<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484</id><updated>2012-01-31T21:17:39.997+02:00</updated><category term='True life story'/><category term='The promises of GOD'/><category term='Joke'/><category term='Cartoon'/><category term='Motivation'/><category term='Award'/><category term='Bits an Pieces'/><category term='Positve quote'/><category term='HEALTH TIP'/><category term='Sponsored post.'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='Dislosure Policy'/><title type='text'>life blog magazine</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog for stories (true life or fiction),inspiration,jokes,positive quotes and lots more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6173637855397438971</id><published>2009-08-10T09:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:46:58.230+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The promises of GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>The Harvest of Doing Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/Sn_P_VqV7mI/AAAAAAAAAkU/gzB0Qbp_2_w/s1600-h/Presentation1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/Sn_P_VqV7mI/AAAAAAAAAkU/gzB0Qbp_2_w/s320/Presentation1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You may be reaping the good work he did many years ago. It's a reminder of one of the wisest laws in the Bible, "Whatsoever a man sows, that shall he also reap" (Galatians 6:7). We usually think about that in terms of the bad consequences of the bad seed we sow, but there's another side to that reaping equation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;In Galatians 6:8-9, it says, "The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit, from the spirit will reap eternal life." You don't just reap the bad you sow; you reap the good you sow. Paul goes on to make a very practical application, "Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Why do we sometimes give up on some of the good we're trying to do? Well, because of the nature of harvesting. If a farmer plants corn on a Tuesday, he doesn't go out and pick it on a Wednesday, or for many, many Wednesdays after that. There's a time lag between sowing and reaping, and it can look like nothing's going to come from it. So we quit sowing in the lives of our children, our church, our coworkers or our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;But we end up living today in the life that we built yesterday - the relationships we built - good or bad, the reputation we built, the ways we've treated people. You did some sowing today and you'll ultimately get back the kinds of things you sowed. So spend the time that person needs from you. Consciously do random acts of kindness each day. Give a gift when there's no occasion for your appreciation but just the person himself. Send those thank you notes. Give that compliment; that word of encouragement. Use the money that God's entrusted to you to lift people's burdens and people's spirits. Don't be afraid to be generous. After all, Jesus said, "You lose your life by trying to hang onto it, but you find your life by giving it away" (Luke 9:24).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Scripture is actually full of encouragement to keep sowing good seed. "Cast your bread upon the waters, for after many days you will find it again" (Ecclesiastes 11:1). "With the measure you use, it will be measured to you - and even more" (Mark 4:24). "A generous man will prosper; he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed" (Proverbs 11:25). Don't be afraid of what you'll lose by giving. God has promised that you will gain so much more. You don't become richer by keeping what you've got. You become richer by giving it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So, keep scattering good seed wherever you go, because then there's an awesome harvest coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Remember to do good always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6173637855397438971?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6173637855397438971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6173637855397438971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6173637855397438971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6173637855397438971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2009/08/harvest-of-doing-good.html' title='The Harvest of Doing Good'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/Sn_P_VqV7mI/AAAAAAAAAkU/gzB0Qbp_2_w/s72-c/Presentation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6460494350106994298</id><published>2009-08-06T12:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:53:00.352+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Eight gifts that don't cost a cent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/Snq1RtvLFdI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PSF3zTWWM6o/s1600-h/gift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/Snq1RtvLFdI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PSF3zTWWM6o/s320/gift.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Let use these gifts for the betterment of others so that the world will be a better place to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF LISTENING... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;But you must REALLY listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;No interrupting, no daydreaming, no planning your response. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Just listening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF AFFECTION... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Be generous with appropriate hugs, kisses, pats on the back and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;handholds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Let these small actions demonstrate the love you have for family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Funny pictures. Share articles, funny stories and funny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;greetings. Your gift will say, "I love to laugh with you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF A WRITTEN NOTE... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;It can be a simple "Thanks for the help" note or a full sonnet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A brief, handwritten note may be remembered for a lifetime, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;may even change a life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF A COMPLIMENT...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A simple and sincere, "You look great in red," "You did a super &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;job" or "That was a wonderful meal" can make someone's day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF A FAVOR...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Every day, go out of your way to do something kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Helping elderly cross the road can be nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF SOLITUDE...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;There are times when we want nothing better than to be left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;alone. Be sensitive to those times and give the gift of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;solitude to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF A CHEERFUL DISPOSITION...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The easiest way to feel good is to extend a kind word to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;someone, really it's not that hard to say, Hello or Thank You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6460494350106994298?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6460494350106994298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6460494350106994298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6460494350106994298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6460494350106994298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2009/08/eight-gifts-that-dont-cost-cent.html' title='Eight gifts that don&apos;t cost a cent.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/Snq1RtvLFdI/AAAAAAAAAkM/PSF3zTWWM6o/s72-c/gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-3983162951086961951</id><published>2009-08-03T15:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:40:58.166+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>24 Things to Always Remember . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;1. Your presence is a present to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;2. You're unique and one of a kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;3. Your life can be what you want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;4. Take the days just one at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;5. Count your blessings, not your troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;6. You'll make it through whatever comes along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;7. Within you are so many answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;8. Understand, have courage, be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;9. Don't put limits on yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;10. So many dreams are waiting to be realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;11. Decisions are too important to leave to chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;12. Reach for your peak, your goal, and your prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;13. Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;14. The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;15. Don't take things too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;16. Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;17. Remember that a little love goes a long way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;18. Remember that a lot . . . goes forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;19. Remember that friendship is a wise investment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;20. Life's treasures are people . . . together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;21. Realize that it's never too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;22. Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;23. Have health and hope and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;24. Take the time to wish upon a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And don't ever forget . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;For even a day . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;How very special you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-3983162951086961951?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.llerrah.com/24things.htm' title='24 Things to Always Remember . . .'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/3983162951086961951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=3983162951086961951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3983162951086961951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3983162951086961951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2009/08/24-things-to-always-remember.html' title='24 Things to Always Remember . . .'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6876171219504739035</id><published>2009-03-30T16:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:44:52.018+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Walk Through Life's Hot Spots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Living through the pressures of life can be compared to walking through fire. The Old Testament prophet Isaiah believed that if you have faith in God, you can walk through fire and not be burned. He didn't promise that you won't feel the heat, just that you won't be burned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SdDaHxMwn0I/AAAAAAAAAhU/a7sC7Jxj-l4/s1600-h/rd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ki="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SdDaHxMwn0I/AAAAAAAAAhU/a7sC7Jxj-l4/s320/rd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Keep On Walking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A surefire way to get burned is to stop walking. When you are afraid, or under extreme stress, or hurting -- keep going. You will get through if you keep dealing with the everyday tasks at hand to the best of your ability. PERSEVERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Remember That This Difficult Time Will Pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;It may feel that you are in a repeating time warp, but realize that pain is time-limited. All problems have a beginning and an end. BE PATIENT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Make Rough Times Work For You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Not everything is good, but the Bible reminds us that everything can be used for good if you submit your will to God. Look for ways to learn, grow, or cope in your pain or stress. HAVE COURAGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Take "What Is" And Make The Most Of It. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Make lemonade from your lemons. You are not called upon to create perfection from every situation, only to make the most of it. Don't waste your time on ceaseless complaining, but look for meaning and joy in all situations. BE CONTENT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Clean Up Your Own Trash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Stand on your own feet and don't try to blame others for your problems. You are not a victim. Choose to live the rest of your life with a controlled response to what is happening. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Be True To Your Self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You will have more strength for dealing with ordeals in life if you have the courage to be true to your own values. Hypocrisy destroys internal energy. MODEL INTEGRITY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Be Gladder Than Madder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Expressions of gratitude calm the soul and clear the mind. SHOW GRATITUDE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Have As Much Fun As You Can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Anticipation of fun raises the level of your energy. Learn to laugh through your trials. DISPLAY HUMOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Determine What Is Within Your Control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You cannot control what happens to you, but you can choose the frame you put around your experiences. You can choose how you will deal with all situations. EXHIBIT INTERNAL CONTROL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Be Enthusiastic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Enthusiasm literally means, "God in us." If He is in you, let your life so shine. Learn to love life. Education is not the filling of a bucket but the lighting of a fire. SHOW YOUR PASSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6876171219504739035?