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And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://a-mikhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://a-mikhaila.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747442854504463913/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>*~Sasha~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524172932474564464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SFnsbLb0YZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3mQWjrFkdHs/S220/10040165.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/theEtherealRealm" /><feedburner:info uri="theetherealrealm" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AHQnw5eSp7ImA9Wx5QGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747442854504463913.post-5886220878742878215</id><published>2010-09-07T10:44:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:42:13.221+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-07T14:42:13.221+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="~Angel's Breath~ {This Love that found me}" /><title>Love found me</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/TIWzYcX4vhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dsl0CdSQylU/s1600/lonely+child.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514010551299653138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/TIWzYcX4vhI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dsl0CdSQylU/s400/lonely+child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When I'm alone, when I'm down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When I'm in trouble, where there is no sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It seems all so hopeless, it seems so unfair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Is there an answer? I'm unaware &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I fall on my knees, I said a little prayer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hoping that the Jesus I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Would show me when and where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I listen and I wait, hearing nothing but the air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't keep on running, there's just so much to bear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Where can I find meaning, I have lost my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Where can I find reason, the strength to live this day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I search beyond the mountain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I look deep in the sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wish that I found something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I wish that I found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514010555771264594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/TIWzYtCAHlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/R7eyktas93Y/s400/waterdrops+-+hopeless...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As I open my eyes, tears fell down my cheek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I saw that dusty big old book, once gave light to things I seek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Remembering the good and the bad times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I thought I was alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The words: "I gave My life for you, child"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;on that rugged tree of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514010558797398930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/TIWzY4TfQ5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/iEBYufPKHaA/s400/yes-jesus-loves-me-mark-spears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Love gives me the meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Love shows me the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Love gives me the reason, the strength to live this day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Love beyond the mountain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;deeper than the sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Love gives me that something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This love has found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514010530802998834" style="DISPLAY: block; 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She said, I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'What's wrong, are you well?' she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,' I responded. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Just the two of us.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She thought about it for a moment, and then said, 'I would like that very much...' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on... She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, 'she said, as she got into the car. 'They can't wait to hear about our meeting'. We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips., &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,' she said. 'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor,' I responded. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We talked so much that we missed the movie... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.' I agreed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'How was your dinner date?' asked my wife when I got home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,' I answered. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have time to do anything for her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An attached note said: 'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you, son.&lt;/strong&gt;' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: 'I LOVE YOU!' and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. 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You grow old because you stop laughing."- Michael Pritchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"The best thing to give to your enemy is forgiveness; to an opponent, tolerance; to a friend, your heart; to your child, a good example; to a father, deference; to your mother, conduct that will make her proud of you; to yourself, respect; to all men, charity."- Benjamin Franklin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." - Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain but it takes character and self control to be understanding and forgiving."- Dale Carnegie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"People are just about as happy as they make up their minds to be."- Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."- Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Better keep yourself bright and clean. You are the window through which you must see the world."- George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Be absolutely determined to enjoy what you do."- Gerry Sikorski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Be the change you wish to see in the world"- Ghandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Better to live one year as a tiger than one hundred as a sheep." - Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"The art of being yourself at your best is the art of unfolding your personality into the man you want to be. Be gentle with yourself, learn to love yourself, to forgive yourself, for only as we have the right attitude toward ourselves can we have the right attitude toward others."- Wilfred Peterson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384904545731963010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SrsGJ2W9aII/AAAAAAAAAWM/Wtxd11Dtfns/s400/Galaxy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Love all, trust few. Do wrong to no one." - William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"No act of kindness, however small, is ever wasted."- Aesop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"The most basic of all human needs is the need to understand and be understood."- Ralph Nichols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first."- Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"There's only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that's your own self."- Aldous Huxley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Kind words do not cost much. Yet they accomplish much."- Blaise Pascal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I haven't failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work."- Thomas Edison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"It's not whether you get knocked down, it's whether you get up."- Vince Lombardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"The quality of an individual is reflected in the standards they set for themselves."- Ray Kroc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"The journey of a thousand miles begins with but a single step."- Confucius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"You can't hold a man down without staying down with him."- Booker T. Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Was she so loved because her eyes were so beautiful, or were her eyes so beautiful because she was loved?" - Anzia Yezierska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Nothing is black or white."- Nelson Mandela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. 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A genie appeared and promised to grant each of them just one wish. So the first guy says, “I want to go back to my job with the brokerage firm.” Shazam, he’s back in the office behind his desk. The second guy says, “I’d like to be back in Chicago with my family.” Instantly, he’s zapped back to the Midwest. So the genie turns to the last guy and says, “What’ll it be for you?” He looks around and says, “It’s so lonely here. I wish my friends were back.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Actually, the pain of loneliness is no laughing matter. And, sad to say, there is no magic-genie cure for the loneliness so many of us struggle with. After God created Adam, He said that it is not good for man to be alone and created Eve for companionship and mutual encouragement. So, it’s no wonder that we hurt when we are disconnected from others who could be a source of satisfaction and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yet, in one sense, even the loneliest among us is not truly alone. In fact, Jesus not only assures us of His presence but can empathize with the agony of our loneliness. He was brutally cast off by His own people, the object of criticism and scorn, abandoned by His best friends in His hour of need, and betrayed by a trusted colleague. Still, in the midst of this loneliness He was not truly alone.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="John 8:29" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%208:29%20;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;John 8:29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;records Christ’s strong confidence in the midst of His standing alone when He says, “The one who sent Me is with Me; He has not left Me alone.” And even though He realized His teaching was rejected by men, He said, “If I do judge, my decisions are right, because I am not alone. I stand with the Father, who sent Me”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="v.16" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%208:16;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;v.16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The only true loneliness is the aloneness of being disconnected from God. When we live disconnected from Him, we scramble to fill the void with food, sex, alcohol, shopping, drugs, or meaningless activity. Many of us will do anything to medicate the emptiness we feel without God. In its advanced stages, this aloneness from God fogs our outlook with a cloud of cynicism until our only response to life is “Who cares?” or “Whatever.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The only real way out is to cling to Jesus, the one who will never leave or forsake us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Hebrews 13:5" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Hebrews%2013:5;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hebrews 13:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and the one who promises to give us life, in fact life more abundantly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="John 10:10" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2010:10;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;John 10:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Maybe we know this, but we’ve been afraid to put all our eggs in the basket of all Jesus has to offer. Maybe our fear is reflected in the words of the poet who wrote, “lest having Him I would have nothing else beside.