! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I'm moving forward. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m 40 and I’m glad I know where I am, who I am, my life’s purpose and mission in life. I have so much hope where forgotten dreams are coming to fruition! I will find myself doing things I have never done before! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My prayer is to shine for Jesus, and make a difference for the glory of my Father in heaven!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praise Him!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256483346896424050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 408px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SPLHwQOEjHI/AAAAAAAABKE/b8MQduiT89s/s400/40thBirthdayLyrics2450%5B1%5D.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-1069661997714130456?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1069661997714130456/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=1069661997714130456&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/1069661997714130456?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/1069661997714130456?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-40.html" title="The Big 40" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SPLHRLz-mqI/AAAAAAAABJ0/eC43ly5ErTU/s72-c/40th.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YNQn09eip7ImA9WxRRE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-8373633978109827504</id><published>2008-09-25T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:19:53.362-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-25T20:19:53.362-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting" /><title>Enjoy Harmony in Your Home - Part X</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SNxUu_TaCjI/AAAAAAAABJY/2lmF7DrSASk/s1600-h/my-desk.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250164431850703410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SNxUu_TaCjI/AAAAAAAABJY/2lmF7DrSASk/s400/my-desk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Use your time wisely.&lt;/strong&gt; Set up a “control central” area in your home to organize and track your family’s schedule (consider places like a desk, countertop, or home office). Use a “daily hit list” to categorize the various jobs you hope to accomplish each day into seven areas: home and property, food, family and friends, financial, special events, and self. Then consider what you can delegate to others, and what you can delete. Move necessary jobs that you haven’t finished on a certain day to the next day’s list. Set realistic expectations for how much you and your family members can accomplish in a given time period. Make lifestyle changes gradually and rely on God’s strength as you do. Encourage each other and hold each other accountable as you all try to manage your time well while creating a better environment at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-8373633978109827504?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8373633978109827504/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=8373633978109827504&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/8373633978109827504?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/8373633978109827504?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/enjoy-harmony-in-your-home-part-x.html" title="Enjoy Harmony in Your Home - Part X" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SNxUu_TaCjI/AAAAAAAABJY/2lmF7DrSASk/s72-c/my-desk.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFRnc7fyp7ImA9WxRSFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-9163909607017068160</id><published>2008-09-16T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T06:21:57.907-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-16T06:21:57.907-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the lighter side" /><title>I LOVE YOUR BLOG Award</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SM-wEh13-_I/AAAAAAAABJI/ihMI6irccfY/s1600-h/Iloveyourblog.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246605682760219634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SM-wEh13-_I/AAAAAAAABJI/ihMI6irccfY/s400/Iloveyourblog.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am deeply honored to be given the "I Love Your Blog" award by &lt;a href="http://mla-crownofglory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crown of Beauty&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you, Manang Lidj! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As instructed, I am to pass the award to seven others. I have numerous favorite blogs that I visit randomly and most of them have received the same award. So I am passing on the award to seven few that are worth a read. I can relate with the authors as I share similar thoughts, ideas, and experiences with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.kellishouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;There’s no place like home&lt;/a&gt;.  - Kelli is from Texas, USA. She is married with three young children. They are a christian, homeschooling family. I love her blog because I can see myself in her who loves her home and family. We share the same interests:   baking, sewing, crafting, and most of all, loving the LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.extravagantgrace.net/"&gt;Extravagant Grace&lt;/a&gt;.  There is not enough words to describe this woman of God! She loves the Lord and that is reflected deeply in her writings. She is a wife and a stay-at-home mother of four children. She has a bachelors in English Writing Arts and is an editorial assistant for a science journal, a web designer and editor, and a desktop publishing designer. She is a freelance writer for Faith Lifts (that’s where I found her). Her experiences tell a message to all her readers, that God's love is amazing and His extravagant grace is available to all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://fiddledeedee.net/"&gt;Fiddledeedee&lt;/a&gt;.  If I want to have a good laugh, I come to this site. DeeDee is a fun loving writer, witty, full of surprises, yet, filled with amusing facts and realities about her life as a woman of God! She, too,  is a homeschooling mom to her three children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://mysimplekitchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;My simple kitchen&lt;/a&gt;.  