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6876171219504739035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6876171219504739035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6876171219504739035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6876171219504739035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2009/03/walk-through-lifes-hot-spots.html' title='Walk Through Life&apos;s Hot Spots'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SdDaHxMwn0I/AAAAAAAAAhU/a7sC7Jxj-l4/s72-c/rd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-3453868866762847544</id><published>2009-03-24T16:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:12:31.109+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The promises of GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>God is my present help in times of need, he will sustain me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/ScjpLFWPUdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_LEUaeBVXxw/s1600-h/untitled1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ii="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/ScjpLFWPUdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_LEUaeBVXxw/s320/untitled1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 54:3, "Strangers are attacking me; ruthless men seek my life - men without regard for God." Does this describe every day of your life? Are strangers coming at you from every direction with no regard for God and determined to see you fail? Are troubles coming at you fast and furious? Maybe the attacks are not from ruthless men, but they are schemes of the devil: negative thoughts, destructive thoughts, tempting thoughts, vengeful thoughts, greedy thoughts, or hateful thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Surely God is my help; the Lord is the one who sustains me." (Psalm 54:4,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;These thoughts should go with us as we face the strangers, the enemies, and the attacks that fall in our path: The Lord is the one who sustains me. The Lord keeps me alive. The Lord will keep me from falling, even when the odds are stacked against us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Should your husband come home and tell you that he has decided that he no longer loves you and wants a divorce, remember: The Lord is the one who sustains you. The Lord keeps you alive. The Lord will keep you from falling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;If you receive a notice that your company is not immune to impact of the economic crisis and layoffs may be unavoidable, remember: The Lord is the one who sustains you. The Lord keeps you alive. The Lord will keep you from falling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;If you find yourself alone in an empty house with no place to go and no one to talk to, remember: The Lord is the one who sustains you. The Lord keeps you alive. The Lord will keep you from falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;If you are forced to accept that the dream you have dreamed your whole life is probably never going to come true, remember: The Lord is the one who sustains you. The Lord keeps you alive. The Lord will keep you from falling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;If you find yourself discouraged, defeated, and deserted, remember: The Lord is the one who sustains you. The Lord keeps you alive. The Lord will keep you from falling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;These words are not intended to minimize the difficulty of any painful situation mentioned above, or your own unique struggles. Instead, they are written with the hope that whatever attack you may face you will remember that it is the Lord who sustains us, it is the Lord who keeps us alive, and it is the Lord who will keep us from falling. We cannot survive the attacks of this world or the demonic world on our own. We must depend on the Lord. David's source of strength is our source of strength. The Lord is the one who sustains us. The Lord keeps us alive. The Lord will keep us from falling. He will deliver us from all our troubles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-3453868866762847544?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/3453868866762847544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=3453868866762847544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3453868866762847544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3453868866762847544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-is-my-present-help-in-times-of-need.html' title='God is my present help in times of need, he will sustain me.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/ScjpLFWPUdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_LEUaeBVXxw/s72-c/untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-3158664978391232654</id><published>2008-11-26T16:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:02:14.437+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The promises of GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Time to Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Starting school is no longer an issue for most of us. But leaving what's safe to step into the unknown is very much an issue for many of us. And some of us are refusing to take the step that will ultimately enlarge our life, like starting school enlarged mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Abraham is held up in the Bible as a model of faith that we should all emulate. And it's interesting to note the very first word God ever spoke to Abraham (or Abram as he was called at that time) in the Bible and Abraham's response. In our word for today from the Word of God, Genesis 12:1, it says, "The Lord said to Abram, 'Leave your country, your people and your father's household and go to the land I will show you." In other words, "Leave everything that's your security, everything you know, for a place you don't know but I do." Abram's response? "So Abram left, as the Lord had told him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;That willingness to leave at the Lord's command opened up a whole new world for Abraham and for his family in what would become the Jews' "Promised Land." But first he had to "leave." Most of the major advances in our lives begin by taking the risk of leaving. Moses had to leave his "comfy" life as a shepherd in Midian to become the deliverer of God's people. Peter had to leave the security of his business to become a world-impacting leader for Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And God's expanding of your life may depend on you taking a great faith-step in the near future. Leaving what is familiar and safe and secure; what seems economically feasible. God's great adventure often begins with a command to leave - to leave what is geographically familiar, relationally familiar, and methodologically familiar. And God usually doesn't show you the whole picture of what He's leading you into, just that next step. He asked Abraham to leave for a future that was described simply as "the land I will show you." God wants you to trust the Planner, not the plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe your Lord has sent this message into your life at this time to give you one more encouragement to obey His leading to let go of something safe and follow Him into something bigger and better, but largely unknown. Do what He's telling you to do. If you don't, you'll be like a child who refuses to leave the safety of Mommy to go into the unknown of the first day of school. You will miss the step that will enlarge your whole life and take you into God's great adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-3158664978391232654?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/3158664978391232654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=3158664978391232654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3158664978391232654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3158664978391232654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-to-leave.html' title='Time to Leave'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-8150168771633489715</id><published>2008-10-10T15:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:56:42.097+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The promises of GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Ask God for whatever you desire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Matt 7:7-12 NIV, "Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? Or if he asks a fish, will he give him a serpent?If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him? Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SO9eZsmIIJI/AAAAAAAAAZY/bkb2DULUPho/s1600-h/ask.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SO9eZsmIIJI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1IwyKTYljEE/s400-R/ask.jpg" xd="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Before you assume you know what to do in a certain situation, ask God, or before you assume you know what that person sitting across from is thinking and feeling, specifically, ask God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;This is a good advice for all, old and young, whenever you need anything from him ask him that has everything within his reach and he will do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Before you lose your temper ask God how He would have you respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Before you assume you know all there is to know about all there is to know ask God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Before you get married ask God whom He wants you to marry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Before you tear into your teenager because it appears they have been disobedient, ask God to help you respond to this child you love with all your heart in the way He wants you to respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Before you change jobs ask God what He wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Before you assume you know how you should handle the difficult situation asks God to tell you how He wants you to handle the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Before you treat someone with unkindness ask God to give you new words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Before you quit ask God what He wants you to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Before you rush into the office ready to express how unhappy you are in the work place, ask God how He wants you to speak to your boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ask God what He wants you to say. Ask God to show you what your boss&amp;nbsp;needs from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Before you change jobs ask God what He wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Before you fuss at the lady behind the desk ask God to remind you of times when people have shown you patience. Ask God remind you what patience looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Before you go too far into the day ask God to direct your path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Shalom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-8150168771633489715?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/8150168771633489715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=8150168771633489715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/8150168771633489715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/8150168771633489715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/10/ask-god-for-whatever-you-desire.html' title='Ask God for whatever you desire.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SO9eZsmIIJI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1IwyKTYljEE/s72-Rc/ask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-7301404487693371239</id><published>2008-10-07T10:31:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:10:31.569+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The promises of GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Living under pressure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SOsiCjjU7VI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ieCZ5VokNCo/s1600-h/fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SOsiCjjU7VI/AAAAAAAAAYw/IsMSEV96vA0/s320-R/fire.jpg" xd="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Prophet Isaiah believed that if you have faith in God, you can walk through fire and not be burned. He didn't promise that you wouldn’t feel the heat, just that you won't be burned, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://net.bible.org/verse.php?book=Isa&amp;amp;chapter=43&amp;amp;verse=2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 43:2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;. Living through the pressures of life can be compared to walking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;through fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You can walk through Life's Hot Spots when you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Remember that tough times don’t last but tough people do: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;This Difficult Time Will Pass. It may feel that you are in a repeating time warp, but realize that pain is time-limited. All problems have a beginning and an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;BE PATIENT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Keep Walking: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Surefire way to get burned is to stop walking. When you are afraid, or under extreme stress, or hurting -- keep going. You will get through if you keep dealing with the everyday tasks at hand to the best of your ability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;PERSEVERE, DON’T RELENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Are True To Your Self: &lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SOsiNLx2SOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/QfOkNG91vy8/s320-R/walk.jpg" xd="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You will have more strength for dealing with ordeals in life if you have the courage to be true to your own values. Hypocrisy destroys internal energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;MODEL INTEGRITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Take "What Is" And Make The Most Of It: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You are not called upon to create perfection from every situation, only to make the most of it. Don't waste your time on ceaseless complaining, but look for meaning and joy in all situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;BE CONTENT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Clean Up Your Own Trash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Stand on your own feet and don't try to blame others for your problems. You are not a victim. Choose to live the rest of your life with a controlled response to what is happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;TAKE RESPONSIBILITY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Make Rough Times Work For You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Not everything is good, but the Bible reminds us that everything can be used for good if you submit your will to God. Look for ways to learn, grow, or cope in your pain or stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;HAVE COURAGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Determine What Is Within Your Control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You cannot control what happens to you, but you can choose the frame you put around your experiences. You can choose how you will deal with all situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;EXHIBIT INTERNAL CONTROL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Be Enthusiastic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Enthusiasm literally means, "God in us." If He is in you, let your life so shine. Learn to love life. Education is not the filling of a bucket but the lighting of a fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;SHOW YOUR PASSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Have As Much Fun As You Can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Anticipation of fun raises the level of your energy. Learn to laugh through your trials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;DISPLAY HUMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Be Gladder Than Madder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Expressions of gratitude calm the soul and clear the mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;SHOW GRATITUDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-7301404487693371239?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/7301404487693371239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=7301404487693371239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7301404487693371239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7301404487693371239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/10/living-under-pressure.html' title='Living under pressure?'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SOsiCjjU7VI/AAAAAAAAAYw/IsMSEV96vA0/s72-Rc/fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-7780274000040765895</id><published>2008-10-03T12:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:05:00.244+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Watch where you step</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SOX8IqiTeeI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6PSeyAxBKfo/s1600-h/untitled1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SOX8IqiTeeI/AAAAAAAAAYk/5BQEJf-fIEs/s320-R/untitled1.jpg" xd="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;If you were to look back on some of the decisions you regret in the past, I'll bet you'd see that you failed to really watch where you were stepping; to see what this was going to cost you. For many of us, a lot of the frustration and pain we're dealing with today is the harvest of bad decisions that we've made in the past. Jesus wants us to avoid regrets like those by looking where we're stepping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;You don't just run into something because it feels good or sounds good or looks good. Before you go running ahead full speed, you have to stop your forward progress. First sit down, and asks yourself some cost-counting questions. How will this affect my family? My reputation? How will this affect my health? The other commitments I've already made? What could this cost me financially? How is it going to affect my time with God? My time to serve God? What temptations is this going to throw me into? What am I sacrificing to do this? Can I really live with what this might cost me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Those questions anticipate the harvests that you’re going to reap from the decision you’re about to make - the price you'll be paying. Don't go charging into something until you have really looked at what you're about to step into!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So, watch your step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-7780274000040765895?