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But Christ will never let us down. Jesus is certainly no magic genie. He does not exist in a foggy vision only to vanish in a puff of smoke. In fact, it’s just the opposite—we have the assurance that He is constantly with us. Jesus said, in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a title="Matthew 28:20" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2028:20;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 28:20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, “I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Because of this promise, we can trust that God will never leave us stranded alone on the desert island of life without Him, but will satisfy us with His presence and peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373794206257571218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SpONW-gI5ZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/kVVVyUnPGCg/s400/From-Jesus-with-Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Psalm 139:7-10 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7 Where can I go from your Spirit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Where can I flee from your presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if I make my bed in the depths, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20139:7-10;&amp;amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-16248a"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; you are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if I settle on the far side of the sea, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10 even there your hand will guide me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;your right hand will hold me fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Isaiah 49:13-16 (New International Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;13 Shout for joy, O heavens;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;rejoice, O earth;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;burst into song, O mountains!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For the LORD comforts his people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and will have compassion on his afflicted ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 But Zion said, "The LORD has forsaken me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the Lord has forgotten me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;15 "Can a mother forget the baby at her breast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and have no compassion on the child she has borne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Though she may forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I will not forget you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;your walls are ever before me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373794197943096450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SpONWfh0FII/AAAAAAAAAUs/N_dr8OrnD_Y/s400/Even+the+hairs+on+your+head+are+numbered....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Romans 8:35-39 (New International Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;35Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? 36As it is written:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"For your sake we face death all day long;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered."[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%208:35-39;&amp;amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-28138a"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;] 37No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote b" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%208:35-39;&amp;amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-28140b"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;] neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hebrews 13:5 (New International Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Never will I leave you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;never will I forsake you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Hebrews%2013:5;&amp;amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-30231a"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Scriptures imprint:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;• He alone is worthy of our worship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://bible.logos.com/passage/nlt/Habakkuk%202.18-20" target="_blank" lbsreference="Habakkuk 2.18-20NLT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Habakkuk 2:18-20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;• We do not define Him; He defines us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://bible.logos.com/passage/nlt/Romans%201.21-23" target="_blank" lbsreference="Romans 1.21-23NLT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 1:21-23&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;• He is completely sovereign; any lesser view is manmade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://bible.logos.com/passage/nlt/Isaiah%2045.9" target="_blank" modo="false" lbsreference="Isaiah 45.9NLT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 45:9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373794208087945602" style="DISPLAY: block; 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We talk about prayer as if God hears us regardless of what our relationship is to Him (seeMatthew 5:45 ). Never say that it is not God’s will to give you what you ask. Don’t faint and give up, but find out the reason you have not received; increase the intensity of your search and examine the evidence. Is your relationship right with your spouse, your children, and your fellow students? Are you a "good child" in those relationships? Do you have to say to the Lord, "I have been irritable and cross, but I still want spiritual blessings"? You cannot receive and will have to do without them until you have the attitude of a "good child." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373457805693182370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SpJbZ4vkYaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/3483u2uuAbE/s400/Jesus+loves+Jesus+saves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mistake defiance for devotion, arguing with God instead of surrendering. We refuse to look at the evidence that clearly indicates where we are wrong. Have I been asking God to give me money for something I want, while refusing to pay someone what I owe him? Have I been asking God for liberty while I am withholding it from someone who belongs to me? Have I refused to forgive someone, and have I been unkind to that person? Have I been living as God’s child among my relatives and friends? (see Matthew 7:12 ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373457796490692146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SpJbZWdhhjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/OGBSDlYaw3E/s400/Jesus+love+%26+fruits+of+the+Holy+Spirit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a child of God only by being born again, and as His child I am good only as I "walk in the light" ( 1 John 1:7 ). For most of us, prayer simply becomes some trivial religious expression, a matter of mystical and emotional fellowship with God. We are all good at producing spiritual fog that blinds our sight. But if we will search out and examine the evidence, we will see very clearly what is wrong— a friendship, an unpaid debt, or an improper attitude. There is no use praying unless we are living as children of God. Then Jesus says, regarding His children, "Everyone who asks receives . . ." 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{The Prince of Egypt - When You Believe}" /><title>Ashira I'Adonai...</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;{Taken from "When You Believe" ~ The Prince of Egypt}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343698779771847602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SiihumL9Q7I/AAAAAAAAATM/im9GUJJUaB0/s400/DeliverUs_pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Many nights we've prayed&lt;br /&gt;With no proof anyone could hear&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts a hopeful song&lt;br /&gt;We barely understood&lt;br /&gt;Now we are not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Although we know there's much to fear&lt;br /&gt;We were moving mountains&lt;br /&gt;long before we knew we could&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343698784074933938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/Siihu2N5JrI/AAAAAAAAATU/_j3oNIxbxJA/s400/poeblend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Miriam (chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzipporah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this time of fear&lt;br /&gt;When prayer so often proved in vain&lt;br /&gt;Hope seemed like the summer birds&lt;br /&gt;Too swiftly flown away&lt;br /&gt;Yet now I'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;With heart so full&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Seeking faith and speaking words&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam and Tzipporah (chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343698776847124162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SiihubSphsI/AAAAAAAAATE/e7dG4Jywelw/s400/193631~The-Prince-of-Egypt-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hebrew Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-shir-ra i'a-do-nai ki ga-oh ga-oh&lt;br /&gt;(I will sing to the lord for he has triumphed gloriously)&lt;br /&gt;A-shir-ra i'a-do-nai ki ga-oh ga-oh&lt;br /&gt;(I will sing to the lord for he has triumphed gloriously)&lt;br /&gt;Mi-cha-mo-cha ba-elim adonai&lt;br /&gt;(Who is like You, oh Lord, among the celestial)&lt;br /&gt;Mi-cha-mo-cha ne-dar-ba-ko-desh&lt;br /&gt;(Who is like You, majestic in holiness)&lt;br /&gt;Na-chi-tah v'-chas-d'-cha am zu ga-al-ta&lt;br /&gt;(In Your Love, You lead the people You redeemed)&lt;br /&gt;Na-chi-tah v'-chas-d'-cha am zu ga-al-ta&lt;br /&gt;(In Your Love, You lead the people You redeemed)&lt;br /&gt;A-shi-ra, a-shi-ra, A-shi-ra.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews (Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;Now you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam and Tzipporah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;/span&gt; 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{Terminator Salvation}" /><title>The HEART...is the ONE Thing which Makes ALL the Difference...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SidtcWdO-NI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lENgD5Ln30I/s1600-h/terminator_salvation_poster8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343359816730343634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SidtcWdO-NI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lENgD5Ln30I/s400/terminator_salvation_poster8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Each time, prior to my venturing to the cinema theatre to watch a film, I will pray and ask the Holy Spirit to open my heart and unlock my mind that I may discern the message which God wants to imply to me via that particular film... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343356559294596994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SidqevkCB4I/AAAAAAAAASc/AMsm5pz-Ht8/s400/terminator_salvation_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Everyone deserves a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"What is the difference between humans and machines?"&lt;br /&gt;"It is something which cannot be programmed..."&lt;br /&gt;"It is...a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Strong Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"And...it can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be erased, or taken away..