I love this site. Aimee is a great cook and her recipes are brilliant! She started this blog as a place to share recipes with her readers and to inspire to cook loving meals for our families.  And of course, she loves Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://orgjunkie.com/"&gt;Im an organizing junkie&lt;/a&gt;.  Laura loves to organize! She is a mom to three active kids. Her tips and awesome creativity gives me ideas on making my house a home to my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://arielallison.blogspot.com/"&gt;Waking Up. Musings by a dreamer&lt;/a&gt;.  Ariel Allison Lawhon is a writer, a novelist… and a dreamer.  Her musings are deep that touches the recesses of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;a href="http://afewscraps.blogspot.com/"&gt;A few Scraps&lt;/a&gt;.  Christina is thirty something…. So am I. She quilts… and so do I. She is a mother… me too! She is a nurse… and I am too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Crown of Beauty, there are a few rules that go with this award. You have to pass on this award to seven other blogs. Just add in a short description of each of the blog and the reasons why you are giving the award to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. The winner can put the logo on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Link the person you received your award from.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put links of those blogs on yours.&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave a message on the blogs you’ve nominated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass on the award, meet new friends, see how creative our God is in the unique lives of the people He has created... and have fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-9163909607017068160?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9163909607017068160/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=9163909607017068160&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/9163909607017068160?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/9163909607017068160?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-your-blog-award.html" title="I LOVE YOUR BLOG Award" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SM-wEh13-_I/AAAAAAAABJI/ihMI6irccfY/s72-c/Iloveyourblog.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4AQX85fSp7ImA9WxRSEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-4273088410111109415</id><published>2008-09-10T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:09:00.125-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-10T19:09:00.125-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts..." /><title>What about... DREAMS?</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SMh68aJIcHI/AAAAAAAABJA/x5rTVgTP_u8/s1600-h/ship"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244576944301305970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SMh68aJIcHI/AAAAAAAABJA/x5rTVgTP_u8/s400/ship" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (In my dream, I saw myself on this ship... I think I know where this is at ... ah... that's between me and my God )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was just reading a recent post of my friend’s: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mla-crownofglory.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-will-take-forever.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It will take Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Talking about dreams... there's this saying from a certain Asian guy that says, "Who looks outside, dreams, Who looks inside awakens". And another that mentions one of the three things in life that are never certain, "Dreams".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream a lot... you may say, I'm a dreamer. I am. I have dreams for my family, for myself and most of all, I dream that someday,  I will arrive at the place and dwell in the house of my Heavenly Father forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually speaking, according to Bryan Carraway, in his article, “A Theological Look at Spiritual Dreams”, dreams are one of the most overlooked forms of communication used by God. The Word of God consistently reveals God as speaking to people through this universally experienced and mysterious phenomenon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord uses dreams for a variety of purposes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to warn global leaders of future events. (Gen. 41:1-8)- to provide revelation to His prophets Num. (12:6)- to warn us against certain decisions. (Matt. 27:17-19)- to reveal His divine destiny for our lives. (Gen. 37:5-8)- to answer our recent petitions and prayers. (I Kings 3:5-15)&lt;br /&gt;Acts 2:17 confirms that God continues to use dreams as a means of communication in the New Testament age. Since this is the case the question must be asked, "Are all dreams from God?" Are we to wake up every morning looking for some hidden, spiritual message in our dreams? The answer is no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dreaming is a natural physiological function that is common to every human being and is necessary for maintaining adequate mental and emotional health. If one is deprived of REM sleep (the sleep cycle at which dreaming occurs) for a substantial length of time the person can incur serious medical and mental complications. So while most of our dreams are just the result of natural human functioning, every Christian needs to be aware that sometimes God uses this natural function in a supernatural way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When to know a dream is from God, i.e. a "spiritual dream," and when it's just a natural dream can sometimes be hard to discern. No doubt it's a very subjective experience but most of us have had the feeling that some dreams are not like the rest. The images linger, the emotions are strongly affected, and we get this feeling that what we just experienced is a message from above; a message that needs explanation. When we do receive a spiritual dream they are usually one of three types. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Warning Dream - This type is meant to warn us about some future attack from the enemy or some difficult time ahead. This could be a warning about a friend, spouse, or child. These are given so that we might pray and intercede for the individual. Often times the calamity is not decreed from above and through prayer the hardship can be avoided. Example from Scripture: Abimelech warned not to sleep with Abraham's wife. (Gen. 20:3-7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Confirmation Dream - This dream simply confirms that what you believe to be true about a person or situation is in fact true. This type of dream is used to give you the emotional impetus to act on what you already know to be true but have thus far been unresponsive towards. Example from Scripture: Pilate's wife's dream confirming that her husband should release Jesus from custody. (Matt. 27:17-19) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Prophetic Dream - A dream which reveals the future concerning yourself, another individual, a nation, etc. Example from Scripture: As a 17 year old, Joseph dreamt about his future place of honor and high governmental service. (Gen. 37: 5-8) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spiritual dreams are God's sole prerogative, so we must always be ready. When they do come we need to quickly record them and then begin to pray for the interpretation. Spiritual dreams when heeded, keep us in the will of God and remind us that we do indeed serve a God who knows us intimately and who takes the time to speak to His children individually for our own safety and care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As for me, I consider it as a gifting. God speaks to me in my dreams. Having to discern a dream takes confirmation in my spirit and His word. Yet, oftentimes, God reveals Himself to me through a prophetic dream, just before an event in my life happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are simple, yet, they give me hope and encouragement. Most of all, my dreams are from within, which God, Himself, the dream giver establishes.  Lastly, my dreams are always certain, knowing that they are from the Father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-4273088410111109415?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4273088410111109415/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=4273088410111109415&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/4273088410111109415?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/4273088410111109415?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-about-dreams.html" title="What about... DREAMS?" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SMh68aJIcHI/AAAAAAAABJA/x5rTVgTP_u8/s72-c/ship" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cCQXYzcCp7ImA9WxRSEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-219863314774880541</id><published>2008-09-03T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:11:00.888-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-10T19:11:00.888-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems" /><title>Did Jesus Use a Modem?</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SL8xxNtbpwI/AAAAAAAABI4/4CiDq9_A5Ts/s1600-h/computer-bible[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241963212846114562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SL8xxNtbpwI/AAAAAAAABI4/4CiDq9_A5Ts/s400/computer-bible%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have heard this poem once recited on air at my favorite christian radio station. I thought I'd share this. It's a simple poem, yet points out to the realities of how much modern, high-tech world eats up most of our time rather than having an intimate fellowship with our God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God bless you as you read this poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooo00000ooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Jesus use a modem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the Sermon on the Mount?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did He ever try a broadcast fax,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To send His message out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did the disciples carry beepers,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As they went about their route?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did Jesus use a modem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the Sermon on the Mount?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Paul use a laptop,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With lots of RAM and ROM?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were his letters posted on a BBS,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Paul.Rome.Com?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did the man from Macedonia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Send an E-Mail saying "Come?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did Paul use a Laptop,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With lots of RAM and ROM?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Moses use a joystick,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the parting of the Sea?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a Satellite Guidance Tracking System,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To show him where to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did he write the law on tablets,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or are they really on CD?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did Moses use a joystick,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the parting of the Sea?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Jesus really die for us,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day upon a tree?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or was it just a Hologram,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or Technical Wizardry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you download the Live Action Video Clip,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To play on your PC?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did Jesus really die for us,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day upon a tree?