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/7780274000040765895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=7780274000040765895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7780274000040765895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7780274000040765895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/10/watch-where-you-step.html' title='Watch where you step'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SOX8IqiTeeI/AAAAAAAAAYk/5BQEJf-fIEs/s72-Rc/untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6409466000662622441</id><published>2008-09-19T16:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:57:42.186+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Material wealth is like sandcastle, Don't Get Too Attached to them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Imagine children playing on the beach, building sandcastles, they are giggling, enjoying their game when a big wave starts to close in. the children were not afraid, but rather they were very excited watching the waves wash away their beautiful creation. Even as little children, they knew the fate that awaits their creation, so they were not distressed or unhappy seeing it washed away into the sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The stuff of this world is about as permanent as sandcastles on a beach. Yet we get so caught up in it, defensive over it, and depressed over the loss of it. But God didn't create you for this world. Your destiny is not bound up in cash and bonds, land and houses, fame and monuments. So living to be a hundred years old is far less important than living well - Even if for a relatively short time. Beautifying your body is not nearly as urgent as living with a pure heart before God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Children know that their castles in the sand are brief joys destined to be taken away by an incoming tide. So they don't fret as the waves approach. They typically watch their creations get swept away without shedding tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Everything about this life is so transient. The incoming wave of our mortality is going to sweep it all away. Like sandcastles at the edge of the ocean, nothing we do for the sake of this world can survive. Only what you do here for eternity will last. Only the treasures you send ahead will escape corruption.We are all vulnerable. We are all quite mortal. Everything about our existence here is about as enduring as sandcastles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Life is God's gift. Revel in every good thing. Enjoy your castles in the sand. Just be careful not to let yourself get unduly attached to any of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6409466000662622441?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6409466000662622441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6409466000662622441&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6409466000662622441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6409466000662622441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/09/material-wealth-is-like-sandcastle-dont.html' title='Material wealth is like sandcastle, Don&apos;t Get Too Attached to them.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6393061665552386292</id><published>2008-09-08T15:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:22:59.717+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Award'/><title type='text'>I Love your Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SMUtyE2Dn6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/U1v7GuRIMP8/s1600-h/iloveyourblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img ad="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SMUtyE2Dn6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/zecRfcerJMw/s320-R/iloveyourblog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank God for another wonderful day. Mumsdadschildren received another sweet award from a friend I met at Entrecard. I want to use this opportunity to say thank you once again to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zemeks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen &amp;amp; Gerard Zemek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Award is titled “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zemeks.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-your-blog-award.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love Your Blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;.” I think I need to seriously think about this, how many blogs do I love? Too many if I am right, so I will just have to use my discretion here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Rules are as follows;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;1. The winner can put the logo on his/her blog;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;2. Link the person you received your award from;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;4. Put links of those blogs on yours; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;5. Leave a message on the blogs that you’ve nominated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Here come the recipients;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hipmommysplace.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hip mommy's place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aftermidnightpage.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aftermidnightpage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suzannesaysblog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suzannesays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://realworldmom.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realworldmom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fatherblogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fatherblogger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelofhealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Channelofhealing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6393061665552386292?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6393061665552386292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6393061665552386292&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6393061665552386292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6393061665552386292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-your-blog.html' title='I Love your Blog'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SMUtyE2Dn6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/zecRfcerJMw/s72-Rc/iloveyourblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6553316348640996992</id><published>2008-09-01T14:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:18:28.237+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Mighty Rivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SLvc-6txDtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/04cp6Km1xSo/s1600-h/untitled1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img ad="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SLvc-6txDtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mDiPkTJKSgA/s320-R/untitled1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mighty rivers become mighty because they are fed and enlarged from many sources that feed into them such as tributaries: that's what creates great rivers. From all directions, those tributaries contribute to a river, feeding it, enlarging it. That's not just the Way Rivers grow. It's the way people grow, too, if they're open to the contribution the people in their life can make. And to the contributions they can make, as well. In a sense, you are supposed to be a river, you're enlarged and improved by the people in your world, and you're supposed to be a tributary, building and enlarging the lives of the folks around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Paul models that in &lt;a href="http://www.christiananswers.net/bible/rom1.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romans 1:11-12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, our word for today from the Word of God. He says to the believers in Rome, "I long to see you so that I may impart to you some spiritual gift to make you strong - that is, that you and I may be mutually encouraged by each other's faith." Paul seems to understand this tributary thing. His purpose in wanting to be with these people is so he can give them some help, some encouragement, something that will make them stronger. He also looks forward to how they are going to feed his stream, too, enlarging his spiritual life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, this is an exciting way to view the relationships in your life and the people in your life. You are with those people both to give and to receive. I wonder if your co-workers, your family members, your friends, and the folks at church feel richer because of the good things you keep depositing in their life. You're supposed to be one of God's designated tributaries to help them become the mighty river that He's designed them to be. You wouldn't be there with them if He hadn't decided they need someone like you, and that you need someone like them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6553316348640996992?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6553316348640996992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6553316348640996992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6553316348640996992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6553316348640996992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/09/mighty-rivers.html' title='Mighty Rivers'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SLvc-6txDtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/mDiPkTJKSgA/s72-Rc/untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-2171029375912646428</id><published>2008-08-28T10:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:10:21.330+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>What really happens when you pray for someone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SLZp_PGDP7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/vUeIgTvIye8/s1600-h/untitled1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img ad="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SLZp_PGDP7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/i1rWlu2YD5k/s320-R/untitled1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;IN Exodus 17:10 - downwards, the Jewish General, Joshua, has led his troops into battle against the brutal Amalekites. And old Moses goes to fight the real battle. The Bible says, "Moses, Aaron, and Hur went to the top of the hill. As long as Moses held up his hands, the Israelites were winning, but whenever he lowered his hands, the Amalekites were winning ... Aaron and Hur held his hands up - one on one side, one on the other - so that his hands remained steady till sunset. So, Joshua overcame the Amalekite army."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Just in case someone wondered what this "holding up his hands" business was all about, Moses later explained. He said, "Hands were lifted up to the throne of the Lord." Moses made it very clear that he was praying up on that hill. And notice how the battle was decided. Not by what the warriors were doing on the battlefield, but by what the prayer warrior was doing on the hill! That is always where the battles are decided - in the Throne Room of the Most High God as someone intercedes there for someone or something they care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;God must get tired of us saying, "Well, I can't really do much. I guess all I can do is pray." What? All I can do is go to the One who rules a hundred billion galaxies and focus His love and His power on some person or situation or need? There's nothing else you can do that is even remotely as powerful as that! So who are the people you're praying for on a regular basis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Commit yourself to be the Moses for some folks you know, and for some servants of God who are fighting on the front lines. And for some lost people for whom no one else may have ever prayed. I can tell you, as one person trying to serve the Most High God, there is nothing more decisive, more important, that you could do for us than to be a regular prayer warrior as we fight for some of those lost people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Let people know you're fighting for them in the Throne Room of God. Find out what they need you to be praying for. You'll be their Moses, praying down victory for their battle. You'll be their Aaron or Hur, holding up their arms when they can't go another step. When you pray fervently for someone, you are playing a vital part in guarding their life, in meeting their need, in changing their heart, in winning their battle. You are praying for them, you are going to the Throne Room of God for them. You are indeed, giving them the greatest gift anyone can give!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;ARE YOU GIVING PEOPLE AROUND YOU THE GREATEST GIFT? THINK ABOUT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;IF YOU ARE NOT AND ANYTHING HAPPEN IT WILL AFFECT YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;PLS GIVE AND IT WILL COME BACK TO YOU, GOOD MEASURE, PRESS DOWN SHAKEN TOGETHER AND RUNNING OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Shalom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-2171029375912646428?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/2171029375912646428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=2171029375912646428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2171029375912646428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2171029375912646428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-really-happens-when-you-pray-for.html' title='What really happens when you pray for someone?'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SLZp_PGDP7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/i1rWlu2YD5k/s72-Rc/untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-7869535478135551702</id><published>2008-08-25T13:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:15:48.645+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The promises of GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238410925658663730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SLKS-4to6zI/AAAAAAAAAVM/da-YnWJfc_w/s320/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Before you assume you know what to do in a certain situation, ask God. Before you assume you know what that person sitting across from is thinking and feeling, ask God. Before you assume you know what your next step in treatment will be, ask God.&lt;br /&gt;Good advice for counselors. Good advice for normal people too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, before you tear into your teenager because it appears they have been disobedient, ask God to help you respond to this child you love with all your heart in the way He wants you to respond. Before you rush into the office ready to express how unhappy you are in the work place, ask God how He wants you to speak to your boss. Ask God what He wants you to say. Ask God to show you what your boss needs from you.&lt;br /&gt;Before you make a rash decision in your anger and frustration. Ask God to help you calm down, ask God to remind you of times when you angered and frustrated other people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you fuss at the lady behind the desk ask God to remind you of times when people have shown you patience. Ask God remind you what patience looks like.&lt;br /&gt;Before you quit ask God what He wants you to do.&lt;br /&gt;Before you change jobs ask God what He wants.&lt;br /&gt;Before you get married ask God who He wants you to marry.&lt;br /&gt;Before you file for divorce ask God what He can do.&lt;br /&gt;Before you lose your temper ask God how He would have you respond.&lt;br /&gt;Before you treat someone with unkindness ask God to give you new words.&lt;br /&gt;Before you tell someone how to run their life ask God to give you the words, or ask Him close your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Before you assume you know how you should handle the difficult situation ask God to tell you how He wants you to handle the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Before you assume you know all there is to know about all there is to know ask God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened."Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets." (Matt 7:7-12 NIV) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you go too far into the day ask God and HE will direct your path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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Your miracle is on the way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SKwAP6NlG0I/AAAAAAAAATo/IUK32rH7wjk/s1600-h/hop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236560740049296194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SKwAP6NlG0I/AAAAAAAAATo/IUK32rH7wjk/s320/hop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you heard of the Chinese bamboo tree, which is planted, watered and fertilized year in, year out for four years without showing any visible sign of growth? If you were a farmer cultivating the Chinese bamboo tree, would you not be tempted to abandon the plant and consider it a waste of your time and efforts?