<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766585377518942995</id><updated>2024-09-21T18:11:52.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Restoring Hearts. Renewing Minds....</title><subtitle type='html'>Do you feel unloved and unworthy because of negative things that happened to you in the past? I once did too...&#xa;But despite the problems you’ve faced in life, you are a beautiful, powerful, valuable creation of God. Yes, you! You can still live a happy, healthy life -and it begins today with renewing your heart and being courageous enough to boldly, yet patiently, overcome the traumas of your past! But the question is: are you really ready to change?&#xa;&#xa;**Follow this blog by clicking below...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>**Myckelle P. Williams**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567565772817841872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbBeOLHmqWWBgP9dL0E9Q9aC0svQgiNd3IX0KkXtBmcuDI53mtHDQgpYstTDiMdNrHS0sAwJaPvap0-Dg4bsm0zLPm0EQ_I0dC9rPMEbuaocgBW8b5muahVVhOrFb9A/s220/me1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766585377518942995.post-4707027752658344096</id><published>2013-11-04T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-11-07T19:58:15.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Yourself the Gift of &quot;NO&quot;!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Learning When to Walk Away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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As we begin to create our fall schedules, a few of us are surprised in realizing just how many activities that we have piled on our plate. Many times we really have good intentions when we take on these extra activities, and want to be nice, helpful, ‘good Christians’, but we find ourselves burdened with more responsibilities than we are able to handle, which results in getting burned out and overwhelmed in the process. God does not call us to commit to &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;, nor help &lt;i&gt;everyone &lt;/i&gt;out there. He says that there is a time for everything, (Eccl. 3:1-8) and that we should also most importantly use wisdom in making decisions. (Pro. 4:7)&lt;br&gt;
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In Matthew 11: 28, Jesus says, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and &lt;strong&gt;I will give you rest&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find &lt;strong&gt;rest &lt;/strong&gt;for your souls. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my yoke is easy and my burden is light&lt;/em&gt;.” So if you are constantly stressed, and feel &lt;em&gt;no rest&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;no peace&lt;/em&gt; in your daily life and activities, then somewhere you are out of line with your priorities in the Body of Christ.&lt;br&gt;
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If Jesus came to your home tonight for only one hour, what would he see? A life of chaos and commotion, or a peaceful place in which he feels welcome? How would you want to spend that hour with him? Running around handling business, on the computer or phone, or focused on sitting at his feet, learning, absorbing, loving on Him, and questioning Him about all the issues of life? It’s time to starts scheduling your life as if Jesus is already the center attraction and living as if he indeed the main priority.&lt;br&gt;
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The best gift that we can give to ourselves and others is the gift of NO. Learning when not to do something, even if its ministry or helping someone out. Learning to set boundaries and limits, turn down requests, and listening to God’s voice on whether or not to even undertake a project in the first place will save us a lot of stress in the long run. It’s better to do one thing at 100%, than give five things 25%, because you are not doing anyone any favors running on an empty tank of gas! Then when you get burnt out and overwhelmed, you end up not getting anything accomplished at all.&lt;br&gt;
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It is &lt;strong&gt;not God’s Will &lt;/strong&gt;that we become another man’s SOURCE. If someone is coming to you for every problem and constantly need help (and despite what advice and assistance you always give them, they seem to always end up in the same predicament), then that is a sign that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;are their source rather than God. It is not our job to take the place of God in anyone’s life, nor to get in God’s way when he is dealing with someone who may be in rebellion. This is why it is so important to seek Him first, before you make any important decisions when dealing with others.&lt;/div&gt;
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those Christians who only wants to hear positivity and encouragement, and never
want to be challenged where your flesh is concerned, then you may want to skip
to another blog piece...Perhaps Joel Osteen has some light, pleasant motivation
for today on his blog. This piece, however, isn’t going to raise those “feel
good” mushy Christian feelings that will leave us excited and inspired. Rather,
this article may bruise some egos and bristle some feathers, and some may even feel
defensive and angry, and not even finish reading… but in my spirit, I felt led
to write it anyway, and some things here just need to be said…and if you decide
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/broken-promises.html#more&quot;&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2112239729978444824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/broken-promises.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/2112239729978444824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/2112239729978444824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/broken-promises.html' title='BROKEN PROMISES'/><author><name>**Myckelle P. Williams**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567565772817841872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbBeOLHmqWWBgP9dL0E9Q9aC0svQgiNd3IX0KkXtBmcuDI53mtHDQgpYstTDiMdNrHS0sAwJaPvap0-Dg4bsm0zLPm0EQ_I0dC9rPMEbuaocgBW8b5muahVVhOrFb9A/s220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2syuM_Zght5uQCWKQuBrciZVoUokrhhL8cXKsf2fSmVX5yGqVrpAPFzTSRqsNFoFjRb80i08Pr6xxXRvmoYh433noefrqd3xpErNLDVtpcgHUNOjPS-DaYo6IYleFIyo9m9eblAumJyA/s72-c/broken_promises.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766585377518942995.post-216149294317578878</id><published>2013-05-02T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-02T19:35:11.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart2Heart: The Kisses of an Enemy are Deceitful....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Faithful are the wounds of a friend, &lt;br&gt;But the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;-Proverbs 27:6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What is a &amp;quot;Friend&amp;quot;? &lt;br&gt;