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343359820355840482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/Sidtcj9nqeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/u1diMHFw2NQ/s400/terminatormotionposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;May you also hear the whisper of God to you via everything you do...in your everyday life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ God bless much... +&lt;br /&gt;&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/8747442854504463913-3675910485200390574?l=a-mikhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then he poured smaller pebbles into the jar to fill the spaces between the rocks. “Is it full now?” “Yes,” said someone else. “Oh, really?” He then filled the remaining spaces between the rocks and stones with sand. “Is it full now?” he asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“Probably not,” said another, to the amusement of the audience. Then he took a pitcher of water and poured it into the jar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329302396573314530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SfV8Szhj7eI/AAAAAAAAASM/3BYHenMPj5Q/s400/Tequila+sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“What’s the lesson we learn from this?” he asked. An eager participant spoke up, “No matter how full the jar is, there’s always room for more.” “Not quite,” said the leader. “The lesson is: &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to get &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; in the jar, you must &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Always&lt;/span&gt; put the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jesus proclaimed a similar principle in the Sermon on the Mount. He knew that we waste our time worrying about the little things that seem so urgent but crowd out the big things of eternal value. “Your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things,” Jesus reminded His hearers. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But seek&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kingdom of God&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His righteousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; these things shall be &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;added&lt;/span&gt; to you”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Matt. 6:32-33).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329302394236236754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SfV8Sq0W89I/AAAAAAAAASE/AA0f2SU7AKo/s400/Sunrise+-+farm.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What are you putting first in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dennis J. De Haan" href="http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/Dennis-J-DeHaan.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dennis J. De Haan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make It Practical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;• Always pray before planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;• Always love people more than things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;• Do all things to please God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329302403194493714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SfV8TMMLGxI/AAAAAAAAASU/5kALYq9YHfc/s400/Yosemite+Falls+morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those who lay up treasures in heaven are the richest people on earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8747442854504463913-4115063359232487558?l=a-mikhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I... S... N... T... F... J... P...  Who Am I...?</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;For ages, those who are close to me have commented that I seem to live in a world of my own, that I am different from the rest...that at times, it is as if I were almost...isolated...or, moreover...severed...from this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327065280568208530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/Se2Jpg-VrJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/0oDNjoAj_gI/s400/Sunrise+at+Cape+Leveque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Through the years, I have come to realise that, most of the time, my values and opinions tend to be diversed...as in,varying...from the views of the general majority. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;For all my life, I have striven hard to try and understand this world, sometimes so overwhelmed by it all that I wish I could just vanish into thin air, or that the Heavenly Father would just call me home then and there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327059158331080594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/Se2EFJ3Qv5I/AAAAAAAAARU/zK74uhRvgpI/s400/Aberdares+Sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I love the world and its people (I truly mean it). Yet...I just feel so out of place sometimes - there are times that I find it difficult to merge into a group and mingle with the others - because during times like that, I will happen to be the odd-one-out: the one who is "different from the rest", the one who is "unique"...whether in thoughts, words or deeds; it makes me feel awkward...I feel like...an alien...Sometimes...the intense feeling of my being an exile in a foreign land can barely be ignored... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327059156102552818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/Se2EFBj8HPI/AAAAAAAAARc/1EKFG8uQ6cw/s400/Rowing+towards+sunrise.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Surfing rather absent-mindedly over the web earlier today, I stumbled upon a questionnaire called &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Myers-Briggs personality test&lt;/span&gt;. The prologue to the test captured my attention, which read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;We all see and act with the world around us in different patterns. This quiz will help you understand your inner self: why you behave or make decisions in certain ways. Whether you're doing research on career paths that match your natural inclinations, trying to understand your relationship with a differently-brained lover, friends, co-workers or family, or just trying to make sense of the world..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Intrigued by the paragraph, I took the test, resulting in as below:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Myers-Briggs personality test&lt;/span&gt; results: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Your personality type is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Introverted (I) 64% Extraverted (E) 36%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Intuitive (N) 73% Sensing (S) 27%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Feeling (F) 80% Thinking (T) 20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Perceiving (P) 59% Judging (J) 41%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Myers-Briggs personality type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Introversion&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;iNtuition&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Feeling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Perception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) is an abbreviation used in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Myers-Briggs Type Indicator" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Myers-Briggs_Type_Indicator"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Myers-Briggs Type Indicator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; (MBTI) publications to refer to one of the sixteen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Personality type" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Personality_type"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;personality types&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;. The MBTI was developed from the work of prominent psychiatrist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Carl G. Jung" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_G._Jung"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Carl G. Jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; in his book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Psychological Types" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychological_Types"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Psychological Types&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, which proposed a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Psychological" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychological"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;psychological&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Typology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Typology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;typology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; based on his theories of cognitive functions. These theories were based on clinical observation, however, rather than the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Scientific method" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scientific_method"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;controlled studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; required for acceptance by the modern field of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cognitive psychology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cognitive_psychology"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;cognitive psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;From Jung's work others developed psychological typologies. Well-known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Personality tests" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Personality_tests"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;personality tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; are the MBTI assessment, developed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Isabel Briggs Myers" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isabel_Briggs_Myers"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Isabel Briggs Myers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; and Katharine Cook Briggs, and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Keirsey Temperament Sorter" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keirsey_Temperament_Sorter"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Keirsey Temperament Sorter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, developed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="David Keirsey" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Keirsey"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;David Keirsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;. Keirsey referred to the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;s as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Healer (Role Variant)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Healer_(Role_Variant)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Healers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, one of the four types belonging to the temperament he called&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the Idealists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The MBTI instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="MBTI" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MBTI"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;MBTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; preferences indicate the differences in people based on the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How they focus their attention or get their energy (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Extraversion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Extraversion"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Introversion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Introversion"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Introversion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;How they perceive or take in information (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Sensing" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sensing"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sensing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Intuition (MBTI)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intuition_(MBTI)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;iNtuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;How they prefer to make decisions (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Thinking" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thinking"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Feeling" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feeling"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;How they orient themselves to the external world (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Judgment" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judgment"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Judgment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Perception" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perception"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Perception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;By