&lt;br /&gt;But wait, during the fifth year, the plant suddenly shoots up and grows to be 90 ft tall in 6 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to tell you, my dear friend, you may have been struggling, striving and pushing to succeed in life without any sign of success. If there is hope for the Chinese bamboo tree, then there is hope for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, when did that Chinese bamboo tree grow? Was it just during that fifth year alone? Do you realize that the plant would have died if the farmer had stopped cultivating it at anytime during the first four years? Do you realize that many great dreams have been quietly buried because those who had them could not &lt;a href="http://mumsdadschildren.com/2008/04/perseverance.html"&gt;persevere&lt;/a&gt;? Lack of persistence is one major cause of failure. And it is proven that lack of persistence is a weakness common to the majority of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, I encourage you today don’t give up. Hebrews 10:35-36 says; therefore, do not cast away your confidence, which has great reward. For you have need of endurance so that after you have done the will of God you may receive the promise. DONT GIVE UP! Your miracle is on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One major characteristic I have discovered about successful people is the ability to persevere. That ability to continue in pursuit of a goal till desired results are obtained. It is called Staying Power. God in His omnipotence never created anyone to be a failure. But while we were born to be successful, we were not born successful. In other words, we are not ready made. Whether we succeed or fail, win or lose in life is a matter of choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The discovery of your purpose in life and the deliberate choice to keep on with your pursuit of its achievement come rain or shine will certainly make you stand out. It will make you a candidate for unlimited success. This process might even bring out the genius in you. Do you realize that those we describe as geniuses, those great inventors, are not necessarily men of high intelligence? However, they are men of unparallel level of &lt;a href="http://mumsdadschildren.com/2008/04/perseverance.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perseverance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I have since discovered that winners never quit and quitters never win. I have discovered that the reasons why some succeed are the same reasons others give as excuses for failure, the difference being in their attitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The situations, which losers see as stumbling blocks, are the same situations, which winners see as stepping-stones to success. Situations, which may be described as the Graveyards of dead dreams for losers, are the Front Porch of opportunities for winners. Winners see solutions while losers see problems. Winners see possibilities while losers see impossibilities. Whether you win or lose depends on what you see. And what you see determines whether you will keep on or give up. Dear friend, don’t give up. There is a miracle within your &lt;a href="http://mumsdadschildren.com/2008/08/discouragement-is-dangerous.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obstacles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. God will help you find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an exciting story we ought to share. It is the story of Glenn Cunningham, an American who was involved in a fire accident in school. Cunningham had severe burns. The doctors who treated him said he would never be able to walk again. But Cunningham saw the situation differently. He said, I will not only walk again, I will run. While everyone else was away from the house during the day, he would make his way to the fence. And right there on the fence, he learnt to walk again. Glenn went beyond walking, he began to run. In 1943 Glenn Cunningham set a new world record. He ran the mile in 4 minutes 6.8 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear friend, you may have suffered setbacks and disasters in life, which make the accomplishment of your dreams, seem impossible. They may have been in the areas of business, education or marriage. You can refuse to surrender your dreams to situations and circumstances. Don’t let life bury you before you are dead. Like Glenn Cunningham, you can rise again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, live on the offensive. Be bold and courageous. Take the initiative. Don’t wait for success to come because it won’t. Go for it. Take the plunge. God will not allow you fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We will succeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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Your miracle is on the way.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SKwAP6NlG0I/AAAAAAAAATo/IUK32rH7wjk/s72-c/hop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-45968514675190590</id><published>2008-08-11T15:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:53:05.839+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The promises of GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Moving Ahead, in Spite of the Danger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SKBDXNK5lgI/AAAAAAAAATI/r9RdIDOvQLk/s1600-h/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233256832955946498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SKBDXNK5lgI/AAAAAAAAATI/r9RdIDOvQLk/s320/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Television at its best - which it all too seldom delivers - can take you to some fascinating places in the world that you might never see any other way. Like the ancient Inca city of Machu Picchu, for example. The ruins of that ancient city, high up in the Andes Mountains of Peru, are remarkably well preserved, almost as if the city was just abandoned one night long ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A recent documentary showed burros making their way up this rugged, winding, perilous road to Machu Picchu, carrying the burdens of the humans who were leading them. You'd expect animals to be pretty skittish on a narrow trail and a deadly drop-off only feet away. Oh, but not those burros. No, they were remarkably calm the whole trip. Of course, there was a reason. They were blindfolded! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This documentary pointed out that the blindfold calmed the burros as they ascended their very dangerous road. They never realized the dangers that were all around them. They were just fine as long as they knew they were being led. You and I should be, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be that you've walked a pretty dangerous road lately, or that there's a road ahead that you're hesitant to climb because of the dangers on it: financial danger, physical danger, risking your security, the danger of losing someone that's important to you, the risks of venturing from the known to the unknown, or the potential dangers of a change in your life. To be honest, there are many times that we let the dangers decide whether or not we'll make a move. That's a bad idea. God's ancient people turned away from a Promised Land and wandered forty years in the wilderness because they let the dangers of Canaan decide what they were going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, the deciding factor shouldn't be how dangerous it looks, but rather that you are being led that direction by the Guide who has never lost anyone He was leading, no matter how steep the mountain. In Matthew 14, beginning with verse 28, we have a beautiful, flesh-and-blood example of how a follower of Jesus Christ ought to make every potentially dangerous decision. In the midst of a turbulent storm on the Sea of Galilee, Jesus has appeared to the disciples, literally walking on the water toward them and calling them not to be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says this: "'Lord, if it's You,' Peter replied, 'tell me to come to you on the water.' 'Come,' He said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus." That is amazing! And Peter would have kept walking on the water all the way to Jesus except for the fact that, well, he took his eyes off Jesus and focused on the storm. That sank him. But I love Peter's faith here. He didn't know how he would be supported where there was no visible means of support. He only needed to know one thing: "Lord, if it's You..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be the bottom line for any of us; not the storm, not the risks, not all the fearful things that might happen, not our capabilities. Now, we're not burros. We're the sheep of the Great Shepherd, and you need have no fear of any place that He is leading you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I've been hesitant to take a step that God was asking me to take because I perceived it to be what I called a "risky obedience." As it turns out, that's an oxymoron. There is only a risky disobedience. Not going where Jesus is leading is the greatest danger of all! I love the hymn that says, "I will tell the saints and angels as I lay my burden down, Jesus led me all the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, no matter how fearful the road may look, "Through many dangers, toils, and snares, you have already come. T'was grace that brought you safe thus far, and grace will lead you home." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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Things we say can literally bring emotional life to people or emotional death. You've experienced both. People's words that made you feel more alive; people's words that made you feel like you were dying inside. That's the kind of power your words have. And if we let some wrong words spill out, we can do some terrible - sometimes irreparable damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Proverbs, this great book of down-home, real-life wisdom from God, identifies some of the kinds of loose lips that sink ships. Listen with an open heart for a moment would you? It may be that one of these has been coming out of your mouth lately, and God wants to stop it before it does any more damage.Here's one: "A gossip separates close friends" (Proverbs 16:28). A relationship that was a good one gets tragically poisoned and alienated by a gossiping tongue - talking about a person behind their back, spreading bad things about someone. It's cheap, it's careless, it's malicious maybe unintentionally, but it is still malicious. It sinks closeness. It sinks trust between people. I need to know that my name is safe when I'm out of the room if you're in the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Proverbs 17:9 says, "He who covers an offense promotes love, but whoever repeats the matter separates close friends." There's that separation thing again. You've got two choices when someone hurts you or offends you. Overlook it and move on. That promotes love. Or tell someone else about what happened, which promotes alienation and distance between people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Reckless words also do a lot of damage. The Bible says, "Reckless words pierce like a sword" (Proverbs 12:18). The unthinking words that spill out on someone when we're angry or not getting our way or we just feel hurt. The thrust of the verbal sword takes only an instant, but the wound it leaves can last for years.Have your lips been too loose lately? It's time for the prayer of David in Psalm 141:3, "Set a guard over my mouth, O Lord; keep watch over the door of my lips." Ask God's forgiveness for those damaging words. Maybe you need to ask for forgiveness of someone you've hurt with those words and then regularly go to God for the self-control to keep those damaging words to yourself.Remember, your loose lips can literally sink someone that God loves so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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The chorus has the following lines: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hold to His hand, to God's unchanging hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hold to His hand, to God's unchanging hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Place your trust in things eternal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hold to God's unchanging hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Hold to God's Unchanging Hand by F.L. Eiland)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Job was reminded in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://net.bible.org/verse.php?book=Job&amp;amp;chapter=11&amp;amp;verse=13"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Job 11:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;, "If you direct your heart rightly, you will stretch out your hands toward him" Whether it's prayer or some other crying out to God, we do need to reach out for "God's unchanging hand." Sometimes, we have to work hard at remembering that, because at some point, we are going to come up against some challenges that will remind us that we just can't deal with everything by ourselves. We need support and encouragement. We need someone to hold on to us when it seems that our world is falling apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;As we "grow up," we also often grow independent -- independent of our parents and also independent of God. We like to think of ourselves as being able to take care of all of our own problems. This independence often reaches into all areas of our lives, even the spiritual. We lose contact with God, our heavenly Father, because we don't feel we need him. We think we can make it through life by ourselves and deal with all that the world dishes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We need our Heavenly Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember, we will never be too old to hold our father's hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-5856923001490619895?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/5856923001490619895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=5856923001490619895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5856923001490619895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5856923001490619895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/07/hold-on-to-gods-unchanging-hand.html' title='Hold on to God&apos;s unchanging hand'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SIRKkDB34ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OB-0RBuTBrk/s72-c/untitled3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-7550417447542755547</id><published>2008-07-16T12:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:38:59.597+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The promises of GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Immeasurably More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223557906742682242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SH3OPZcUooI/AAAAAAAAAPw/pGGhZotz-kc/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Prayer is a vitally important part of our Christian walk, but it's often greatly misunderstood. Prayer is how we talk with our Heavenly Father. It can never be used to manipulate God nor cause Him to do anything outside His perfect will. God is not our magic genie who has to grant our wishes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our attitude toward prayer reveals much about how we view God and the closeness of our relationship through faith in Jesus. If we continually wait for a crisis before we pray, we actually demonstrate a lack of love. A man may say he loves his wife but if he only occasionally talks with her, he reveals a shallow relationship. True love will always be reflected by a desire to spend time together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we lift our problems to God in prayer but also give Him our expected solutions, we demonstrate a lack of trust and reveal a misunderstanding of His sovereign nature and limitless ability. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 3:20 "Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consistent message through all of scripture is that God is calling us to a closer relationship - calling us to love Him with ALL our heart, soul, mind and strength (Mark 12:30). Therefore, our prayers MUST begin from a position of love. He wants us to continually know Him more and understand the true meaning of "My God will meet all your needs" (Philippians 4:19), and "with God all things are possible" (Matthew 19:26). He wants us to love Him and trust Him to provide! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's foolish for us to limit God to our own understanding. He created the Universe and knew the end of time before the beginning. He can, and will, "perfectly" solve our problems. He is working all things together for the good and using all situations to conform us to the likeness of His Son (Romans 8:28-29). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through a proper attitude of prayer, we acknowledge and submit to God's sovereignty. We praise Him because we know He is able to do much more than anything we ask, and we submit to His perfect understanding and purpose; "Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven" (Matthew 6:10) Our prayer is not matter of "working things out" with God - not of wrestling until we obtain OUR solution - rather, prayer simply becomes submission to His direction and trust in His perfect plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must present ourselves as empty vessels and allow God to work through us each and every day. Let's love Him enough to "pray continually" (1 Thessalonians 5:17). Let's make our requests known, but then let's submit and humbly acknowledge that He can do immeasurably more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-7550417447542755547?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/7550417447542755547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=7550417447542755547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7550417447542755547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7550417447542755547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/07/immeasurably-more.html' title='Immeasurably More'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SH3OPZcUooI/AAAAAAAAAPw/pGGhZotz-kc/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6144145655170400918</id><published>2008-07-14T10:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:36:53.592+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Anger and Bitterness,Can they Cohabit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222785632220874258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SHsP3GqKBhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JTlBUaCD77E/s320/untitled4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Word of God from Hebrews 12:15. God is showing us, there, that there are two things that can't live in the same house at the same time; actually, in the same heart. There's no way they can co-exist. Here's what it says, "See to it that no one misses the grace of God and that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, with the stress you have, you sure don't want to miss God's grace and His sustaining love. But this says you can, you can miss God's grace! How do you do that? Well, by having this other guy living in your heart. It talks about having "no bitter root." If bitterness is living in your heart, grace cannot move in. One or the other has got to go.Could it be that part of your stress is a poisonous root of bitterness in your heart? Maybe you've been hurt, maybe you've been rejected, maybe you've been abused, disappointed, and there's a growing resentment in your heart. Notice - growing. It says the bitter root grows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bitterness and anger never stand still, they keep growing. They start to "defile many," to spill over into other close relationships.Just last week a mother told me about how she'd been hurt some years before and how her heart, she said, had grown hard. She said, "Now my hard heart is affecting my husband and my children." You see, it was bitterness that turned it hard. The irony is that a grudge chains you emotionally to the person you dislike. "I don't like so and so, so I'll think about her a lot." That's what happens! Unforgiveness is like this emotional cancer and it eats you up inside. It costs you God's sustaining grace, and they can't live in the same house at the same time!Isn't it time you released that bitterness? Hasn't it done enough damage? It isn't hurting the person you're bitter toward, but it's hurting you, and probably others you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bitterness can only be moved out by something called forgiveness. Going to the Great Forgiver, the One who said of those who had just nailed Him to a cross, "Father, forgive them," and you say, "Lord, give me the grace to release this person, to forgive them, to release them to You." Not to excuse them, but choosing to treat them not as they treated me, but as Jesus treated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6144145655170400918?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6144145655170400918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6144145655170400918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6144145655170400918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6144145655170400918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/07/anger-and-bitternesscan-they-co-habit.html' title='Anger and Bitterness,Can they Cohabit?'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SHsP3GqKBhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JTlBUaCD77E/s72-c/untitled4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-2124343885612283363</id><published>2008-07-11T10:09:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:18:44.300+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Shock Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SHciyaioCII/AAAAAAAAAPM/MWxOclm_XtA/s1600-h/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221680542472734850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SHciyaioCII/AAAAAAAAAPM/MWxOclm_XtA/s320/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not all shocks are electrical are they? People around us are getting shocked every day by bad news they've just received, by bad treatment, by unexpected developments, by a death, or a failure, or by pain in a relationship. And not all hugs are two arms around a person - although that kind of hug is great. But a hug can be a word of encouragement, or an offer to help, a gift, a compliment, a place to rest and recover. It's practical love when someone has really been hit hard.David never forgot the men who "hugged" him, so to speak, when he was battling shock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The king that David had served loyally turned on him out of jealousy and he wanted him dead. And the king is in hot pursuit of David; he is ready to kill him when he finds him. This was way before electricity, but it must have been a shock to David. The Word of God comes out of that incident: I Chronicles 11:16. It says this, "At that time David was in the stronghold and the Philistine garrison was at Bethlehem. David longed for water and said, â€˜Oh, that someone would get me a drink of water from the well near the gate of Bethlehem.'"That's his home town, he's nostalgic for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;He's hurting because of the pressure he's under. The Philistines, his enemy, they're in charge of things there. But the Bible says, "So the three broke through the Philistine lines, drew water from the well near the gate of Bethlehem and carried it back to David." They knew his language of love at a time when he was really needing encouragement. It was behind enemy lines, but still they sacrificed and risked to bring David a gift that would let him know that he was cared about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Years later when David is king, these men are some of his main men. He never forgot that "hug" he got from them during his shock time.Sometimes we are so preoccupied with our own business and our own burdens we don't even notice the shock victims around us. But your hug might be just the margin for someone who's been really hit hard. And it isn't that difficult, it usually involves a simple step like a note, or a card, or a good deed, or allowing someone to use your car, or your getaway spot. It can mean just an offer to baby sit, or grocery shop, or maybe cook a meal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Matthew 10:42 He said, "If anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones because he is my disciple he will certainly not lose his reward." Jesus notices when we stop to administer shock therapy. When we find a way to show practical love to someone, like even a drink of cold water, He'll turn those hugs, those cups of water, into eternal reward someday. So open your eyes, open your heart to see the shock victim near you and find a way to hug them. And when you do, you'll be acting so very much like Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-2124343885612283363?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/2124343885612283363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=2124343885612283363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2124343885612283363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2124343885612283363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/07/shock-therapy.html' title='Shock Therapy'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SHciyaioCII/AAAAAAAAAPM/MWxOclm_XtA/s72-c/untitled2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-2559780020415869927</id><published>2008-06-25T11:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:18:54.687+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The promises of GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Trust His timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have read the instructions from His word about trusting God. I am  listening to Him, praying for His will to be done. I believe that He  is working even though I cannot see it. I know that He is in charge. I know that nothing will happen that escapes His view. I know that He cares for me. I know that He has always and will always deal with me according to His justice and goodness. However, there are still times when I have difficulty trusting His timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days before I had to go on maternity leave, I kept asking God, why the delay? Why does it have to be this way with me? But I was encouraged and my spirit was lifted when I read the message below sent in by a friend. I know you will understand better when you read my testimony of safe delivery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mumsdadschildren.com/2008/06/this-is-my-story.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered three realities about trusting His timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, trusting His timing is sometimes hard. There are times when I eagerly lay my cares down, but then I decide not to wait for God to work and pick it back up again. There are other times when my concerns must be ripped from my hands. My doubts and fears take over: What if He does not listen? What if He hears the wrong thing? What if He chooses to act in a way that I do not like? Or worse, what if He chooses not to act at all? I have swallowed hard when He responded with "No," and I have laid awake at night wrestling with His answers that appear to be, "Not now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, trusting His timing is sometimes easy. There are times when waiting for God to work His plan is easy. Laying my concerns at the feet of the Lord and leaving them there comes naturally. I have experienced answered prayer soon after making the request. I receive his "Yes" with joy and gratitude. I receive His "No" with patience and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, whether easy or difficult: His timing is always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solomon said this, "He has made everything beautiful in its time. He  has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom  what God has done from beginning to end." (Ecclesiastes 3:11, NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be in a waiting time. Waiting for the answer. Waiting for  direction. Waiting for peace. Waiting for hope. Waiting for healing.  Waiting for victory. Doubt and uncertainty set in. Questions. Fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you are waiting for trusting His timing is always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will make everything beautiful in its time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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That's especially important if it's been dark in your life for a while. It's been a long night; you've been waiting a long time for light to break through. But remember how God operates - a long wait, maybe a few signs of a little brightening, and then a sudden, dramatic breakthrough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This divine modus operandi is vividly illustrated in our word for today from the Word of God in Exodus 12:11. God's ancient people have been waiting for God to come through with their promised deliverance from their slavery in Egypt. But before it gets better, it gets worse. The request to Pharaoh only leads to them being oppressed more. Then there's a series of ten plagues, nine of which do not change their lives. It's been a long, long night. Like you maybe, they've been waiting for the sunrise for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then comes the night of the first Passover, the night God will change Pharaoh's heart with the last plague. Here are the Lord's instructions to His people about the Passover: "This is how you are to eat it: with your cloak tucked into your belt, your sandals on your feet, and your staff in your hand. Eat in haste." After all this waiting, God says, "Hey, be ready to go at a moment's notice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's what happened: "During the night Pharaoh summoned Moses and Aaron and said, 'Up! Leave My people, you and the Israelites! Go, worship the Lord as you requested. Take your flocks and herds ... and go.' The Egyptians urged the people to hurry and leave the country." Pharaoh and his people are literally urging their labor force, the Jews, to leave their country! And the Egyptians even give the Jews silver and gold and clothes - they finance the Exodus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a long wait, and then a sudden and blazing sunrise, and a dramatic difference. God may have you right in the middle of that kind of impending miracle at this moment. Except right now it looks like it's going to be dark forever. Don't let the length of the wait make you give up on the sunrise. Don't ever assume there's not enough time left for the answer to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever seen a sunrise? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're going to see one in your life - when God has everything ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And when it comes, it may very well come very fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And that sunrise will illuminate and change everything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The sunrise is worth waiting for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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Please read and learn that regardless of how difficult a situation is God is forever faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the country of Armenia, in 1988, Samuel and Danielle sent their young son, Armand, off to school. Samuel squatted before his son and looked him in the eye. "Have a good day at school, and remember, no matter what, I'll always be there for you." They hugged and the boy ran off to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, a powerful earthquake rocked the area. In the midst of the pandemonium, Samuel and Danielle tried to discover what happened to their son but they couldn't get any information. The radio announced that there were thousands of casualties. Samuel then grabbed his coat and headed for the schoolyard. When he reached the area, what he saw brought tears to his eyes. Armand's school was a pile of debris. Other parents were standing around crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel found the place where Armand's classroom used to be and began pulling a broken beam off the pile of rubble. He then grabbed a rock and put it to the side, and then grabbed another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the parents looking on asked, "What are you doing?" "Digging for my son," Samuel answered. The man then said, "You're just going to make things worse! The building is unstable," and tried to pull Samuel away from his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel just kept working. As time wore on, one by one, the other parents left. Then a worker tried to pull Samuel away from the rubble. Samuel looked at him and said, "Won't you help me?" The worker left and Samuel kept digging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through the night and into the next day, Samuel continued digging. Parents placed flowers and pictures of their children on the ruins. But, Samuel just kept working. He picked up a beam and pushed it out of the way when he heard a faint cry. "Help! Help!" Samuel listened but didn't hear anything again. Then he heard a muffled voice, "Papa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel began to dig furiously. Finally he could see his son. "Come on out, son!" he said with relief.