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Many of us have our own interpretation on what a friend represents, but what is it to&lt;u&gt; you&lt;/u&gt;? Is it someone you can tell your secrets to? The co-worker that you see daily and talk over lunch? A friend from school that you share classes with? A loving boy/girlfriend who whispers sweet words in your ear? A buddy that you go out drinking with on Friday nights? What happens when the intimate bond between you is suddenly broken...or worse yet: &lt;em&gt;betrayal occurs&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;br&gt;
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There have been tons of people over my lifetime who have claimed to &amp;#39;love&amp;#39; me, and be my true friend. They have pledged allegiance to me and my family, and told me that they &amp;#39;had my back&amp;#39; through &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;.  Unfortunately, what I noticed is that many of these people were quick to turn on me when either I didn&amp;#39;t let them have something they wanted, or disagreed with them in any way. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;Before that point, I am the most wonderful person ever. But in times of conflict, when I upset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; &amp;#39;friends&amp;#39;...Oh Boy, I experienced true wrath! Suddenly, to anyone who will listen, I am &lt;em&gt;fake&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;em&gt;hypocrite&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;em&gt;bi**h, a n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;on-Christian&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;&amp;#39;think I&amp;#39;m perfect&amp;#39;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&amp;#39;know everything&amp;#39;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;I have thus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;discovered a startling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;revelation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;he true test of friendship lies in experiences of &lt;em&gt;adversity&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;and &lt;em&gt;conflict.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/the-kisses-of-enemy-are-deceitful.html#more&quot;&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/feeds/216149294317578878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/the-kisses-of-enemy-are-deceitful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/216149294317578878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/216149294317578878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/the-kisses-of-enemy-are-deceitful.html' title='Heart2Heart: The Kisses of an Enemy are Deceitful....'/><author><name>**Myckelle P. Williams**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567565772817841872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbBeOLHmqWWBgP9dL0E9Q9aC0svQgiNd3IX0KkXtBmcuDI53mtHDQgpYstTDiMdNrHS0sAwJaPvap0-Dg4bsm0zLPm0EQ_I0dC9rPMEbuaocgBW8b5muahVVhOrFb9A/s220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKR1xn7xHtJBOUYsqlP02SalZU0y4Vj3NNCeZnb0I_awTaxOOodAp_eucruzpQu171Vw4VqT0BVWm0fY-8gUP0Wbcx5WjlF5WXNTvdQtayaiAO8Zxuk_2si995mF4Uh0qPpb-C9G9e094/s72-c/blowing20kisses1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766585377518942995.post-9131723411614777364</id><published>2013-05-01T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-05-01T19:06:04.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is She? </title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;What has become of the
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWIKocjVTv_d_maCRJMk42yt5Ja0ecgSLHVYZNSgfr0Um9FbVM06zrJDmKYz4aK6OG7_8029J-bIC_vAiHHquXSz6Q4b-eFmgOWrzCIe2H0jq9Nkinqrc632IqPbQ3x7p701laZh6Up_g/s1600/bakinglady-flickr-020311.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWIKocjVTv_d_maCRJMk42yt5Ja0ecgSLHVYZNSgfr0Um9FbVM06zrJDmKYz4aK6OG7_8029J-bIC_vAiHHquXSz6Q4b-eFmgOWrzCIe2H0jq9Nkinqrc632IqPbQ3x7p701laZh6Up_g/s320/bakinglady-flickr-020311.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;The wife, the mother?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;The helper, the keeper?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;The backbone of families?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Oh, how we still need her!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Where are the women &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Who mended, and tended&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am truly excited about several things that God is doing in my life:&lt;br&gt;
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1) My new book that I released this week, &amp;quot;Choosing the Road Less Traveled,&amp;quot; which chronicles my journey towards Grace and redemption in the midst of trials and an unplanned pregnancy&lt;br&gt;
2) I was admitted to three Universities, and have a few choices to make about the direction that we will be going this summer. I&amp;#39;m still seeking God &lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; that one.&lt;br&gt;
3) The new BLOGTalk Live! Talk show which has caused me to connect with some powerful women in an open format, and blessing me so much with the relationships that are being formed.&lt;br&gt;
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and 4) The Heartwood Project is finally DONE! Which, if you read my previous posts, is a 16 hour life empowerment workshop that is followed up with a 40 day journal that will change generations~! &lt;br&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;John 5:5-9:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;One who was
there had been an invalid for thirty-eight years. When Jesus saw him lying
there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, he asked
him, “Do you want to get well?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;“Sir,” the invalid
replied, “I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred.
While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;Then Jesus said
to him, “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.” At once the man was cured; he
picked up his mat and walked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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..&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;This man had been ill a long time, over 38 years. Jesus came
along and didn’t ask him ‘Awwww…What happened?” nor listen to his story of
hardship. Instead, Jesus immediately asked him, “Do you WANT to become well?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Why did Jesus ask that question? Wouldn’t that be obvious?