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the wonders of this modern age,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made you question what is true?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How a single man, in a simple time,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could offer life anew?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How a sinless life, a cruel death,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then a glorious life again,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could offer more to a desperate world,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Than all the inventions of man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in your life, the voice of God,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is sometimes hard to hear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With other voices calling,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His doesn't touch your ear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then set aside your laptop and modem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all your fancy gear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And open your Bible, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;open your heart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And let your Father draw near. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Authour Unknown~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-219863314774880541?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/219863314774880541/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=219863314774880541&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/219863314774880541?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/219863314774880541?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-jesus-use-modem.html" title="Did Jesus Use a Modem?" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SL8xxNtbpwI/AAAAAAAABI4/4CiDq9_A5Ts/s72-c/computer-bible%5B1%5D.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEDRn87fCp7ImA9WxdaEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-132559494197461224</id><published>2008-08-19T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:44:37.104-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-19T18:44:37.104-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends and Families" /><title>Pastor Dudley's visit</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our church was priviledged to have with us, Pastor Dudley Rutherford of Shepherd of the Hills Church, USA last Sunday, August 10th. Pastor Dud's visit was made possible by the grace of God and the efforts of my very dear friends, Rodel and Maryann Concha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Dud, you were a blessing!!!! Come back again and be assured that you have a family here in Bacolod, Philippines praying for you! God bless you and your ministry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5V6HOpHTBc&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-132559494197461224?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/132559494197461224/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=132559494197461224&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/132559494197461224?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/132559494197461224?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/pastor-dudleys-visit.html" title="Pastor Dudley's visit" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IMSHw9fSp7ImA9WxdaEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-2752494711423570458</id><published>2008-08-11T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:59:49.265-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-20T09:59:49.265-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts..." /><title>Servanthood in the Workplace</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SKENKwLu9SI/AAAAAAAABIw/l7JcdWkOzss/s1600-h/nursework.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233478720365196578" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SKENKwLu9SI/AAAAAAAABIw/l7JcdWkOzss/s400/nursework.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My being a nurse can be exhausting, frustrating, and degrading at times.  Please don’t get me wrong.  I am talking about some things that I encounter in the workplace that I often  find difficult to deal with:  co-workers and subordinates, doctors, nursing procedures that I have to perform for the first time, among others.  By the time I begin an eight-hour rostered shift, chances of me getting a break in between is not possible.  Meal breaks are usually done at the end of the shift!  You don’t find me sitting down once I am on the move.  Not that I don’t like what I am doing.  Nursing is one of the best things that ever happened to me.  I love being a nurse but the cost of being one is what’s stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Division, tension, conflict;  I encounter them in the workplace, a hostile environment for me as a christian.   My mission is to portray Christ without stepping over the line of professional standards.  Yet, it’s not easy.  My weapon is to consistently be in prayer and  to make a decision daily to &lt;strong&gt;“love and serve”&lt;/strong&gt; others.  If I remember that God himself assigned me my workstation, I will desire to do my best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the message my husband delivered during the yearly banquet for Operation Care Ministry earlier this year.  There were several keys that he mentioned that made a significant impact in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stressed that &lt;strong&gt;if we want to find leaders in our midst, we find them among those with a servant’s heart.  &lt;/strong&gt;That’s an incredible thought.   In church, I see them with smiling faces all the time while going diligently about their work.  I  never hear them complain and criticize others.  They usually do the menial tasks.  Yet, they work hard with excellence in whatever they are doing, without expecting anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want to be a servant, be available.&lt;/strong&gt;   In 2 Timothy 2:4, it says, “No soldier in active service entangles himself in the affairs of everyday life, so that he may please the one who enlisted him as a soldier”.  