&lt;br /&gt;"No," Armand said. "Let the other kids come out first because I know you'll get me." Child after child emerged until, finally, little Armand appeared. Samuel took him in his arms and Armand said, "I told the other kids not to worry because you told me that you'd always be there for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen children were saved that day because one father was faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more faithful is our heavenly Father! Whether trapped by fallen debris or ensnared by life's hardships and struggles, we are never cut off from God's faithfulness. He is true to His character. He is reliable and trustworthy and can always be counted on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 7:9 "Know therefore that the Lord your God is God; He is the faithful God, keeping His covenant of love to a thousand generations..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 1:9 - God, who has called you into fellowship with his Son Jesus Christ our Lord, is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 37:28, "For the Lord loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones. They will be protected forever"&lt;br /&gt;While not trust HIM now and see how faithful GOD is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-9067890771986066726?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/9067890771986066726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=9067890771986066726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/9067890771986066726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/9067890771986066726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-is-ever-faithful.html' title='God Is Ever Faithful.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R-j7kW6Of3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/n9FhWWALVSo/s72-c/need.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-7332153809813080583</id><published>2008-03-04T12:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:36:43.905+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The promises of GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Psalm 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R80jb1CelRI/AAAAAAAAALc/7FrkioJlH6g/s1600-h/bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173830507919480082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R80jb1CelRI/AAAAAAAAALc/7FrkioJlH6g/s320/bible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You may have never thought nor looked at this Psalm in this way; even though you say it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Lord is my Shepherd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Supply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He makes me to lie down in green pastures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He led me beside the still waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Refreshment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He restores my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Healing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He led me in the paths of righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Guidance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For His namesake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Testing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fear no evil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Protection! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;For Thou art with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Discipline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou anointest my head with oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Consecration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cup runneth over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Abundance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will dwell in the house of the Lord…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Security!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Eternity! 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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-7332153809813080583?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/7332153809813080583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=7332153809813080583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7332153809813080583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7332153809813080583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/03/psalm-23.html' title='Psalm 23'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R80jb1CelRI/AAAAAAAAALc/7FrkioJlH6g/s72-c/bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-8649698003374929089</id><published>2008-02-27T10:59:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:13:29.782+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bits an Pieces'/><title type='text'>Attention all Bloggers,ALERTPAY is here for us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.alertpay.com/?XYSst9CE65lgJFJuZ2sD7Q%3d%3d"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alertpay.com/banners/ban_18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R8UnNUNPpSI/AAAAAAAAALM/oOaiiQDFuMU/s1600-h/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recently stumbled upon a site where I read about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alertpay.com/?XYSst9CE65lgJFJuZ2sD7Q%3d%3d"&gt;Alertpay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I was so excited for two reasons, the one first one being that PAYPAL has finally gotten a much awaited competition and secondly I can now take part in promos and paid blogging fully because I am now sure I can get my money as at when due. The best news is that Alertpay is fully operational here in Nigeria. You can send and receive money and even make other transactions depending on your subscription type. Please take time to check out the site and register your interest via this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alertpay.com/?XYSst9CE65lgJFJuZ2sD7Q%3d%3d"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-8649698003374929089?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.alertpay.com/?XYSst9CE65lgJFJuZ2sD7Q%3d%3d' title='Attention all Bloggers,ALERTPAY is here for us!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/8649698003374929089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=8649698003374929089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/8649698003374929089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/8649698003374929089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/02/attention-all-bloggersalertpay-is-here.html' title='Attention all Bloggers,ALERTPAY is here for us!'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-3834877174805344690</id><published>2008-02-25T13:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:27:54.735+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Knowing Where To Tap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R8KmAUNPpQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eKT-kCu3tZA/s1600-h/tap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170877846529221890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R8KmAUNPpQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eKT-kCu3tZA/s320/tap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know that Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort in your life makes all the difference? Read the following story and be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the story of the giant ship engine that failed? The ship's owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure out how to fix the engine. Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a youngster. He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sent a bill that read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapping with hammer ..................... $ 2.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing where to tap .................... $ 9,998.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAND TOTAL ...................................................$10,000.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray GOD to always give us the insight to know WHERE TO TAP whenever we are faced with the dangers and WORRISOME SITUATIONS associated with the DECISIONS of today. May the good Lord always bless our effort? When we know where to tap, (through His grace), may He lead and direct us on how to do the tapping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-3834877174805344690?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/3834877174805344690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=3834877174805344690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3834877174805344690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3834877174805344690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/02/knowing-where-to-tap.html' title='Knowing Where To Tap.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R8KmAUNPpQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eKT-kCu3tZA/s72-c/tap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-180211203875100900</id><published>2008-02-18T10:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:06:09.104+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The limit to your growth and independence could be you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168243081661621490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R7lJs0NPpPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/63WJq_QQlos/s320/decision.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know that the world is like a mirror, which gives back to&lt;br /&gt;anyone the reflection of the thoughts in which one has strongly believed? Do you also know that the only person who is capable of setting limits to your growth is YOU, so examine yourself, watch yourself. Don't be afraid of difficulties, impossibilities and losses, be a winner, build yourself and your reality. Read the following story and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;One day, an employer called all his employees together and announced to them thus; "Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in thiscompany passed away. I invite you to join the funeral in the next room. They were all sad to hear of the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know whothe person was who had hindered the growth of his colleagues and the company itself. The excitement in the room was such that security agents were ordered to control the crowd within the room. The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up. Everyone thought: "Who is this guy who was hindering my progress? Well, at least he died!” One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it they suddenly became speechless. They stood near the coffin, shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul. There was a mirror inside the coffin, everyone who looked inside it could see himself. There was also a sign next to the mirror that said: "There is only one person who is capable to set limits to your growth:it is YOU. You are the only person who can revolutionize your life. You are theonly person who can influence your happiness, your realization and your success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You are the only person who can help yourself. Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friend’s change, when your parents change, when your partner changes, when your company changes. Your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs, when you realize that you are the only one responsible for your life. "The most important relationship you can have, is the one you have with yourself"&lt;br /&gt;The world and your reality are like mirrors lying in a coffin, whichshow to any individual the death of his divine capability to imagineand create his happiness and his success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-180211203875100900?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/180211203875100900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=180211203875100900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/180211203875100900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/180211203875100900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/02/limit-to-your-growth-and-independence.html' title='The limit to your growth and independence could be you!'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R7lJs0NPpPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/63WJq_QQlos/s72-c/decision.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-5972496677004662074</id><published>2008-01-30T12:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T12:40:58.193+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Patience is a virtue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R6BTxYCtdvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/h59033jimtI/s1600-h/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161217280699102962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R6BTxYCtdvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/h59033jimtI/s320/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Compliments of the season to you.Welcome back from the festivities,the holiday and what have you.I think the story below is a good way to start the new year,patience is a virtue we should all learn as a little patience can drastically reduce major life long errors. Often we misjudged people and tear them to shreds with harsh words and even with physical assault before we have had time to evaluate the situation? Read and be blessed because there is a lot to learn from this story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;There is the story of a woman who had a faithful dog. This dog was so faithful that the woman could leave her baby with it and go out to attend other matters. She always returned to find the child soundly asleep with the dog faithfully watching over him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;One day something tragic happened. The woman as usual, left the baby in the “hands” of this faithful dog and went out shopping. When she returned, she discovered rather a nasty scene. There was a total mess. The baby’s cot was dismantled and his nappies and clothes torn to shreds with bloodstains all over the bedroom where she had left the child and the dog. Shocked, the woman wailed as she began looking for the baby. Presently, she saw the faithful dog emerging from under the bed. It was covered with blood and licking its mouth as it had just finished a delicious meal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The woman went berserk and assumed that the dog had devoured her baby. Without much thought she clubbed the dog to death. But as she continued searching for the “remains” of her child, she beheld another scene. Close to the bed was the baby who, although lying on bare floor, was safe. And under the bed the carcass of a jackal torn to pieces in what must have been a fierce battle between it and the dog which was now dead. Then the reality hit the woman who now began to understand what took place in her absence. The dog fought to protect the baby from the ravenous jackal. It was too late for her now to make amends because in her impatience and anger, she had killed the faithful dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you think of being patient now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-5972496677004662074?