Well, not really, when you think about it. Because many of us &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;say&lt;/i&gt; that we want to become well, we ask
others to ‘pray for us” and we have a long story of issues/problems that we
feel come against us. But when others ask us to go to church, or give us steps
to take to get out of the situations that we are in, we make every excuse that
we can…’Well my car won’t work’, ‘I’m too tired to get up and pray.’ ‘I can’t
afford to go where God said.’ Etc. The man in the story gave an excuse first
thing:&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t get down the steps, and
when I try…others get in my way.”&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jesus
didn’t listen to the excuse, instead He simply asked: “&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Do you really WANT to get well?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2013/03/do-you-really-want-to-get-well.html#more&quot;&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5845478900772265053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2013/03/do-you-really-want-to-get-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/5845478900772265053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/5845478900772265053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2013/03/do-you-really-want-to-get-well.html' title='Do you Really Want to Get Well?'/><author><name>**Myckelle P. Williams**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567565772817841872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbBeOLHmqWWBgP9dL0E9Q9aC0svQgiNd3IX0KkXtBmcuDI53mtHDQgpYstTDiMdNrHS0sAwJaPvap0-Dg4bsm0zLPm0EQ_I0dC9rPMEbuaocgBW8b5muahVVhOrFb9A/s220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWxhyphenhyphenTNLEdKYZ3JUO-9ayDlu_tbjr_uFMflvRVACHtGH8zGJwpRZUw49qzkfwI2JYqk0tupUq-J6o9H5oGNhOEC1-M1vcYm6ug2aT5p94YAPJ3vR375ohAxcWcCxZS37FPBn2DlS9_-4/s72-c/The_cross______by_Sara1970.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766585377518942995.post-3735439804777288839</id><published>2013-03-28T23:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2013-11-07T19:59:29.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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It&amp;#39;s HERE!!~My First Book ;)*&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;small-caps&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-variant: small-caps;&quot;&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text&quot;&gt; Jeremiah 29:11 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When God creates us, he has a Vision in mind.
As Jeremiah 29:11 states, he has PLANS for us. He sees in us what we fail to
see in ourselves. He sees what we are going to be, not what we are. And
everything He does during our upbringing is for the purpose of growing us into
what we are meant to be. The end result is what God sees from the time he
placed us in our mother’s womb. And all of the talents, gifts and abilities
that he placed in us are there to help accomplish the &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Purpose&lt;/span&gt; that He
has for our lives. Eventually, it is intended to prosper us, give us hope, and
a future! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This book is my own unique journey of a road
less traveled—but perhaps, one that is not so uncommon as I at one time
believed. I share how I survived a teenage pregnancy, and overcame generational
dysfunction, to raise a more stable next generation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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of you have all at one time had high aspirations, and dreams of becoming a ‘successful’
person in life. You take classes, attend seminars and read countless ‘self
help’ books that tell you how to ‘get rich quick’, create a business that will
earn 6 figures in a matter of months. You search desperately for a great
partner, and find yourselves drawn into the same types of toxic relationships, dealing
with the same issues and drama in each new relationship.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You try to find creative ways to get out of
debt, and can’t seem to get rise above a certain income level no matter how
hard you work. You soon become tired of being in the same place year after
year, with seemingly no way out of what seems like a ‘dead end’ life. You
wonder why you seem to be wandering in circles, seemingly on an endless quest
to have a prosperous future, but it always seems to elude you…frustratingly always
just &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;right beyond&lt;/i&gt; your grasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2013/03/what-prevents-you-from-reaching-your.html#more&quot;&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6795013941462295668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2013/03/what-prevents-you-from-reaching-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/6795013941462295668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/6795013941462295668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2013/03/what-prevents-you-from-reaching-your.html' title='What Prevents You from Reaching Your ‘Promised Land”?'/><author><name>**Myckelle P. Williams**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567565772817841872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbBeOLHmqWWBgP9dL0E9Q9aC0svQgiNd3IX0KkXtBmcuDI53mtHDQgpYstTDiMdNrHS0sAwJaPvap0-Dg4bsm0zLPm0EQ_I0dC9rPMEbuaocgBW8b5muahVVhOrFb9A/s220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRSpf5nZmVauIAiIr8opl0O8WdiWP5ERCx8uIdYp7KlxRFCx-782mjtXcBKDnYU3o5U7FSztpy69Ur6ZbnVtCmPW-Rq-Umdgz3rXoEIK3BUEiN_9LKKMkVu3oWod5I-AADsQnrFwElBU/s72-c/Woman-Traveling-Alone-1-1000x500.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766585377518942995.post-6579679759465307158</id><published>2013-02-15T00:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-03-31T00:51:17.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward…and Leaving Condemnation Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;
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don&amp;#39;t know if I continue, even today, always liking myself. But what I learned
to do many years ago was to forgive myself. It is very important for every
human being to forgive herself or himself because if you live, you will make
mistakes- it is inevitable. But once you do and you see the mistake, then you
forgive yourself and say, &amp;#39;Well, if I&amp;#39;d known better I&amp;#39;d have done better,&amp;#39;
that&amp;#39;s all.&amp;quot;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Maya
Angelou &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The definition of Sin is “&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Missing
the Mark&lt;/i&gt;.” Whether intentional or unintentional, sin in our lives &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;separates&lt;/i&gt; us from God and makes it
difficult to obtain (blocks) the full blessings that He has waiting for us. The
bible consistently mentions the importance of scrutinizing and examining our
own (&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;not everyone else’s&lt;/i&gt;) conduct and
works, and checking for any areas that may not be under subjection to the
spirit. In today’s times, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;sin&lt;/i&gt; seems
to be a dirty word, but realistically, if we want to be healed, we are to
recognize it exists, and constantly evaluate whether or not we have sinful
behavior lingering in our lives…areas that we are missing God’s mark in.