A soldier is always ready to jump into service when called on. Being a servant means giving up the right to control your schedule and allowing God to interrupt it whenever He needs to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Servants are always on the lookout for ways to help others and always sensitive to others’ cries.&lt;/strong&gt;  When we see a need,  let’s try to seize the moment to meet it, just as the Bible commands, Galatians 6:10 “Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers”.  When God puts someone in need right in front of us, He is giving us the opportunity to grow in servanthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We do our best with what we have.&lt;/strong&gt;  If we have a servant’s heart, we don’t make excuses, procrastinate, or wait for better circumstances. Servants never say, “One of these days” or “When the time is right.” They just do what needs to be done. Ecclesiastes 11:4 “Whoever watches the wind will not plant; whoever looks at the clouds will not reap”.(NIV) If we wait for perfect conditions, we will never get anything done.  God expects us to do what we can, with what we have, wherever we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We don’t choose the kind of work we want to do.&lt;/strong&gt;  In Colossians 3:23 it says, “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men”.   The size of the task is irrelevant. The  only issue is, does it need to be done?  If we want to excel, we don’t chose a work that’s convenient for us.  It is in these small services that we grow like Christ.   In the scriptures we notice that Jesus specialized in menial tasks that everyone else tried to avoid: washing feet, helping children, fixing breakfast, and serving lepers. Nothing was beneath him, because he came to serve. It wasn’t in spite of his greatness that he did these things, but because of it, and he expects us to follow his example (John 13:15).  Small tasks often show a big heart.  Great opportunities often disguise themselves in small tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Servants are faithful to their work. &lt;/strong&gt; Servants finish their tasks, fulfill their responsibilities, keep their promises and complete their commitments. They don’t leave a job half undone. They don’t quit when they get discouraged. They are trustworthy and dependable. Many people don’t know the meaning of commitment. These days, commitments are often too lightly made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Servants displays humility.&lt;/strong&gt;  Servants don’t promote or call attention to themselves. Instead of acting to impress and dressing for success, they “put on the apron of humility, to serve one another” (1 Peter 5:5, TEV). If recognized for their service, they humbly accept it but don’t allow the recognition to distract them from their work.  We must have a submissive spirit toward our employers, doing what we are asked to do without complaining or criticizing, building their trust in us. When we show we can be fully trusted, we "make the teaching about God our Savior attractive" (Titus 2:10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Corinthians 15:58 Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always  give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is  not in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God shaped us for service, not for self-centeredness. Without a servant’s heart, we  will be tempted to misuse our giftings and abilities for personal gain.  Having a servant’s heart will reveal the depth of our maturity and it is seen in our life. The measure is our willingness to serve.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our faith must be real, not fake. We must be honest and truthful, sincere in our desire to let the light within us shine for Christ in the workplace. If we are serving others as Christ would do, opportunities to share our faith will come. If we continue in prayer and in His Word, He will guide us as we bring the Good News into the workplace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can portray Christ and raise the standards in the workplace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-2752494711423570458?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2752494711423570458/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=2752494711423570458&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/2752494711423570458?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/2752494711423570458?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/servanthood-in-workplace.html" title="Servanthood in the Workplace" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SKENKwLu9SI/AAAAAAAABIw/l7JcdWkOzss/s72-c/nursework.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMGSHc6eCp7ImA9WxdUFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-4015888402041342523</id><published>2008-08-01T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:00:29.910-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-01T19:00:29.910-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting" /><title>Enjoy Harmony in Your Home - Part IX</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SJO_lfrCMEI/AAAAAAAABIY/2DRJLNIQr3I/s1600-h/particles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229734243185340482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SJO_lfrCMEI/AAAAAAAABIY/2DRJLNIQr3I/s400/particles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bust clutter&lt;/strong&gt;. Rid your house of clutter that’s causing stress in your environment. Rather than trying to tackle a big job all at once and becoming overwhelmed, schedule small bits of time to regularly work on getting rid of clutter, room by room, until your whole house is organized. Prepare for your work by having trash bags, storage bins, etc. on hand. Eliminate what you don’t want, need, or use. Concentrate on what you use, need, and care about. For every item you handle, ask: “When is the last time this was used, worn, or played with?”, “Does it deserve space in our home? If it weren’t here, what would be here instead?”, “Are there memories attached to it?” and “What will I do with it – fix it, sell it, store it, toss it, or donate it?” Be sure to follow through on your decisions promptly to avoid second thoughts; put objects you’ve chosen to keep in their proper places and drop off donations and take out trash soon after de-cluttering. Set deadlines for your work to stay on track. Every time a new items comes into the house, take an old item out to make room for it. Think and pray about why you’ve accumulated too much stuff in the first place, and how you can avoid cluttering your house with more stuff in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-4015888402041342523?