using their preference in each of these areas, people develop what Jung and Myers called psychological type. This underlying personality pattern results from the dynamic interaction of their four preferences, in conjunction with environmental influences and their own individual tendencies. People are likely to develop behaviors, skills, and attitudes based on their particular type. Each personality type has its own potential strengths as well as areas that offer opportunities for growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The MBTI tool consists of multiple choice questions that sort respondents on the basis of the four "dichotomies" (pairs of psychological opposites). Sixteen different outcomes are possible, each identified by its own four-letter code, referred to by initial letters. (N is used for iNtuition, to differentiate it from Introversion). The MBTI is approximately 75% accurate according to its own manual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – Introversion preferred to Extraversion: &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;s tend to be quiet and reserved. They generally &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;prefer interacting with a few close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; rather than a wide circle of acquaintances, and they&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; expend energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in social situations (whereas extraverts gain energy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – iNtuition preferred to Sensing: &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;s tend to be more &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;abstract&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;than concrete. They focus their &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;attention on the big picture&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;rather than the details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;, and on future possibilities &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;rather than immediate realities&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – Feeling preferred to Thinking: &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;s tend to rely on a personal, internal sense of right and wrong rather than external, objective criteria. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When making decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, they often give more weight to feelings and&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; social considerations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than to logic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – Perception preferred to Judgment: &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;s tend to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;withhold judgment and delay important decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, preferring to &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"keep their options open"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;should circumstances change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characteristics of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myers-Briggs description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;According to Myers-Briggs, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;s focus much of their energy on an inner world dominated by intense feeling and deeply held ethics. They seek an external life that is in keeping with these values. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loyal to the people and causes important to them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;s can quickly spot opportunities to implement their ideals. They are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;curious to understand those around them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and so are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;accepting and flexible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; except when their values are threatened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Keirsey description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;According to Keirsey, the tranquil and reserved exterior of the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt; masks a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;passionate inner life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Healers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;care deeply&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about causes that &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;interest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them and they often &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;pursue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; those causes with &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;selfless devotion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Occurring in only about &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one percent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the population, &lt;em&gt;Healers&lt;/em&gt; can easily feel &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;isolated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. They value &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;harmony and integrity in human relationships&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, seeking &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;unity of mind, body, and spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but often find these values to be out of step with the more concrete pursuits of the rest of the world. Feeling &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"different,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; they may &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;wonder whether something is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with them. But those differences—an ethical nature, a devotion to ideals, a commitment to harmonious interaction—are in fact some of their greatest strengths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Other descriptions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The polite, reserved exterior of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; can at first make them &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;difficult to get to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. They &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;enjoy conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, however, taking particular delight in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. When &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;s are in a sociable mood, their humor and charm shine through. Disposed to &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;avoid conflic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;t, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;s tend to make pleasant company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Devoted&lt;/span&gt; to those in their &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;inner circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;guard the emotional well-being of others, consoling those in distress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Guided by their desire for harmony, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;prefer to be flexible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; unless their ethics are violated. Then, they become &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;passionate advocates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for their beliefs. They are often able to sway the opinions of others through tact, diplomacy, and an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ability to see varying sides of an issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;s develop these insights through &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;reflection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and they &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;require substantial time alone to ponder and process new information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. While they can be quite &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;patient with complex material&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, they are generally &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;bored by routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Though &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;not always organized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;s are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;meticulous about things they value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Perfectionists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, they may have trouble completing a task because it cannot meet their high standards. They may even &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;go back to a completed project after the deadline so they can improve it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;INFP&lt;/span&gt;s are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; types and often have a gift for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. As &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;introverts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, they may &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;prefer to express themselves through writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Their dominant Feeling drives their desire to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;communicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, while their auxiliary intuition supplies the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Having a talent for symbolism, they enjoy metaphors and similes. They continually seek&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; new ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and adapt well to change. They prefer working in an environment that values these gifts and allows them to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;make a positive difference in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, according to their personal beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cognitive functions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Drawing upon Jungian theory, Isabel Myers proposed that for each personality type, the cognitive functions—sensing, intuition, thinking, and feeling—form a hierarchy. This hierarchy represents the person's "default" pattern of behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Dominant function is the personality type's preferred role, the one they feel most comfortable with. The secondary Auxiliary function serves to support and expand on the Dominant function. If the Dominant is an information gathering function (sensing or intuition), the Auxiliary is a decision making function (thinking or feeling), and vice versa. The Tertiary function is less developed than the Dominant and Auxiliary, but it matures over time, rounding out the person's abilities. The Inferior function is the personality type's Achilles' heel. This is the function they are least comfortable with. Like the Tertiary, the Inferior function strengthens with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Maturity (psychological)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maturity_(psychological)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;maturity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dominant Introverted Feeling (Fi): INFPs live primarily in a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;rich inner world of emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auxiliary Extraverted Intuition (Ne): INFPs engage the outside world primarily with intuition, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;adept at seeing the big picture, sensing patterns and the flow of existence from the past toward the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tertiary Introverted Sensing (Si): This function gives INFPs a natural inclination toward &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;absent-mindedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and makes them &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;more easily distracted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Inferior