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2013/03/moving-forwardand-leaving-condemnation.html#more&quot;&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6579679759465307158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2013/03/moving-forwardand-leaving-condemnation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/6579679759465307158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/6579679759465307158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2013/03/moving-forwardand-leaving-condemnation.html' title='Moving Forward…and Leaving Condemnation Behind'/><author><name>**Myckelle P. Williams**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567565772817841872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbBeOLHmqWWBgP9dL0E9Q9aC0svQgiNd3IX0KkXtBmcuDI53mtHDQgpYstTDiMdNrHS0sAwJaPvap0-Dg4bsm0zLPm0EQ_I0dC9rPMEbuaocgBW8b5muahVVhOrFb9A/s220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtY8NM8Sjwpb5iHN2GTZ80e-MY6DB1K0-KAajXury-YnX3Hx-ahDxF0FYjJF_cikAxCQ1pIMK-UM1xVy6UhYzSWKmygrnsAY76aXYnw66UfV0ybSr3CijxGNpudwMiXr2UuldPrJPyNCw/s72-c/black-woman-looking-in-the-mirror.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766585377518942995.post-6381847545599429684</id><published>2013-02-01T00:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-03-31T01:00:17.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Storm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I
planted, Apollos watered, but God [all the while] was making it grow and [He]
gave the increase.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;~
1 Corinthians 3: 6&lt;br&gt;
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When seeds are planted, they first need to be watered, and then the planted
must wait during several seasons, giving the young seedling a chance to take
root, and grow. Usually a harsh winter precedes spring, and once the snow has
melted, the young sprouts make their way through the dirt. Although sometimes
we withstand storms in our own life, eventually the result will be fruit that
is born to impact the next generation...if we allow it to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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our home in a fire, had our cars repossessed, and got stranded in a foreign
land (Memphis, Tennessee) with no help from anyone, having been taken advantage
of by a family member, who was also a pastor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flashback:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This year has truly been eye opening! A year of both triumphs, heartache, joys and pain. A few of the highs: We were blessed with our second grandchild, and reminded that we are creating a legacy and the daily things that we do are making an impact for the next generation. BLOG Magazine closed out its first year with an awesome team of beautiful women that have learned how to respect and love one another despite our differences, and I successfully completed another semester of college towards my degree. On the other side; we were also challenged in the area of our marriage, one of our children straying and going wayward, and endured deceitful attacks through extended family. The enemy knows the power we have as a family, and again sought through our challenges to &amp;#39;divide and conquer&amp;#39;...one of the oldest tricks in the book.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Announcement:&lt;/strong&gt; We were again not moved! When the enemy attacks us, we simply dig our heels in and discover New Ways to use the experience to minister to others. With every obstacle in life, you can either cave in, cry and whine &amp;quot;why me&amp;#39; or you can counterattack the enemy and use the experience as a lesson learned, grow with it, and make it into a testimony to share with others going through something similar!!&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Leap&lt;/b&gt; (lep)&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;v.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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As I prepare to launch B.L.O.G. Magazine tonight at midnight, I realize that this is a &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;LEAP year&lt;/i&gt;! And like the definition states, I’m feeling an abrupt shift, a rapid transition, a &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;change&lt;/i&gt; in state and place that is occurring &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;this very day&lt;/i&gt;. Not only because it’s a year different than other years in that there is an extra day thrown in for the purpose of keeping the Calendar consistent, but this Leap year has special meaning for me. The past four years (since the economic crash of 2007-2008) have brought discomfort, pain and grief into my life on so many levels. We lost businesses, homes, cars, and family members lost their health and fell away.  Although still involved in ministry, I inwardly felt as though God had abandoned me. I thought things were looking up and we had an opportunity to do great things and move to Tennessee, that plan fell through and we were left even worse off than before. It seems that like the Israelites, we were doomed to wander in the Wilderness.  &lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-leap-year-2012.html#more&quot;&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2691645309878082865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-leap-year-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/2691645309878082865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/2691645309878082865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-leap-year-2012.html' title='HAPPY LEAP YEAR 2012!!'/><author><name>**Myckelle P. Williams**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567565772817841872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbBeOLHmqWWBgP9dL0E9Q9aC0svQgiNd3IX0KkXtBmcuDI53mtHDQgpYstTDiMdNrHS0sAwJaPvap0-Dg4bsm0zLPm0EQ_I0dC9rPMEbuaocgBW8b5muahVVhOrFb9A/s220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidSIf0Yj0tRiXG6BEcBF4MSJXdxeyg2O4dSI9rYd4WHaaZJdW_F0_83-RVdCPKkNK7YV_Dv0h2u6voFjt_vPvDFI5t_Ia8t01VYFI80qTjTnyq4d2ZLMOBqCuuJLmyrN1TYHIAFQgo7Z8/s72-c/leaping-woman.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766585377518942995.post-4818009337625036949</id><published>2011-10-18T12:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:47:35.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In God we Trust?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the United States of America. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;and to the republic, for which it stands...One Nation, Under GOD, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indivisible...with Liberty and Justice for all.&amp;quot;~ Francis Bellamy, 1892&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;We teach every child these words: &lt;i&gt;but do we live by them?