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4015888402041342523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=4015888402041342523&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/4015888402041342523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/4015888402041342523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/enjoy-harmony-in-your-home-part-ix.html" title="Enjoy Harmony in Your Home - Part IX" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SJO_lfrCMEI/AAAAAAAABIY/2DRJLNIQr3I/s72-c/particles.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cFSHkyeCp7ImA9WxdVGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-4123822219605464796</id><published>2008-07-24T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:10:19.790-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-24T21:10:19.790-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family Recipe Favorites" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts..." /><title>Tilapia deadly than bacon?  You gotta be kidding me!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SIlKlyJ0kDI/AAAAAAAABHo/MTv270-mZAQ/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226790855518752818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SIlKlyJ0kDI/AAAAAAAABHo/MTv270-mZAQ/s400/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Steamed Tilapia with lemon-butter sauce, a few spurts of mayo and pickled relish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two nights ago, I was in the company of great and wonderful friends composed of couples involved in different ministries in our church. As usual, the women talked about the daily grind of motherhood, wife to our husbands, other than attending to our careers. Our favorite topic is food, of course, and seems that recipes are always and forever exchanged, trying out new formulas and acquiring newfangled tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised, however, when one of our men mentioned that Tilapia (sometimes referred to as sunshine snapper, cherry snapper, Nile Snapper and St. Peter's fish since it is thought to be the fish St. Peter caught in the Sea of Galilee, tilapia has been farmed in Israel for about 2,500 years) is more deadly, more fattening, and more dangerous to eat than bacon! You gotta be kidding me! My favorite protein-rich fish is deadly? I was fumed by this thought! How is that possible? I have been eating Tilapia all my life and I’m hearing this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dedicated to find out more about this shocking news for this has really saddened me. Eliminate this favorite of mine from my diet and you'll find me marching down the street along with other freedom fighters! This is outrageously insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tilapia is a freshwater fish that is abundantly cultured in the Philippines. They are also now being introduced in the southern regions of the United States and other tropical areas such as Hawaii. They are sold live, fresh and frozen — whole and fillets. The fine-tasting meat typically is white, although the meat of red skinned tilapia may have a reddish tint. A most agreeable fish, tilapia is great on the grill, broiled, baked, pan-fried or stir fried. In addition to its versatility, pleasant flavor and low calorie count, the retail price of tilapia remains reasonable in comparison to other seafood, thanks to the efficiencies of modern aquaculture. Tilapia also is known for taking on many of the flavors of the ingredients it’s cooked with. For example, cooking in a stir-fry with soy sauce and veggies gives it an Asian flair. Many cooks even combine it with "fruity" flavors such as cherries or lemons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wonder if researchers at Wake Forest University are second-thinking the wisdom of their statement that "the inflammatory potential of hamburger or pork bacon is lower than the average serving of farmed tilapia."&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand, it certainly got the attention of the press. Hundreds of blogs and news outlets immediately ran with the obvious headline: Tilapia worse than bacon! Then, all the health experts had to go on record, saying how ridiculous it was to suggest that bacon is a better choice than tilapia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, the researchers were simply pointing out that all fish are not nutritionally equivalent and that the American Heart Association's blanket recommendation to eat more fish in order to reduce risk of heart disease may be overly general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear a lot about fish being a good source of omega-3 fats, which are anti-inflammatory and are thought to be a hedge against heart disease. But we usually don't hear much about the omega-6 content of fish. Omega-6 fats are pro-inflammatory and are generally thought of as "bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, some fish, such as salmon, are very rich in omega-3, where are others, such as tuna, grouper, and snapper, contain much less. More importantly, though, certain fish, especially farmed catfish, tilapia, and salmon have very high levels of omega-6 fatty acids, including a particularly inflammatory omega-6 called arachidonic acid. (This is likely due to the vegetable-oil enriched diet fed to farmed fish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of the most commonly eaten fish (tuna, farmed tilapia, and farmed catfish) actually contain more omega-6 than omega-3 fatty acids. And (drumroll, please) some of the tilapia sampled for this particular study contained more arachidonic acid (and less omega-3) than bacon or hamburger. Which is how they ended up with the statement, "the inflammatory potential of hamburger or pork bacon is lower than the average serving of farmed tilapia."