Extraverted Thinking (Te): This function helps INFPs focus on external details but, being the inferior function, requires the expenditure of greater energy and is not as reliable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later personality researchers (notably Linda V. Berens) added four additional functions to the descending hierarchy, the so-called "shadow" functions to which the individual is not naturally inclined but which can emerge when the person is under stress. For INFP these shadow functions are (in order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Extraverted Feeling (Fe)&lt;br /&gt;Introverted Intuition (Ni)&lt;br /&gt;Extraverted Sensing (Se)&lt;br /&gt;Introverted Thinking (Ti) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I find the resulting description to be rather accurate, and at some points, for the accuracy to be rather frightening, to an extent. However, now that I have managed to discover more about myself and why I behave in certain ways, I resolve to be diligent in improving myself within those areas where I am weak... - particularly, I have to try to reach out and beyond my own world to get to know, to understand others...to know, and to understand the world, to break forth from my comfort zone... - the only reasons being because, God loves the world...and because, I am still living in this world, amongst its people.........because, there is one out there...the one and only in this world whom I have ever loved and whom I have given my heart to, and, despite all things, who remains where my heart lies still...aye...always have been, and forever will be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If you would like to try out the test, here is the link to it &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kisa.ca/personality/"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.kisa.ca/personality/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; . All the best in embarking on a journey of self-discovery and beyond...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327059164324404386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/Se2EFgMLnKI/AAAAAAAAARs/0Dpys9aFT9U/s400/Sunrise+-+ocean.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My result says that I am a healer...yet the One and Only who could really, truly heal all thoroughly is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YHWH Rapha, our Greatest Healer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hallelujah and God bless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327059162636291618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/Se2EFZ5tDiI/AAAAAAAAARk/TwdmiN8fymQ/s400/Santa+Fean+sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747442854504463913-6693444290837416526?l=a-mikhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He did not need to create you and me, but it is just like &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;—&lt;strong&gt;who is love&lt;/strong&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to create others to love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;His matchless love is reflected in the perfect relationship experienced by the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—three Persons selflessly revealing the beauty of God in their individual roles—all one loving God. Jesus modeled this reality when He prayed in Gethsemane, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;“Father, if You are willing, please take this cup of suffering away from Me. Yet I want Your will to be done, not Mine”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://bible.logos.com/passage/nlt/Luke%2022.42" target="_blank" lbsreference="Luke 22.42NLT" modo="false"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke 22:42&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314060549153459666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/Sb9V6hM1jdI/AAAAAAAAARM/9VY1glaKY5c/s400/Jesus+loves+the+little+children.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; “&lt;strong&gt;does not deal harshly with us, as we deserve&lt;/strong&gt;,” but “&lt;strong&gt;is like a father to His children, tender and compassionate to those who fear Him&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://bible.logos.com/passage/nlt/Psalm%20103.10" target="_blank" lbsreference="Psalm 103.10NLT" modo="false"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Psalm 103:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://bible.logos.com/passage/nlt/Psalm%20103.13" target="_blank" lbsreference="Psalm 103.13NLT"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. His selfless way continues &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;despite our sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; He is&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; “&lt;strong&gt;slow to get angry&lt;/strong&gt;,” &lt;strong&gt;giving us time and space to repent of our sin and turn to Him&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(v.8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. God&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; the world so much that He gave His one and only Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;”&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://bible.logos.com/passage/nlt/John%203.16" target="_blank" lbsreference="John 3.16NLT" modo="false"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John 3:16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314054972444820402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/Sb9Q16V4w7I/AAAAAAAAARE/a7fm5SJwOk0/s400/Jesus+Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pastor A. W. Tozer wrote, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;What comes to mind when we think about God is the most important thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;about us.” &lt;/span&gt;But today, our problem is not so much what enters our mind when we think about God, but rather that we’re not thinking about Him enough. Like a distant rich uncle, God tends to come to mind only when we need something from Him. Perhaps we would think more about Him if we better understood who He is. Today, let’s truly think about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God—Creator, Redeemer, and selfless Lover of you and me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;+ God bless... +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314054967933133026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/Sb9Q1piN4OI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DGnwlZfL5-I/s400/Jesus+is+Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747442854504463913-1362634916551686350?l=a-mikhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was a Friday and normally we would be having share group gathering, but our gathering this week was changed to movie night for "The Dark Knight". Since I have already watched the film with friends a couple of days ago, I didn't join for the film again, but have agreed to instead meet up my share group for a late supper afterwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have been overloaded with work at the company for the entire day. By the end of the day I was rather exhausted and initially was contemplating to forgo dinner for the night. Yet Ebi came over and we ended up having dinner at "David &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KIM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lin's" - baked rice with cheese. (Yay! I like cheese~) When it was time to settle the bill Ebi suddenly displayed his "Shadow Hands" and paid for everything...It took a few seconds for my brain to register the whole situation, and then to withdraw my hand, which was still busy rummaging through the wallet for dollar notes...Touched...the first surprise of the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When I reached home, I cast myself into the regular chores at once - cleaning and tidying - as Nana would be coming over to stay with me as usual - throughout the weekend. I'd almost finished cleaning everything when a message from "MyCow" arrived telling me that the film has ended and they would be coming over to fetch me for supper. Covered with dust and perspiration, and looking Absolutely Dishevelled, I informed MyCow that I HAD to take a shower before meeting up with them and suggested that they go ahead first, and I would walk over after shower to join them later. MyCow's reply was,"No problem, take your time. We will go fetch you. We'll wait for you." So I wrapped up the rest of the cleaning as fast as I could, then proceeded to my shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I had just stepped out of the bathroom when I heard my phone ringing. MyCow said they have arrived and are waiting for me at the staircases. As I have washed my hair and it was then dripping and looked like wet spaghetti, I once again suggested that they go first and I would join them when I am ready. Yet he insisted to fetch me there, which was only a few minutes' walk away from where I stay. My brain was already saturated for the day, so I didn't (actually, it's Couldn't) think much about it, and simply obliged. I was halfway through getting ready when another phone call came, this time it was Nana. Thinking that everyone must be famished and certainly tired of waiting, I instantly told her to ask MyCow to lead the group and go ahead, and I would come later. Yet she INSISTED that I get down NOW! She sounded impatient and slightly offended, almost as if she was stamping her feet (or going to) as she was speaking through the phone (high D mode!), and it worried me. I quickened up my pace and rushed down as soon as I could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, I couldn't see MyCow's car anywhere. I waited for some few minutes, then decided to give him a call. He told me they were already at the venue for supper. So I decided to walk over to meet them. I had almost reached the end of the car park at my apartment block when I heard someone call my name aloud. Surprised, I turned around and saw my share group huddling close together behind the staircases, holding a cake with candles lit in their hands. I was stunned for half a second but managed to quickly come around. Then the next thing was...I felt...I knew...that the floodgates were going to burst open... - these people had been hiding here waiting for me for so long all this while just to give me a surprise...! I tried hard to suppress the overwhelming emotions...Fortunately, at that critical moment, Hing came over "to the rescue" and told me to make a wish then blow out the candles. I gladly obliged. Then we proceeded to the destination for our supper - AhBoy~ I walked in front of everyone else and quickened my pace, coz I was afraid that if I only just look at them, tears would begin to fall...and I know that once we reach AhBoy, there would certainly be a lot of other people there and that would force me to hold the emotions back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tracy and Yvonne came into view as we approached AhBoy~ Along with Hing, it was almost like my former share group was also here with me - my long time wish and plan had always been to celebrate my birthday this year with my (now former) share group: the group of people who has helped me tremendously- in every way - love them much...and yet before that could happen, we have already "multiplied"...and I was thinking that this was going to be yet another unrealised dream...yet, God really sees everything in our hearts, He knows all our desires, our hopes, our every dream...and He made this dream of mine come true...Thank You so much, Lord...my first birthday gift from the Heavenly Father for today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Emotions was building up within me, yet I refused to let it show at AhBoy~ as there were a lot of other people around - people whom I don't know. I received a book from Tracy as a birthday gift, and she ended up buying me a drink as well coz in the rush and frenzy to get down to meet my share group after receiving Nana's "threatening" phone call, I had only managed to grab my keys but had absent-mindedly left my wallet in the room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We had a really blessed fellowship during supper that night...And, as I casually lifted my gaze heavenwards during mid-conversation, I saw a star shining in the night sky! - my second birthday gift from the Lord for the day...! Even though there is only one star, but I am already very happy...For I have always love stars since young for as long as I can remember...