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;In America, it seems that we no longer desire to Stand as One nation...under God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;Over the past 50 years, we have made a conscious decision to slowly turn away from God. We forcibly and systematically have fought to push God out of school, government, courts, politics, etc., in the name of &amp;#39;Separation of Church and State.&amp;#39; We have even considered no longer calling America a &amp;#39;Christian Nation,&amp;#39; recommended removing &amp;#39;In God we Trust&amp;#39; from dollar bills, and contemplated forming alliances with those who worship other gods..in the name of &amp;#39;peace&amp;#39; (and oil/money). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;If we look throughout biblical history, we must know that embracing these behaviors eventually result in the destruction of the people who do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;..Yet we still look for His blessings on this Nation! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;I do find it interesting, though, that when tragedies occur, we are surprised, and look to God as if He has abandoned/forsaken us. For example, after September 11th Trade Center Attacks, you couldn&amp;#39;t FIND a seat in the church, and people who had never prayed before were rushing to thier knees. I also noticed that there were people who cursed God as thier loved ones perished, questioning Him, and asking him &lt;i&gt;&amp;#39;Where were you when  ----  died? All those innocent people who had to suffer. Where was GOD through this tragedy?&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-god-we-trust.html#more&quot;&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4818009337625036949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-god-we-trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/4818009337625036949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/4818009337625036949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-god-we-trust.html' title='In God we Trust?...'/><author><name>**Myckelle P. Williams**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567565772817841872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbBeOLHmqWWBgP9dL0E9Q9aC0svQgiNd3IX0KkXtBmcuDI53mtHDQgpYstTDiMdNrHS0sAwJaPvap0-Dg4bsm0zLPm0EQ_I0dC9rPMEbuaocgBW8b5muahVVhOrFb9A/s220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZFnrGMPRMkDQszmxKFOx73AIfccOuoMYEeZ3iXNRgKvypbjRxi0Qp51Rg_5aEYVwEK-c867f8Gs7S6eI_Q1my8ej37S1-gjJh8bGQGFXbCbHZC3wxSRsVfKXmV2PJfYAWnJQuZ82JEW0/s72-c/New-York-Statue-of-Liberty-Print-C1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766585377518942995.post-8755669662544071257</id><published>2011-08-16T15:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:49:16.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Thing....Pregnant!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;For I know the plans I have for you,&amp;quot; says the LORD. &amp;quot;They are plans for  good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.&amp;quot;~ Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
SO...I finished all of my Summer college classes!! *CHEER*&lt;br&gt;
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I excelled in all four subjects and ended the semester with Straight &amp;#39;A&amp;#39;s~ 4.0 GPA Baby!! *Cabbage Patch*&lt;br&gt;
*Running Man*  *Butterfly* ...(Yeah, Yeah I&amp;#39;m old school.. lol) &lt;br&gt;
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I have been on a slight high, and motivated to do more. What I recently decided was that I am going to go for my Masters and get a heavier load for fall...15 units instead of 12 so that I can finish more quickly. I am even shooting for Honors Classes so that I can get the best scholarships available. Shouldn&amp;#39;t be hard with my GPA. *pops collar* suddenly, I am understanding what God means by &amp;quot;Hope for the Future&amp;quot;. He desires us to overcome, excel and have faith that He will work it all out in the end. And He makes the plans, not us. He already knows what he has in mind for us the moment we enter this earth, and places within us the means to succeed in it.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-thingpregnant.html#more&quot;&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8755669662544071257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-thingpregnant.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/8755669662544071257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/8755669662544071257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-thingpregnant.html' title='A New Thing....Pregnant!!'/><author><name>**Myckelle P. Williams**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567565772817841872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbBeOLHmqWWBgP9dL0E9Q9aC0svQgiNd3IX0KkXtBmcuDI53mtHDQgpYstTDiMdNrHS0sAwJaPvap0-Dg4bsm0zLPm0EQ_I0dC9rPMEbuaocgBW8b5muahVVhOrFb9A/s220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmfSK-dmjgWIieMP5AUGew3zabaNx82nMWRWBZXWdBF2MOt2gFI5H1sttU4nDYR9WA_lRIsoL5GrgL8eMKNFgWDuHfShKT1mNa_kfzATGk1OE4sqKO2sAF7qnv2_YFs15mbhDEWDJQhw/s72-c/pregnant.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766585377518942995.post-420198546632521398</id><published>2011-07-10T18:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T19:01:14.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING Cleaning!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;MsoHyperlink&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: windowtext; font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;This entire past month we took time to travel across country. We started in Statesboro, went to Atlanta, then to Wyoming, Denver, New Mexico, Las Vegas, then finally California.  It was so wonderful to spend the extra time with the kids and allow them to see the countryside. We got to visit old friends, and reconnect with family that we hadn’t seen in years.  We also just enjoyed Gods creation.  We went through the Rocky Mountains and marveled at the Waterfalls, we saw deserts, plains and valleys. We experienced rain, hail, and extreme heat, sometimes all in one day!  The experience showed us that God may eventually move us again, or require us to go outside of our ‘Comfort Zone’, but we are to be okay with that. We have discovered over this past year that we are more adaptable than we ever knew, and so are our children. As long as we are doing His work, it doesn’t matter if we are called to go to the North Pole. Our furniture and things have been in storage for a year, and now we are accustomed to living out of boxes and in small spaces.  We have prayed for a home, but he won’t let us get comfortable. He wants us to go out and touch the world and change lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Genesis 12:1-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;, serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;, serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt; The LORD had said to Abram, “Go from your country, your people and your father’s household to the land I will show you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;, serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt; &lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; “I will make you into a great nation, &lt;br&gt;