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/5972496677004662074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=5972496677004662074&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5972496677004662074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5972496677004662074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2008/01/patience-is-virtue.html' title='Patience is a virtue'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R6BTxYCtdvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/h59033jimtI/s72-c/untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-2569787931190394631</id><published>2007-12-05T09:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:43:14.299+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Don't be in a hurry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R1Zj9rlop2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/oajR7YlkEO8/s1600-h/hurry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140405936013748066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R1Zj9rlop2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/oajR7YlkEO8/s320/hurry.gif" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Patience is one of those areas in which most of us are, to say it nicely, under construction. We don't like to wait. Our lives are busy, they’re full, and we hate delays. Many times the delay is actually part of the plan to protect us from something that could hurt us if we stayed "on schedule"; on our schedule, that is. You can see God's protective delays at work when the Jews were miraculously delivered from slavery to Pharaoh in Egypt, and they're ready to be on the interstate to the Promised Land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's what happened and why. "When Pharaoh let the people go, God did not lead them on the road through the Philistine country, though that was shorter. For God said, 'If they face war, they might change their minds and return to Egypt.' So God led the people around the desert road toward the Red Sea." So, God purposely slows down his people, and then that longer road leads to what appears to be a disaster. They’re trapped at the Red Sea with the Egyptian Army bearing down on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now it may be that God is taking you the longer, slower way right now. You were, like those people on the interstate that was suddenly closed, speeding full speed ahead. Suddenly, all you can see is an ocean of red brake lights in front of you. You're waiting, and you don't know why. It's because God knows what's up ahead and you don't. And He's protecting you from a battle up there that you're not ready to fight, from danger that might hurt you, from a temptation or a test for which you’re just not yet strong enough. Remember, He's promised not to let you face more than He knows you can bear. Maybe you have prayed these words many times, “Lord, 'Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.” And the reason you're waiting or taking what seems to be a detour is because your Father, who art in heaven, is answering that prayer! And if the delay and the detour bring you to a Red Sea, not to worry! He's leading you, not into a mess, but into a miracle you'll never forget! So learn to relax when God closes the road or suddenly slows you down. It's all about His love for you, a love that knows what's best for you, a love that knows what's going to happen if you keep going the same direction at the same speed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So don't sit there, pounding the steering wheel and fuming. You aren't late. In fact, you're right on time - God's time. And this isn't Plan B. This is what God's Plan A has been all the time. So trust the One who plans the trip and who protects those who belong to Him. If you could see what's up ahead, you'd be so grateful that God has made you wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-2569787931190394631?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/2569787931190394631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=2569787931190394631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2569787931190394631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2569787931190394631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-be-in-hurry.html' title='Don&apos;t be in a hurry.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R1Zj9rlop2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/oajR7YlkEO8/s72-c/hurry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-5465387792624088598</id><published>2007-11-28T12:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:18:16.282+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Someone sent me the Wooden Bowl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Got this great piece from friend, it’s worth reading; please ensure you read to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137833027164398130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R00_6rNnYjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bIMltlf29w8/s320/Granville14Birch%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor." So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl! When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The four-year-old watched it all in silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"Just as sweetly, the boy responded, &lt;strong&gt;"Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up."&lt;/strong&gt; The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A rainy day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The elderly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lost luggage, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tangled Christmas tree lights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents,you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life".I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back. I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you. I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just afriendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shalom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-5465387792624088598?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/5465387792624088598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=5465387792624088598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5465387792624088598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5465387792624088598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/11/someone-sent-me-wooden-bowl.html' title='Someone sent me the Wooden Bowl!'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R00_6rNnYjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bIMltlf29w8/s72-c/Granville14Birch%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-7897908944322486381</id><published>2007-11-26T09:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:08:23.216+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Alphabets of one's life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R0p-XbNnYgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7V-dlnBNVzk/s1600-h/frie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137057265876427266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R0p-XbNnYgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7V-dlnBNVzk/s320/frie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Got this piece from a long time friend who I have even lost contact with. This man was once a very good friend with whom I share thoughts, aspirations and dreams. A levelheaded person, the friendship dwindled when he had to move away with his wife and children to seek greener pasture elsewhere. I missed them a lot especially the little son David. I felt touched when all of a sudden I received this from him, I guess he is trying to tell me something, which I already know, I have been too neglecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey friend, if you are reading this, please forgive my omission, after going through this mail, I promise to be a true friend in words and deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this piece; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt;ccept you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(B)&lt;/strong&gt;elieves in "you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(C)&lt;/strong&gt;all you just to say "HI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(D)&lt;/strong&gt;on't give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(E)&lt;/strong&gt;nvision the whole of you (even the unfinished parts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(F)&lt;/strong&gt;orgive your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(G)&lt;/strong&gt;ive unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(H)&lt;/strong&gt;elp you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I)&lt;/strong&gt;nvite you over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(J)&lt;/strong&gt;ust to "be" with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(K)&lt;/strong&gt;eep you close at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(L)&lt;/strong&gt;oves you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(M)&lt;/strong&gt;akes a difference in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(N)&lt;/strong&gt;ever Judges,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(O)&lt;/strong&gt;ffers support,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(P)&lt;/strong&gt;icks you up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Q)&lt;/strong&gt;uiets your fears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(R)&lt;/strong&gt;aises your spirit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(S)&lt;/strong&gt;ays nice things about you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(T)&lt;/strong&gt;ells you the truth when you need to hear it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(U)&lt;/strong&gt;nderstands you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(V)&lt;/strong&gt;alues you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(W)&lt;/strong&gt;alks beside you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(X)-&lt;/strong&gt;plains thing you don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Y)&lt;/strong&gt;ells when you won't listen, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Z)&lt;/strong&gt;aps you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;True friends are the 'Alphabets' of one's life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-7897908944322486381?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/7897908944322486381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=7897908944322486381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7897908944322486381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7897908944322486381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/11/alphabets-of-ones-life.html' title='Alphabets of one&apos;s life.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/R0p-XbNnYgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7V-dlnBNVzk/s72-c/frie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-2524878080728362896</id><published>2007-11-20T09:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:10:35.308+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Desire"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is a longing or craving, as for something that brings satisfaction or enjoyment. It is that unquenchable thirst to have something, to do something or become something or someone. Desire is the starting point of success; it is an essential key to success, desire is the genesis of all achievement. When you want something so badly that the urge to possess it overcomes all other reason, then that desire will erase all thoughts of failure, doubts and uncertainty from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;What do you desire? Success, financial breakthrough, good health, &lt;a href="http://channelofhealing.blogspot.com/search/label/HEALING"&gt;healing&lt;/a&gt;, good job, freedom from oppression, children, &lt;a href="http://mumsdadschildren.blogspot.com/2007/06/marriage.html"&gt;marriage&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mumsdadschildren.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-what-does-it-look-like.html"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;? Your desire for any of these must be so great for you to have them, because no substitute or stand-in can take the place of desire. It is either you want it or you don’t. You must know what you want, and then you must want what you want with a passion so intense and so strong that failure or defeat remains an unavailable option. When you know this and practice it, then the sky is the limit for what you can achieve with the power of desire behind you.&lt;br /&gt;I once read somewhere that no amount of adversity can hold back a success-conscious individual, the same, as one cannot prop up a failure-conscious individual. You win or lose because you commit to one or the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You decide!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-2524878080728362896?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/2524878080728362896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=2524878080728362896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2524878080728362896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2524878080728362896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/11/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6902873532249567418</id><published>2007-11-15T12:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:25:01.617+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bits an Pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>The Modern wife.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is a myth that when a son gets married and a new daughter-in-law arrives in the family, everything changes. Some daughters-in-law are well trained and well mannered....They don't come to change the family, they are here to..............................................(READ ON!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The new wife was being welcomed at the husband's home in a traditional manner. As expected she gave a speech thus; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New wife:&lt;/strong&gt; My dear family, I thank you for welcoming me in my new home and family, firstly, my being here does not mean that I would want to change your way of life, your routine .No, I will never do that, never in a million years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother-in-law:&lt;/strong&gt; What do you mean my dear?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New wife:&lt;/strong&gt; What I mean dad is (looking at her in-laws); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those who used to wash the dishes must carry on washing them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those who used to do the laundry must carry on doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those who cooked should not stop at my account, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those who used to clean should continue cleaning!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother-in-law:&lt;/strong&gt; And what are you here for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New wife:&lt;/strong&gt; AS FOR ME, I'M HERE JUST TO ENTERTAIN YOUR SON!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bravo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks to Olaitan for this piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6902873532249567418?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6902873532249567418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6902873532249567418&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6902873532249567418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6902873532249567418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/11/modern-wife.html' title='The Modern wife.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-8638665727860245977</id><published>2007-11-09T13:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:18:09.336+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>I refused to be discouraged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes when people see how fervent, diligent and committed you are to a cause, they tend to want to put stumbling blocks in your way. It is then left for you as a person with an excellent spirit to see beyond the discouragement. If such obstacles are thrown your way, it could also enlighten you, give you a better understanding of your believe. Wallowing in self-pity cannot make the situation better. See beyond the set back, pick up your life and live it to the fullest. Here is a story to encourage you.&lt;br /&gt;A young boy was sitting on a park bench with one hand resting on an open Bible and loudly exclaiming his praise to God. "Hallelujah! Hallelujah! God is great!" he yelled without worrying whether anyone heard him or not. Shortly after, along came a man who had recently completed some studies at a local university. Feeling himself very enlightened in the ways of truth and very eager to show this enlightenment, he asked the boy about the source of his joy. "Hey" asked the boy in return with a bright laugh, "Don't you have any idea what God is able to do? I just read that God opened up the waves of the Red Sea and led the whole nation of Israel right through the middle."&lt;br /&gt;The enlightened man laughed lightly, sat down next to the boy and began to try to open his eyes to the "realities" of the miracles of the Bible. "That can all be very easily explained. Modern scholarship has shown that the Red Sea in that area was only 10-inches deep at that time. It was no problem for the Israelites to wade across."&lt;br /&gt;The boy was shocked. His eyes wandered from the man back to the Bible opened on his lap. The man, content that he had enlightened the poor, naive boy to the finer points of scientific insight, turned to go. Scarcely had he taken two steps when the boy began to rejoice and praise louder than before.&lt;br /&gt;The man turned to ask the reason for this resumed jubilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ Wow!” exclaimed the boy happily, "God is greater than I even thought! Not only did He lead the whole nation of Israel through the Red Sea, He topped it off by drowning the whole Egyptian army in 10-inches of water!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ho, he could not have been more fervent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-8638665727860245977?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/8638665727860245977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=8638665727860245977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/8638665727860245977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/8638665727860245977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-refused-to-be-discouraged.html' title='I refused to be discouraged.