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I would agree with that statement. However, I think I'd stop short of promoting bacon as a healthier choice. Although it may be lower in arachidonic acid, it's a whole lot higher in fat and calories. Excess calories can easily lead to fat storage which leads directly to inflammation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's keep this all in perspective here, shall we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Bacon, while perhaps not directly inflammatory, is high in fat and calories (not to mention sodium) and should probably be enjoyed in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fish is a great source of high quality protein and can be a good source of beneficial omega-3 fats-- good for the heart! &lt;br /&gt;3. If you're eating a lot of farmed tilapia and catfish (especially if you're doing so in an attempt to reduce your risk of heart disease) there are other fish that are probably better choices, such as wild salmon, sardines, and others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my verdict? I’ll eat my Tilapia, steamed, and enjoy the benefits it gives to my body… only in moderation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-4123822219605464796?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4123822219605464796/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=4123822219605464796&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/4123822219605464796?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/4123822219605464796?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/tilapia-deadly-than-bacon-you-gotta-be.html" title="Tilapia deadly than bacon?  You gotta be kidding me!" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SIlKlyJ0kDI/AAAAAAAABHo/MTv270-mZAQ/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYEQHo_cSp7ImA9WxdVGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-683595619853072013</id><published>2008-07-24T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:31:41.449-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-24T19:31:41.449-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting" /><title>Enjoy Harmony in Your Home - Part VIII</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SIk638MP21I/AAAAAAAABHg/KlFH8ijmI4o/s1600-h/fam+eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226773575264885586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SIk638MP21I/AAAAAAAABHg/KlFH8ijmI4o/s400/fam+eating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Create healthy meals and fun mealtimes.&lt;/strong&gt; Aim to plan and cook healthy, delicious meals for your family regularly, and to enjoy eating those meals together as often as possible. Involve each family member in planning menus for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Then post the menus in a prominent place, and shop for all the ingredients in advance. Have everyone pitch in to help prepare the meals as much as possible; assign everyone a job (even young children can help wash fruit and vegetables or set the table). Make eating together a high priority; try to arrange your schedules around eating at least dinner together whenever you can. Ask each other questions to encourage interesting and positive conversations at the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-683595619853072013?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/683595619853072013/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=683595619853072013&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/683595619853072013?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/683595619853072013?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/enjoy-harmony-in-your-home-part-viii.html" title="Enjoy Harmony in Your Home - Part VIII" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SIk638MP21I/AAAAAAAABHg/KlFH8ijmI4o/s72-c/fam+eating.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4FQ3Y4eCp7ImA9WxdVFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-8789970118986068159</id><published>2008-07-20T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T04:48:32.830-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-21T04:48:32.830-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Daily Miracles" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Videos" /><title>Christian the Lion</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://videos.komando.com/2008/06/26/christian-the-lion/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVNTdWbVBgc&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I’ll bet you’ve never seen a pet like the one in this Video of the Day. In 1969, two friends, John Rendall and Ace Berg, purchased a lion. At the time, Christian the lion was a 35-pound cub. He had been born in a zoo. The friends raised Christian in their London home. All three hung out in a friend’s furniture shop on the weekends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Within a year, Christian had grown to 185 lbs. Rendall and Berg realized they couldn’t keep him much longer. But they didn’t know what to do with him. A chance encounter changed that. Two actors from the film Born Free walked into the furniture store.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The actors recommended a conservationist, George Adamson, living in Kenya. Christian was soon in Africa. There he was rehabilitated and released into the wild. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;In 1974, Rendall and Berg decided to visit Christian one last time. He was now a wild animal. Adamson told them it was doubtful that Christian could be found. No one had seen him in nine months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The two flew to Kenya, anyway. On the day they landed, Christian appeared outside Adamson’s camp. Somehow, he knew. He waited outside the camp until Rendall and Berg arrived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;This video was taken during their reunion with Christian. What a story! What a video!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-8789970118986068159?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8789970118986068159/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=8789970118986068159&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/8789970118986068159?