   and I will bless you; &lt;br&gt;
I will make your name great, &lt;br&gt;
   and you will be a blessing.&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+12&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-301a&quot; title=&quot;See footnote a&quot;&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; I will bless those who bless you, &lt;br&gt;
   and whoever curses you I will curse; &lt;br&gt;
and all peoples on earth &lt;br&gt;
   will be blessed through you.”&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+12&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-302b&quot; title=&quot;See footnote b&quot;&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;, serif; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Abraham was instructed to go away from the land that he lived in with his family, and find a new place to settle.  A place where God would bless him, and his family, and make his name great.  I can relate to the fear and anxiety of being called to a new environment, (maybe even one less favorable than the one he was already in), and having to uproot your life and family and step out on faith.  It’s the story of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Over the past year, our lives have changed dramatically. On a word from God, we went from a comfortable life in Atlanta, to a cramped, financially strapped existence in Tennessee. Our initial purpose was to come here and start a Youth Program, called LOL (Light of Life) Youth Empowerment Organization. Of course, that project had its complications due to greed and bad choice of partners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/spring-cleaning.html#more&quot;&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/feeds/420198546632521398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/spring-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/420198546632521398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/420198546632521398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/spring-cleaning.html' title='SPRING Cleaning!!'/><author><name>**Myckelle P. Williams**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567565772817841872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbBeOLHmqWWBgP9dL0E9Q9aC0svQgiNd3IX0KkXtBmcuDI53mtHDQgpYstTDiMdNrHS0sAwJaPvap0-Dg4bsm0zLPm0EQ_I0dC9rPMEbuaocgBW8b5muahVVhOrFb9A/s220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpWTejVfCcb3bC-0Hxkg44jcIR3Ikq55NY44SMzc-0aDncS0oP8wLqvJPRYKMyQWx_n-CMaI6lgzjwvOMtngDRpTzZRf1a8aAZl_C-OWeZKWmrIAKZkzlgpToiaF5CDBAkJ037jEw-COE/s72-c/Spring+cleaning.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766585377518942995.post-1199509898361980844</id><published>2011-05-31T17:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2013-03-31T18:39:42.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace and Mercy...even for the &#39;Christian&#39;!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Jesus went unto the mount of Olives. And early in the morning he came again into the temple, and all the people came unto him; and he sat down, and taught them. And the scribes and Pharisees brought unto him a woman taken in adultery; and when they had set her in the midst, They say unto him, Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act. Now Moses in the law commanded us, that such should be stoned: but what sayest thou? This they said, tempting him, that they might have to accuse him. But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;as though he heard them not. So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt; And again he stooped down, and wrote on the ground. And they which heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;He         straightens up again, and speaks to her. &amp;#39;Where are your accusers?&amp;#39; he         asks. &amp;#39;Has no-one seen fit to condemn you?&amp;#39; She simply answers &amp;#39;No-one,         sir.&amp;#39; &amp;#39;Then I do not condemn you either&amp;#39; says Jesus. &amp;#39;Go on your way, and do not         sin anymore.&amp;#39;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This story always causes me to deeply reflect, and  examine my heart when it comes to sin. It is a very well-known, familiar  story, but whenever I read it, It still causes me to sit back and take a  look at my own actions and realize that none of us are above judging  ourselves. It is not just the story of some, but of all of us. I&amp;#39;m especially talking to fellow Christians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This week in one of our family bible studies, a young man proceeded to talk about adultery. He said that adultery was a sin on the top of God&amp;#39;s list of hates. He claimed that it makes you unacceptable in the eyes of your spouse and God, and that it is hugely immoral. What he said seemed as if it made sense, and many of the listeners probably agreed with him, understandably. But I just felt there was something missing in His theory...at the time, I couldn&amp;#39;t put my finger on it....and then later I realized...it was &amp;#39;&lt;i&gt;Grace&lt;/i&gt;&amp;#39; and &amp;#39;&lt;i&gt;Mercy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;#39;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Grace and Mercy are &lt;i&gt;two different things&lt;/i&gt;. Grace is when you get something you &lt;b&gt;don&amp;#39;t&lt;/b&gt; deserve, like a unexpected blessing or gift. Mercy is when you don&amp;#39;t get something that you &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; deserve, like a &amp;#39;get out of jail free&amp;#39; card when you&amp;#39;ve done wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/grace-and-mercyeven-for-christian.html#more&quot;&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1199509898361980844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/grace-and-mercyeven-for-christian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/1199509898361980844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/1199509898361980844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/grace-and-mercyeven-for-christian.html' title='Grace and Mercy...even for the &#39;Christian&#39;!'/><author><name>**Myckelle P. Williams**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567565772817841872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbBeOLHmqWWBgP9dL0E9Q9aC0svQgiNd3IX0KkXtBmcuDI53mtHDQgpYstTDiMdNrHS0sAwJaPvap0-Dg4bsm0zLPm0EQ_I0dC9rPMEbuaocgBW8b5muahVVhOrFb9A/s220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdAIs-tFh0j1nYySxNw1QkdoeZEuugieyIoaDImrKDpkxRpv-oD6oySm6dp2zjomptiVsOQHbJ1M8dBpv48wRxAyYTBh9PrdeAzW5fMrdIK3j3e7nKmdNUY25lSaI_81A1U8BS726FhE/s72-c/woman_9.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766585377518942995.post-6502292915637694181</id><published>2011-05-28T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:56:31.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Strawberry Shortcake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;#39;For I know the plans I have for you,&amp;quot; declares the LORD,  &amp;quot;plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.