(don't ask me why - I don't know...) Somehow star always reminds me of God/Jesus/Noel...and it always brings me hope and joy...When I was sad, depressed, unhappy or moody, I used to go out of the house at night and just lift my head heavenwards and gaze at the starlit sky, and gradually the heaviness would lift from my heart, all the negative emotions would fade away, replaced by peace and tranquility...To me, watching the midnight stars is like having a silent conversation with the Lord, and always He would comfort me and give me peace in times like these...sometimes I would receive revelation from the Lord through star-gazing...Yet ever since I came over to the Peninsular, seldom could I see stars anymore - probably due to the hazy sky...I remember back at where I hail from, we can see stars in the sky almost every night, and I used to drift into slumber each night watching the beautiful starlit sky from my bedroom window as I lay on my bed...this is probably what I miss most from my homeland - the beauty of shining stars in the midnight sky, just like sparkling diamonds embroidered on a dark velvet cloth...T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;onight's message from God: Always presevere, never give up hope, for the Lord knows your heart...His eyes are everywhere, and He never sleeps...He sees and hears and knows all things...The Lord blesses and watches over those He loves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Finally, thank you so much, all of you (and you too, Ebi)...What I can say is, whoever involved in planning this surprise really know me very, very well, coz it was a great success and I was really "surprised by the surprise"...hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Birthday cake - white Tiramisu with fresh strawberries: it's beautiful! I love it~ it looks very much like a cake which I've seen in a Japanese anime comic I like...kekeke... (I have always love the look of strawberries on cake - again, don't know why, I just love the look of them like that, it's pretty - and white has always been my favourite colour...nice nice~) Tastes nice, too~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234365772484068466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SKQz7-1gRHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/LG2sA2cbw5w/s320/Tiramisu+01-08-2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;CAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I"...heheheh...with Gracy at the back, at AhBoy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234365765455867314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SKQz7kp2bbI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xLoRk_hwCYU/s320/1st+August+2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Even though I had managed to hold back the tears for the entire night, very early the following morning - sometime around dawn - I woke up in bed suddenly. It was still pitch dark, and, as I lay in bed, memories of the happenings of the previous night began to flow back to my mind...it was so overwhelming and I could no longer hold back, the floodgates burst open at last and tears streamed down my cheeks...Really, really touched...once again, reminded of the grace of God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When I've finally stopped crying, I suddenly remembered that due to all the "unexpectation" and excitement, I was so occupied by being stunned and surprised that I had forgotten to thank everyone the night before!!! I had to quickly send out belated messages to them when daybreak came...what a scatter-brain I am...Aikz!! &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/8747442854504463913-8062066973888841461?l=a-mikhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SJG7tX5Lr4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/keUsgAc-Qpw/s1600-h/dark+knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229167030536220546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SJG7tX5Lr4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/keUsgAc-Qpw/s400/dark+knight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SJG7tZg_U1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/uXvjGgpwlTE/s1600-h/dark+knight+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229167030971618130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SJG7tZg_U1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/uXvjGgpwlTE/s400/dark+knight+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SJG7tqXevWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/k9oPY6shBH4/s1600-h/dark+knight+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229167035495136610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SJG7tqXevWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/k9oPY6shBH4/s400/dark+knight+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229167202413797570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SJG73YL_YMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/rq1IaBy7e44/s400/dark+knight+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SJG7t6jQgFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9O7E35lwwfs/s1600-h/dark+knight+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229167039839502418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SJG7t6jQgFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9O7E35lwwfs/s400/dark+knight+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;a Silent Guardian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;a Protector of Justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE DARK KNIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"The night is darkest just before the dawn..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"I promise you - the dawn is coming..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"People are dying..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"What would you have me do...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Endure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"You could be...the outcast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"You could make a choice that no one else will face - the Right Choice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Gotham needs you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"I can take it...because I am not a hero..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Beyond Expectation...Beyond Words......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229167033436178642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SJG7tisliNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tIxohXLjkQo/s400/dark+knight+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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spent sleepless nights and endless days just to give "IT" my very best (even though I am terrible at "IT" - so, my "best", actually, is still not That good)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;THE LETTER that contained THE ANSWER is Finally HERE - the long awaited answer...to one of my prayers, to my parents' One Prayer, to my family's prayers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;THE ANSWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;下流二等”&lt;/strong&gt;榮譽 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Lower Second Class Honours) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;strong&gt;“下流” + “二等”&lt;/strong&gt;...can still = 榮譽...??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;All this while, I have been dreading and worrying that I may be getting a Third Class (&lt;strong&gt;“三流的”&lt;/strong&gt;...?)...and I had been praying to God: Lord! ANYTHING But Third Class...!!! Pleeeeeeeeeeasssse~~!! Ne Ebi kun just teased me the other day saying that fortunately there is no Ninth Class...(&lt;strong&gt;“第九流”&lt;/strong&gt;...) and yet, &lt;strong&gt;“下流二等” &lt;/strong&gt;doesn't sound any better than &lt;strong&gt;“三流的”&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;“第九流”&lt;/strong&gt;...aikz......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But, anyway, I REALLY, REALLY GIVE THANKS TO GOD!!! That I Finally GOT it ...(aye...even though it is &lt;strong&gt;“下流”&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;“二等”&lt;/strong&gt;...) Thanks be to GOD!!! That all the time and effort I spent still produced a "crop" for "harvest"...that everything I have done didn't just go to waste and flow into the great ocean...Thank You so much, Lord...and THANK YOU for hearing and answering our prayers, however impossible they had seemed...(with my results the best I could hope for would be simply a Pass, ie a Third Class...and yet, He gave me something more than what I deserved - He gave me &lt;strong&gt;what I had been praying for all this while&lt;/strong&gt; - something higher and better than Third Class, ie a Lower Second Class...) It is really better than what I had dared to hope for...(aye, even though I have been "grumbling" and "complaining" about the class awarded, I am REALLY, REALLY Thankful for it - just don't understand why they have to grade it in accordance to classes...a simple "Honours" Without the extra frills would have been Perfect - hmm...I suppose I would never understand this...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Having known my result, Wind had been teasing me over it for days with cheeky remarks such as: Whoa...The first degree holder in four generations in our family wo...Be careful not to get your nose up so high that you walk into poles when you are walking along the street aaa...or fall into a man hole...or step onto a pile of dog-poo...or trip over your own feet and fall headlong - which you are "expert" in...or......or......or......etc...etc...etc...... (Hahaha...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As for Dad, he was so thrilled when I revealed the news to him that he called up his mum (ie my grandmother) instantly to tell her all about it, and he couldn't sleep and couldn't stop smiling for days on end, and finally Mum got so tired of seeing him flashing his teeth all the time (it's been a few days now and according to Mum and Wind, he still couldn't manage to shut his mouth properly...) that she Simply Had To "complain" about Dad to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Haha...well, that's my wacky family...Anyway, from these various responses and reactions I am able to gather that they are well-pleased and happy...(even with a &lt;strong&gt;“下流二等”&lt;/strong&gt;榮譽...aikz...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lord, I give You thanks and I give You praise...All glory, and honour, and power, and might, belong to You forever and ever and from everlasting to everlasting...Thank You for hearing us, and for answering our prayers...Thank You so much...for Everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hallelujah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;God bless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747442854504463913-3633812587575036878?l=a-mikhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(Scripture verse) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Our destinies were not written the moment we were born...but rather they are determined by the choices we make as we journey through life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Never stop doing good even when the whole world turn their backs on you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sometimes we have to sacrifice in order to make the right choice/the best choice... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Landa Yesu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Follow Jesus... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hallelujah...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747442854504463913-5188712168903082685?l=a-mikhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At the end of the game, you will be able to realise at least two things: who is the swiftest and most alert in the group, and also who is the sleepiest...hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;In the end, I lost the game...and was sentenced to singing the national anthem standing outside at the balcony as punishment. But...everything didn't go quite the way they were supposed to go...coz...I ended up in tears and shocked everybody...Some thought perhaps the punishment was too harsh to me and I had a fright when I learnt that I was to sing aloud at the balcony; some thought I was stressed out with some kind of problems... - sorry, all incorrect...Hahaha...Hmm...seems like my share group doesn't know me very well yet...and it was our last gathering!! I don't simply cry in front of people over such petty affairs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My sentimental side...I seldom allow it to surface...(I don't like it, coz somehow it makes me feel that I am weak and feeble...