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/8789970118986068159?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/christian-lion.html" title="Christian the Lion" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08GQn88fip7ImA9WxdVFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-8932916916806883983</id><published>2008-07-05T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:43:43.176-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-18T18:43:43.176-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nursing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts..." /><title>COLD White Walls and Shiny Floors</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SHAW_eNKOdI/AAAAAAAABHY/2qE90MYx-bY/s1600-h/aah_jrnl_20061018_surgical_Photo10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SHAW_eNKOdI/AAAAAAAABHY/2qE90MYx-bY/s400/aah_jrnl_20061018_surgical_Photo10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219697247818234322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(What shall the future hold?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My thoughts about nursing in a foreign land away from home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soon will there be long hours of walking, long walks of caring&lt;br /&gt;When the sun sets, the shiny floors, everyday will I stride&lt;br /&gt;With medical supplies, in my hand I shall cautiously grasp,&lt;br /&gt;My long hair twisted in a bun, tied with a net, sheltered with a cap.&lt;br /&gt;There’s no time to sit, my busy hands never go empty&lt;br /&gt;A peek of my sunken eyes, will they ever grow sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;As I stroll by the white walls, in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I wished, I was home with you that day!&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just a glimpse of a one long night,&lt;br /&gt;Attending to a client, his eyes, so deep.&lt;br /&gt;With an IV line on his left, his height about six feet.&lt;br /&gt;So strong a physique, now frail, lazy and weak.&lt;br /&gt;If he smiles, will mine eyes turn misty?&lt;br /&gt;For I know not the extent I will long for thee.&lt;br /&gt;Swiftly I shall turn away, with cold tears,&lt;br /&gt;unfathomable what may surround me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I shall take his vital signs, his cold hands held unto mine&lt;br /&gt;With moist eyes, while I take his pulse rate&lt;br /&gt;Like the ocean waves, rhythmically,&lt;br /&gt;I shall flow with his heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;What may I know but of this man I know not?&lt;br /&gt;What’s with the man that I feel in my gut?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love, will I hold you beyond the day’s tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Will &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you still be, for we have vowed and said forever?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah, somber mystery of this man’s eyes unspeaking&lt;br /&gt;Is that a mirror of an enigma,&lt;br /&gt;Of &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;life’s love with my spouse?&lt;br /&gt;Why, where has this left mine heart seeking?&lt;br /&gt;For I know the secret since the world has known.&lt;br /&gt;And now, where has this left mine spirit fleeing?&lt;br /&gt;The rite of promises, yet they are all unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Alas!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To the cross, I lay them down, answers He will have shown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-8932916916806883983?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8932916916806883983/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=8932916916806883983&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/8932916916806883983?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/8932916916806883983?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/white-walls-and-shiny-floors.html" title="COLD White Walls and Shiny Floors" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SHAW_eNKOdI/AAAAAAAABHY/2qE90MYx-bY/s72-c/aah_jrnl_20061018_surgical_Photo10.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAMRX8zeyp7ImA9WxdWEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6007019474335221660.post-1657868992818226906</id><published>2008-06-05T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T04:19:44.183-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-05T04:19:44.183-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts..." /><title>Wheelchairs for free</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;I was privileged of having to take part of giving away 30 wheelchairs to recipients around Bacolod City.  For more details, please click &lt;a href="http://bccbikthus.wordpress.com/2008/05/26/free-wheelchairs/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SEidxtnA8SI/AAAAAAAABG4/vnS2BO7kQFg/s1600-h/wheeltire.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208586446436364578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SEidxtnA8SI/AAAAAAAABG4/vnS2BO7kQFg/s400/wheeltire.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208586772853879090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SEieEtnA8TI/AAAAAAAABHA/Wb115WcHHgw/s400/wheelchair01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007019474335221660-1657868992818226906?l=jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1657868992818226906/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6007019474335221660&amp;postID=1657868992818226906&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/1657868992818226906?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6007019474335221660/posts/default/1657868992818226906?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jensnursingchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/wheelchairs.html" title="Wheelchairs for free" /><author><name>P 31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10080846415527971673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="30" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw1pvDNRqK0/TnwTp06MhdI/AAAAAAAABwM/QgHuhJ5oKlg/s220/pro5-1.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YiQRLORJHxw/SEidxtnA8SI/AAAAAAAABG4/vnS2BO7kQFg/s72-c/wheeltire.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