&amp;#39; Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;When I was growing up, I would read huge books, write novels, and make up characters, and act them out. In the fourth grade, I was tested and determined to have a 12th grade reading level. I was placed in gifted classes, and went to Montessori school at one point. I would create board games from scratch, put together detailed ‘school plans’ and stay up for hours into the night, making fake school lessons. (replicating each page dozens of times, because I had no copier) Its pleased me to see people take something I had put together and learn something. I spent lots of time alone and to me it make no sense.  I loved to tell long stories, and hear long stories. People would get aggravated with my endless questions &amp;quot;and then what happened? And how did you LOOK while you said that to her? What was her response?&amp;quot; I loved to paint mental pictures. I spent alot of time alone in isolation, but it gave me time to develop my imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I constantly read books and among my favorite was Helen Keller, and usually other stories of people who had difficult upbringing and overcame the odds. I loved Strawberry Shortcake (I owned everything from her clothing to every toy that came out to the point where my Grandmother called me &amp;#39;Strawberry Shortcake&amp;#39; sometimes), Pippi Longstocking, and Annie... all examples to me of independent children who lived on their own and were happy and thrived. Why was I drawn to these stories? Perhaps because in my own life I spent alot of time alone, raising myself, and was unknowingly soon to overcome great challenges. I used those stories to give me strength. How did I know I would eventually write scripts and teach drama, and work with girls and women in a teaching capacity, helping them to overcome their own temptations and challenges?. When I was younger, making my &lt;b&gt;own plans&lt;/b&gt;, I said I wanted to be a Veterinarian, but God had other &lt;b&gt;plans for me&lt;/b&gt;. I always said ‘Anything but a teacher!” Sometimes the last thing you think you want to do, is right where God places you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-miss-strawberry-shortcake.html#more&quot;&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6502292915637694181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-miss-strawberry-shortcake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/6502292915637694181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3766585377518942995/posts/default/6502292915637694181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myckelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-miss-strawberry-shortcake.html' title='Little Miss Strawberry Shortcake...'/><author><name>**Myckelle P. Williams**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567565772817841872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbBeOLHmqWWBgP9dL0E9Q9aC0svQgiNd3IX0KkXtBmcuDI53mtHDQgpYstTDiMdNrHS0sAwJaPvap0-Dg4bsm0zLPm0EQ_I0dC9rPMEbuaocgBW8b5muahVVhOrFb9A/s220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWE3Qhq-CyjqzUuPgnvnXdxV78GVpNgjVdhvgHKIGblb1qNiScv1UUENbuxlsCytXKwk6TkeK22pt6DW_KZnaxaynWEGhro5dYqC_XmpjYz-1AzgVcNAgQ9D-Wxh2T13HBcsr8t_-xK8/s72-c/strawberry-shortcake.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3766585377518942995.post-4708839192521000526</id><published>2011-05-28T11:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:57:05.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Progress....through the Wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyPIzyWK1kIkGSirnKh20yIvrMf7FyjEd5O7Ox0p8kVq3X61xjhvcnFQk_Dnmvuoj5r_20AzfXUalvn8gap-MsVVXJzn0xKx1tuoACv3rwq6Ap0AdADHZMHQWoHwgM6TKWb5_MVucMcA8/s1600/heartwoodlogo.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;270&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyPIzyWK1kIkGSirnKh20yIvrMf7FyjEd5O7Ox0p8kVq3X61xjhvcnFQk_Dnmvuoj5r_20AzfXUalvn8gap-MsVVXJzn0xKx1tuoACv3rwq6Ap0AdADHZMHQWoHwgM6TKWb5_MVucMcA8/s400/heartwoodlogo.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;br&gt;
Here is the completed Logo for my new Program, &lt;b&gt;&amp;#39;The Heartwood Project&amp;#39;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
...Aint it beautiful?&lt;br&gt;
What I love about it, is that it shows the heart of the tree, the roots, the branches and growth all at once. It&amp;#39;s perfect! The entire program is designed to help others learn how to cut off the &amp;#39;dead roots&amp;#39; of their past, re-generate new roots, and cultivate a healthy legacy for themselves and the next generation. The entire seminar will be done in a &amp;#39;gardening&amp;#39; context, which will make it fun and interactive. At the same time, you will be required to &amp;#39;dig up&amp;#39; some painful things that you will be able to &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; overcome...for good, if you complete the entire course...which goes on for 40 days afterwards.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I can just about &lt;b&gt;guarantee&lt;/b&gt; that it will be truly life-changing for those who attend!  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿In Memory of Patricia Lyle Smith: My 1st Substitute Mother...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Mothers Day, I was truly grieved. Of course, I kept on the smiles, and pretended to be fine...but this is a blog, right? So...I have to write my inner feelings. Hopefully this will help someone else. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want to say that all Mothers dont deserve celebration just because they gave birth. I know this may sound rude and controversial...but t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here are some of us that grew up without hugs, kisses, affection, love, feelings of worth and acceptance....some of us who had mothers who were in the clubs and in the streets, and on drugs, and allowed all sorts of vile things to happen to thier children. Some of us who were not protected by the ones who were supposed to protect, or help by the arms designed to hold. Some who never looked out into the audience at a play or game and saw thier mother sitting there, proudly smiling and cheering them on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Some of us to whom Mother&amp;#39;s Day has a whole nother meaning. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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I noticed on my schedule last week that they had me scheduled for a meeting on Sunday morning. I promptly went to my supervisor and let her know tht I would not be able to attend the meeting, and that it is already stated on my default that I cant work Sundays. She asked me why, and I explained. At that point nothing else was said. &lt;br&gt;
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Monday, then I came in, three managers pulled me aside and asked why I wasnt at the meeting.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hyp·o·crite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