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It was our &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; gathering!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I tried hard to just "be normal" and "just treat it as any other share group gatherings" we have had before...but...well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Actually, I knew long before that this day of parting would come...I was prepared for it (or so I thought). I never expect myself to react like this, though - Never!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;To be honest, I was shocked by my own reaction even!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I tried really hard to suppress the emotions that were building up within me throughout...When I learnt that we were going to begin with Icebreaker, my mind instantly flashed back to our first gathering, and how far we've come together...through storms and blizzards and worse...and it struck me that: This is the &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; time we do Icebreaker Together! This is the &lt;strong&gt;LAST &lt;/strong&gt;time we play "Come-Mean-Toy" with each other like This...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As we proceeded with the game whilst joking and talking crap and telling lame jokes and pulling each other's leg as usual, I realised: This is the &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; time we tease each other Together...like This...! And when I had lost: This is the &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; time that I lost a game I play with THEM...the &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; game with THEM...!!! Then, as everyone clamoured for me to "proceed" with the punishement, my heart told me: This is the &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; time they tease me Together like THIS...(I am going to miss all these so much...! Yes, I will even miss being teased by THEM...) and, This is the &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; time that they are so "united" - one heart, one voice - in doing one thing, ie urging me to be "executed" with the punishment...hahaha...well, that was the last straw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My stronghold just crumbled after that...everything I had been withholding within tumbled forth... - the floodgates burst open...and...I couldn't shut it again...I tried to force the tears back - innumerous times, yet each time I was overwhelmed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It was the first time I experienced a really, really "teary" praise and worship... - our &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; praise and worship Together...!! - thinking of that induced more tears to come to my eyes and they started falling even faster than ever before!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I tried to recompose myself during sharing time...yet...when it was my turn to share and I opened my mouth...no words came out... - I felt a great lump in my throat...then, tears took over...once again...I had to stop a few times during my sharing because I couldn't go on, then continued when I managed to regain my composure a little...This is the &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time that we share our hearts out sitting in a circle Together like This... - and, well, that thought, of course, brought forth yet more tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I felt like a broken water tap that day... - no matter how hard you try to turn off a broken tap, there will still be a leak - drops of water will still be dribbling...if you try to screw it tighter, the tap will slip, and the water, which had initially been trickling down in droplets only, will then gush out like falls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We have gone through so much together...THEY are my family here... - They threw their door wide open and received me in when I was met with closed doors everywhere else...They walked with me, supported me, encouraged me, helped me, stuck with me...during the darkest times of my life...They showed me what true love and real family means...They held me fast when I was gradually slipping away from the arms of God...They were there for me and with me when I could no longer see God...when I could no longer feel God's presence...They suffered and went through it all with me...They suffered...coz they were in this battle with me...! Even when I told them to just let me go - seeing them being pressed down by the troubles that came with the commitment - as I really can't bear to see people suffering because of me, they refused!!! They just shut me up with this verse: "When a shepherd who has one hundred sheep lost one sheep from his flock, he leaves the ninety-nine sheep and goes in search of that one sheep...UNTIL he finds it and brings it back to the flock again." They SIMPLY REFUSED to Give Up on me...EVEN when it meant they Had to walk with me down the Same, dark, perilous path...fight with me...suffer much with me...They chose to fight with me in my battle... - mine...not theirs! Yet they were willing to fight it...with me...for me...I know a lot of people would have just let me go...just like that...and I don't blame them...coz it's a really difficult journey...we didn't even know what we would meet then...or what we would be up against...but THEY chose to follow the road less taken...they chose to be with me when it would be so much easier for them to just abandon me instead...and...because they Wouldn't Give Up on me, I Couldn't Give Up, either...! How COULD I give up on my own life When there are people around me who WANT So Much for me to stay alive and continue to live? It was their determination to hold me fast NO MATTER WHAT that in turn spurred me to hold on to God, no matter what...(even when I was in great and constant doubt then...) Honestly, I was really, really, really, really touched by them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And, they came to my rescue everytime they received my S.O.S. ...hmm...they know me well in this One thing: I Simply WON'T ask for help Unless or Until I am in a Really "critical" condition... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I knew that God placed us together for a purpose. I also know that no matter how far apart we may be from each other, we will always remain right here in each other's heart...always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;During our &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; gathering, at one point PangPang became concerned coz I couldn't stop crying that he tried to cheer me up: "Remember that burger last week? If you stop crying I'll treat you to one for dinner later..." Well, I did manage to stop in the end...Thanks be to God! Else I'd be pouring at mamak and then I'd frighten more people...! And...as good as his promise, PaPa Pang REALLY Did treat me to a burger for dinner...! Wakakaka...So touched...blessed...(initially I had thought he meant it as a joke, really) but then...it reminded me that this would be our "&lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; supper" together...and that brought fresh tears to my eyes all over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thanks be to God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(I) I thank God that I didn't flood Tracy's house with my tears...Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(II) I thank God that I managed to (or rather, He helped me to) stop crying while I was still in Tracy's car on the way to dinner after our gathering - I managed to stop before we reached our destination...Thank God I didn't flood her car, too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(III) I thank God for this beloved family of mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(IV) I thank God for everything He has given us - for good things and bad, for joy and for sorrows, for laughter and for tears...I thank You, Lord, for all the blessings You have showered upon us, for shining Your light in our lives, for being with us through it all...and...for calling us Your Children...Thank You, Lord...thank You so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;God bless...Hallelujah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747442854504463913-1255816058261575171?l=a-mikhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wIOBSp7Z-LE4GCI08VuQVXbv8_E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wIOBSp7Z-LE4GCI08VuQVXbv8_E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/theEtherealRealm/~4/NTk0SVrT-gs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://a-mikhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/1255816058261575171/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8747442854504463913&amp;postID=1255816058261575171" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747442854504463913/posts/default/1255816058261575171?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8747442854504463913/posts/default/1255816058261575171?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/theEtherealRealm/~3/NTk0SVrT-gs/farewell.html" title="Farewell..." /><author><name>*~Sasha~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16524172932474564464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SFnsbLb0YZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3mQWjrFkdHs/S220/10040165.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://a-mikhaila.blogspot.com/2008/07/farewell.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMER3Y8fip7ImA9WxdWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8747442854504463913.post-884963836286521095</id><published>2008-07-12T01:40:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:46:46.876+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-13T22:46:46.876+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="~Insights into a Film~ : I love you... {Made of Honour}" /><title>An Urban Love Story...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SHhXMLSehjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/z_KZ1zc9Cd4/s1600-h/made_of_honor_wallpaper_1_1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222019634636424754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SHhXMLSehjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/z_KZ1zc9Cd4/s400/made_of_honor_wallpaper_1_1280x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It takes a real man to be a maid of honour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"If you get married, I expect to be your best man. Tom, will you be my maid of honour?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"...?!! Your maid of honour??!" (Slam!!! Ping pong piang~!!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Owwww~~!!!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"And this must be the lucky young man who is marrying our beautiful Hannah..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Oh, no! I am not marrying him. This is Tom, my maid of honour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"...??!!! Oh! Well how about that...?! We have many gays and lesbians of the congregation...Welcome."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"...!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"This is my maid of honour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"...!!!!!!" "He's a gay." "Yeah, definitely a gay." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"What do you think of them?"&lt;br /&gt;"I think they think I am a gay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"You are the one person who understands me the most...You are my best friend in the world...I just want to be with you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"I have prided myself on always telling the truth with everybody...But, I have been lying to one person all this while... - myself. Because, the truth is...scary...... - I love you..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"I love you..." - one of the most difficult things to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Love" - One word that frees us of all the weight and pain in life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Even when sometimes your loved one has let you down, never forget that there is One who ALWAYS Loves you with an Unconditional Love... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Always remember how much Jesus loves you...always remember how much you mean to Him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747442854504463913-884963836286521095?l=a-mikhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tumbled straight into my routine task as soon as I stepped foot into the cafe - making sandwiches. Was halfway through my work when the saw-like knife accidentally slipped and its razor blade sliced into my finger - felt a sharp, searing pain instantly! Glanced at the "inflicted" finger but couldn't see anything. Was just about to continue with sandwich-making when the pain compelled me to take another look...and...Whoa! I saw myself sporting a finger adorned in the signature colour of Liverpool Football Club! Blood was gushing out from the fresh wound - resembling a mini waterfall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Instantaneously, I tried to reach for a paper-handkerchief from the tissue box at the counter-top with my other hand...struggled for quite a while before someone helped got it for me...Covered my "Liverpool fan" finger and applied pressure on it. Meanwhile, asked around for the church medical kit (as there is no more bandage in the cafe drawer) and rummaged through it...struggled for a long while once more until some church member lent out a helping hand and helped found me a bandage...Managed to unwrap the bandage with one hand...then thought: bleeding SHOULD have ceased by now...? Lifted the paper-handkerchief to take a peek - Hmm...still flowing like waterfall! The paper-handkerchief was already soaked with my generous outflow of haemoglobin - bright red patch against a white background - attractive colour combination~! No choice, covered the wound again and re-applied pressure upon it...Waited for a really long while this time before checking on it again - bleeding was receding, though a tiny stream of blood was still dribbling - wrapped bandage firmly over finger. Finally, was able to turn my attention back to the "abandoned" sandwiches...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Served at cafe for close to 6 or 7 hours with practically no rest - I only managed to "steal away" for a break when I had my lunch - the one time that I ever get to Really SIT down...! Thank God for chairs~! Was "operating" purely on "back-up battery power" in the afternoon...yet, when the time came for Captain Ball, I was "miraculously, instantaneously and automatically recharged"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We were divided into 3 teams for the game and each team consisted of 10 members whereby 6 would be out in the court playing for the team during any one match (3 boys, 3 girls), with the remaining members on "stand by" as substitutes. Was assigned to be in one team with Rick, Johnson, Min Jun, Alvin, Yun Juok, Vei Ling, Meei Yi, Tracy, Vui Theng and Yi Wen - with Johnson being our team leader. Our team name is “一點通”, which, verbally translated, would be "MagicFinger" or "MagicTouch". We even created our very own special gesture for the team! Tried to play "with courtesy" during the first-half of the game - since Viktor da Lee said it was to be a "friendly match" - but, turned out that...some girls seemed wilder than boys in the game!! No choice...really had to "show them some colours" for the rest of the game...Alvin is the best keeper~!! His signature technique is the ability to catch a goal with only one foot remaining on the chair and his arms and body completely swayed to one side, and that is not all - he is able to hold that position for a minimum of 3 seconds!! Perfect balance!!! Kudos~Alvin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We had a fantastic game. When it has ended, however, some of us haven't had enough yet, and formed teams of our own to continue playing the game...Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;At the end of the day, Captain Ball has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"added colours" on to me, and I looked more "colourful" after the game than ever before - bruised black and blue - marks of accidents during the game...Didn't really realise that I was bruised until Kitt poked me gently in my shoulder with one finger in church afterwards (as she wanted to speak to me) - that poke really had the effect of “一點‘痛’” ("PainfulTouch") - and I jumped right out of the chair I was sitting on due to the sudden, excruciating pain! My spontaneous reaction shocked her so much that she jumped, too. Hahaha - we were like two kangaroos that had escaped from the zoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;What I have gained (6th July, 2008): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(I) From the cafe incident &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I realised that I could hardly do the simplest things on my own with only one hand - from trying to take a paper-handkerchief out of a tissue box to searching for a bandage in a medical kit - when I only have one hand to spare, I need other people to help me even with these very simple tasks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;God is using this incident to remind me that I can't do everything on my own. I am not saying that God had it in mind to make me get injured with the knife so that He can make me realise all these, but that out of every circumstance (no matter how bad or terrible it is), He will make sure something good comes out of it - things that will benefit us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He reminded me that it is not good for me to always do things alone by myself, that I also need other people's help from time to time (maybe I have been too obstinate recently and always forced myself to go beyond my own limits and would only ever ask for help from others when I am really K.O. ...?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He reminded me as to the reason why He placed us to live in a community and not lead a solitary life. I have been too headstrong and have overestimated my own ability all these while that, often I refused to ask others for help until I am in a really critical stage. If I continue to be like this, perhaps one day I might even be too proud to seek help until it is too late...God foresees everything and He revealed this to me, in His perfect timing...Thank You, Lord! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I just realised that I am the culprit who has used up all the bandages in the cafe - cafe had to sponsor one bandage to me almost every week - because somehow I always manage to add a nick or a cut to myself while helping out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Felt a slight unwillingness to dispose of the paper-handkerchief after I have bandaged my finger - seeing that I have "donated" so much of my blood to it - it's kind of wasteful to throw it into the dustbin...Farewell, "My Precioussss~~" bloody paper-handkerchief...kakaka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;One other thing I realised is that my blood actually has a very nice colour! I like the colour of my blood - it's scarlet - a really really pretty shade of red~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(II) From the game of Captain Ball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(i) I came to realise that sometimes you just can't be too nice to everybody. In order to survive, you have to be flexible and try to act and move in accordance to your surrounding environment. Life in this world...sometimes you really have no options left but to treat others the way they treat you...Do not let others step down on you or take advantage of you. Christians should live a life that glorifies God but that doesn't mean we should become doormats. Stay intelligent and be flexible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(ii) The arms that caught me when I fall...I was reminded of the Lord's loving arms when Crystal from the opposing team (playing as defender) caught me as I fell off from the chair trying to catch a goal while playing as keeper - after a couple of falls I think the others were worried I would get injured and advised that I switched position with another player from our team...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;God reminded me re two things via this incident: first of all, Love your enemy (not that I see the opposing team as our enemy, just that this verse from the Scriptures suddenly struck my mind via this incident)- Even though we were from opposing teams, Crystal turned to me and said,"Don't worry, I'll catch you when you fall." I could see the light of sincerity illuminating her eyes as she said that...honestly, I felt so touched then... - touched by an angel...hahaha...secondly, God will always be there to catch us as and when we fall...ALWAYS! Because if men can do this for each other, how much more would God do this for us!! Thank You so much, Lord...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(iii) I finally have the opportunity to experience the saying "I jump, she jumps" - with Kitt...! Hahaha...we really did make each other jump, though it was rather unexpected...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I just realised how much I missed sports...and I have actually forgotten how sports can revive me...! I have always loved sports, and even though I may be tired, I will still welcome a game of sports - instead of making me more tired, sports has the amazing power of refreshing me...! Captain Ball has "awakened" my passion for sports again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The "souvenirs" of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(a) A rather deep wound on my finger measuring about 1/4 inch in length - the cafe knife "insisted" on leaving a mark on me every week...(this is the worst injury I had from the cafe so far...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(b) Large and "beautiful" bruises on arm and leg - parting gifts from Captain Ball...Hey, not bad, now I have "proof" that I really did participated in the game~ Haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Whenever I begin to lose focus on God, He always draws me back to Him through the various trials and persecutions that I face...He constantly reminds me that I should always seek Him, commit to Him and depend on Him in all things no matter what...and that His promise stands forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"When I am weak, then I am strong, for You live within me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thank You, Lord, for all the blessings that You have showered upon us...Hallelujah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;+God bless you all...+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8747442854504463913-4134898827560195879?l=a-mikhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SGuvXj_tSKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AFLxGVxp3mI/s400/wanted2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"I am sorry..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"I-AAAMM-SOOOORRRYYY~~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"You apologize too much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218457403636990946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F_aHmF25eyU/SGuvXCtKQ-I/AAAAAAAAANs/6MRFQE6a-IA/s400/wanted1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Why are you here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"I don't know who I am..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Whatever they've told you are all lies..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"You are MY SON..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"He wasn't trying to kill you...He was trying to protect you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"He wanted a different life for you...He wanted you to have what he never had..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Another spectacular film on screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It is difficult to come by movies like this nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A film that is absolutely wonderful - the storyline, the momentum throughout, the angles that the screenshots were captured...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218457417175255138" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Often they may not be what they seem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(II) Never believe everything you hear. Make an effort to find out the truth yourself, or it may be too late by the time you regret over it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(III) Often, we have not yet discovered our underlying/hidden gifts/abilities - sometimes our weakness may in fact turn out to be our strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A great film...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A film which I love tremendously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8747442854504463913-3499457845723266432?l=a-mikhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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