[hip-uh-krit]   &lt;br&gt;
–noun &lt;br&gt;
&lt;em&gt;1. a person who pretends to have virtues, moral or religious beliefs, principles, etc., that he or she does not actually possess, especially a person whose actions belie stated beliefs. &lt;br&gt;
2. a person who feigns some desirable or publicly approved attitude, especially one whose private life, opinions, or statements belie his or her public statements. &lt;br&gt;
or the sake of your tradition.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;
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I am so sick of hypocrites!! ~They give us Christians a BAD Name! &lt;br&gt;
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Would it surprise you to discover that Jesus didn&amp;#39;t like hypocrites either? Not only were they insincere, He said, but they made a mockery of true faith and brought disgrace to it.&lt;br&gt;
JESUS CHRIST did not mince words when it came to religious hypocrisy. That, more than anything else, is what got Him killed. His death was a staged assassination by a few religious hypocrites who The Lord was very effectively exposing to the people under their authority.&lt;br&gt;
In fact, some of Jesus&amp;#39; strongest words were directed at people who claimed to follow God but in reality weren&amp;#39;t obeying Him but were selfish and unloving and evil. On one occasion, He boldly condemned some of the religious leaders of His day with these words: &amp;quot;On the outside you appear to people as righteous but on the inside you are full of hypocrisy and wickedness&amp;quot; (Matthew 23:28). God knows our hearts and minds, He was reminding them - and nothing is hidden from Him.&lt;br&gt;
Jesus: &amp;quot;..you have made void the word of God. You hypocrites!... &amp;#39;This people honors Me with their lips, but their heart is far from Me; in VAIN do they worship Me, teaching as doctrines the precepts of men.&amp;#39;&amp;quot; (Matthew 15:1-9 RSV)&lt;br&gt;
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Jesus was so straight up and direct, he was eventually killed for speaking against them. (Although we know he purposely laid down His life, thier intentions at the time were obviously to &amp;#39;silence&amp;#39; him)&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;This past Friday in our family bible study, we discussed controlling our mouths. This is important for those who profess to be &amp;#39;Christians&amp;#39; on Sunday&amp;#39;s, but Monday thru Saturday say whatever comes out of thier mouths, no matter how hateful, disrespectful, or rebellious.&lt;br&gt;
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The Bible warns that believers who do not bring restraint to their tongue and speech have been deceived — and without such control over their words, their religious acts are worthless and hypocritical. &lt;em&gt;“If anyone among you thinks he is religious, and does not bridle his tongue but deceives his own heart, this one’s religion is useless” &lt;strong&gt;(James 1:26)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; It is a deception for any of us to think that Jesus can be Lord over our life, without also becoming Lord over our tongue.&lt;br&gt;
……&lt;em&gt;So too, though the tongue is a small part [of the body], it boasts great things. Consider how large a forest a small fire ignites&lt;/em&gt; (James 3:5).&lt;br&gt;
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What I have learned too is that the more you start to operate in the &amp;#39;Fruits of the Spirit&amp;#39; of Galatians, you will feel the need less and less to live by the flesh. It is hard to Break old habits, but easier when you REPLACE them with new habits. &lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;How many times have we heard the words &amp;quot;Im Grown!&amp;quot; From some young person, as they disrespect an elder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;or even some grown person who uses it to justify thier outlandish behavior. If you are truly GROWN, as you state.. you shouldnt need to declare it to everyone who will listen. It should be obvious in the way you walk, talk, act, and carry yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;Let&amp;#39;s get it straight: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;There is a big difference between being &amp;#39;Grown&amp;#39; and being &amp;#39;Mature&amp;#39;! You HAVE to grow up (older) due to time passing, but Maturity is gained by Wisdom, Self-Control, and doing the Right thing: even when no one us looking! &lt;strong&gt;QOTD:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you a Real Woman/Man...or still just a big KID!? I see alot of 30-50 year old who are still immature, and have seen some teens who are respectful, mature, and extremely wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;See...most time it&amp;#39;s the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;people who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;love to say &amp;#39;Im &amp;#39;grown&amp;#39;&amp;#39; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;hat are still behaving like 6 year olds:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;Throwing temper tantrums, lying, and gossiping even well into their 30&amp;#39;s and 40&amp;#39;s. How can we expect the next generation to learn what it is to be mature if we don&amp;#39;t role model it ourselves!? WE have grown men who refuse to work, sit around playing video games all day, and allow themselves to be supported by the women in thier lives. I know women who leave thier kids home and party at the club, dress younger than thier teen daughters, and fight in the streets like female hoodlums at 40. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;npst&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 15.75pt; margin: 9pt 0in; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #001320; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;From the time I was young, I have felt the hand of the Lord on my life. Although I wasn’t raised around Christians, God always seemed to send Godly people along my path.  I felt that His hands were always there, leading and guiding me, even when I didn’t want to be led or guided...even through my teen rebellious years.  At age 18, I was basically homeless and pregnant, with a one year old, and went to live with a white family, who taught me about the Lord, and showed me love. It was my own personal ‘Different Strokes’ story. These people initially were strange to me- they sang, talked, walked and lived for Jesus. I had never seen or experienced anything like them. Their love enveloped me, and they totally accepted me, regardless of what I did. They patiently answered my many questions about God and His ways, and  for 6 months they were there...all the way through the birth of my daughter, to my wedding day. And I knew the entire time that God had orchestrated the whole thing. And still I asked...&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Why me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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