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-149962555901830648</id><published>2007-11-05T14:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:17:19.189+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bits an Pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Ever been chased by a real Bad Dude?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An old fellow had been in the north woods for weeks by himself, camping out. Each night at dusk he built a campfire, boiled water for coffee, and took out his skillet to fry up some bacon for dinner. As he was sitting by the fire one night, the water boiling and the bacon sizzling, he heard a tremendous racket in the brush. The sound was like a roaring freight train, and as trees fell over and branches snapped, the biggest bear he’d ever seen lumbered into the clearing. On the bear’s back was a tough-looking hombre holding a seven-foot live rattlesnake in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;The man shouted and screamed as he brought the bear to a skidding halt, bit the head off the rattlesnake, and flung it into the brush. Then he slid off the bear’s back, turned, and hit him between the eyes, knocking him unconscious. The camper was speechless as this wild-eyed renegade walked over to the fire, tossed the boiling coffee down his throat, drank the hot grease from the skillet, and ate all of the bacon in one bite. As he wiped his hands with poison ivy and slapped the bear back to consciousness, he turned to the camper and said, “Partner, I’m sorry I can’t stay around and visit with you a while, but I have got to keep moving ‘cause a real bad dude is chasing me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-149962555901830648?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/149962555901830648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=149962555901830648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/149962555901830648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/149962555901830648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/11/bad-dude-is-chasing-me.html' title='Ever been chased by a real Bad Dude?'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-1765270049204650633</id><published>2007-10-30T17:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:05:58.997+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bits an Pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True life story'/><title type='text'>The Fight Against Child Abuse: A Tribute To The Late Nurin Jazlin (1999 to 2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RydOARLYcHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AmDe1BXwY_0/s1600-h/nurin[1].png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127152467302707314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RydOARLYcHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AmDe1BXwY_0/s320/nurin%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This post is from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nafasg.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NAFASG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In our times of darkness, children are the ones who will brighten us up. No matter what ordeals we have to endure in our daily lives, we know that we can overcome them the moment we set eyes on children. Their innocence and purity in them will always give us a sense of peacefulness and calm that is beyond words. And it goes without saying that life would be meaningless without seeing them smile, hearing them laugh and cry, and feeling their small and flawlessly gentle hands that want to reach out to us.Yet, there are some who show no empathy and sensitivity towards these beautiful souls. Worse still, they would dunk themselves into physical violence and cruelty towards the children without even thinking twice. Such acts can deem someone to be worse than an animal, because even an animal has compassion and love for its young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is going on with this world? Why must such horrid acts be carried out? Why do these people ever exist in this world?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RydOcBLYcII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4aNK2H7JI8U/s1600-h/th_nurin4[1].png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127152944044077186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RydOcBLYcII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4aNK2H7JI8U/s320/th_nurin4%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please take this time to read this special message from us, and show your utmost support and sympathy towards the family of the late Nurin Jazlin, who passed away tragically and brutally at the age of only eight. Little Nurin Jazlin’s body was discovered in a gym bag on 17th September, one month after she was abducted. Upon the discovery, she was seen to be in the most horrifying state ever. Her hair was short and curled up, when it was originally straight and long. Her body was pale and badly bruised from head to toe, and there were traces of foreign objects like brinjal and cucumber found in the virginal area of her body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nafasg.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/Rygw6BLYcLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sy0wQzdwaF8/s1600-h/th_nurin3[1].png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127401949068030130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/Rygw6BLYcLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sy0wQzdwaF8/s320/th_nurin3%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parents of the deceased took a long time to acknowledge her death, but eventually did after all the thorough DNA tests had been carried out by the forensics department. Her body was finally buried on 21st September. Her father, Jazimin Abdul Jalil, had expressed his sorrow towards this tragedy, stating that whoever who caused her death was not a human being, but rather, an animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nafasg.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was the result of an outrage of modesty (See Picture On The Right) caused by a man of age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RygyoxLYcOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IITXh9Rrs18/s1600-h/devils[1].png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127403851738542306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RygyoxLYcOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IITXh9Rrs18/s320/devils%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; between 35 and 40, who was thought to be someone who enjoyed torturing people, particularly children. Along with him was a 23-year-old lady, who was apparently his partner in crime. The lady had been found and called for questioning by the Malaysian authorities, whereas the man has yet to be found. Hence, we are urging all of you here to play your part in finding this serial killer cum sexual offender and ensuring that justice is served to the deceased and her family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you know of the culprits’ whereabouts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nafasg.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;keep us informed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;immediately, or directly inform her uncle, Jasni Abdul Jalil, via his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nurinjazlin.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, which he had specially created as a form of dedication to her.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over the years, we have heard of children’s lives being taken away due to the evil doings of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RygzzhLYcQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1CHyz4E6-NM/s1600-h/th_nurin6[1].png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127405135933763842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RygzzhLYcQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1CHyz4E6-NM/s320/th_nurin6%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; heartless adults. Nurin’s death was one of the most gruesome and tragic deaths that made many of us shocked, despaired and furious. Do you want more children to die in the hands of these sadistic people? Do you still wish to hear such saddening news of child abuse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nafasg.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then let us do our part right away! Together we can make this world a better place for the little ones. Let us all join hand in hand and put a stop to such cruelty towards them once and for all! Fight against child abuse today.We have created a logo to show our support towards the fight against child abuse. If you would like to join in this movement, please copy and paste this article in your site and place the logo. 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Thank you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WE ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE. ARE YOU? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rplayground.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Rolando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, support the Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rplayground.com/archives/259" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://janiceng.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Janice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, support the Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://janiceng.blogspot.com/2007/10/fight-against-child-abuse.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://waterlearner.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://waterlearner.blogspot.com/2007/10/child-abuse-disturbing-reality.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flsam.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flsam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flsam.com/?p=757" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chumsyashley.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Little Chumsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, support the Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ailema4ever.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ailema4ever.blogspot.com/2007/10/support-movement-fight-against-child.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://evaleong.com/blog/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desperate Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, support the Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eatyourmaths.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Winston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eatyourmaths.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-one-might-not-get-many-pings-but.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xiaoyenzi.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Xiaoyenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xiaoyenzi.blogspot.com/2007/10/fight-against-child-abuse-tribute-to.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://agreatpleasure.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jean Chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://agreatpleasure.blogspot.com/2007/10/tribute-to-late-nurin-jazlin.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://keeyit.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kee Yit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://keeyit.blogspot.com/2007/10/child-abuse-stop-it.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nimrodjo.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aryst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nimrodjo.com/2007/10/07/what-is-happening-to-our-world/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://revellian.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://revellian.com/2007/10/07/fighting-abuse-tribute-late-nurin-jazlin-1999-2007/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://feel-living.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lilifxt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://feel-living.blogspot.com/2007/10/fight-against-child-abuse-tribute-to.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zbhlms.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zbhlms.blogspot.com/2007/10/heartbreaking-reality-of-child-abuse.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://leechien418.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lee Chien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://leechien418.blogspot.com/2007/10/fight-against-child-abuse-tribute-to.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stars-light.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;JaMiLLa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stars-light.blogspot.com/2007/10/please-join-us-in-bloggers-unite.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mariuca.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mariuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mariuca.blogspot.com/2007/10/stop-abuse.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jesseblogs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jesseblogs.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-this.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://teachme-buzz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mhrmz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://teachme-buzz.blogspot.com/2007/10/fight-against-child-abuse-tribute-to.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://teachme-buzz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mhrmz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://teachme-buzz.blogspot.com/2007/10/fight-against-child-abuse-tribute-to.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://grumpysstuff.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Robert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://grumpysstuff.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-that-bothers-hell-out-of-me.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kcelebration.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kcelebration.blogspot.com/2007/10/fight-against-child-abuse.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladyjava.javaura.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lady Java&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladyjava.javaura.com/2007/10/i-am-against-child-abuse.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://raynrayne.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rayne Lim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://raynrayne.blogspot.com/2007/10/fight-against-child-abuse-tribute-to.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweet Pea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweetpeamy.blogspot.com/2007/10/fight-against-child-abuse-tribute-to.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://grottynosh.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Colin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://grottynosh.wordpress.com/2007/10/10/the-disturbing-reality-of-child-abuse/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buffysblog.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Buffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://buffysblog.com/buffy-says-blah/the-fight-against-child-abuse-tribute-to-nurin-jazlin-1999-2007" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://9819wwh.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;W_W_H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://9819wwh.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-support-of-fight-against-child-abuse.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.totalnoid.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chessnoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.totalnoid.com/2007/10/14/the-fight-against-child-abuse-tribute-to-the-late-nurin-jazlin-1999-2007/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mumsdadschildren.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; support the Movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/10/fight-against-child-abuse-tribute-to.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my supported article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I, YOUR NAME (MAIN URL) support the movement. 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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-1765270049204650633?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/1765270049204650633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=1765270049204650633&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1765270049204650633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1765270049204650633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/10/fight-against-child-abuse-tribute-to.html' title='The Fight Against Child Abuse: A Tribute To The Late Nurin Jazlin (1999 to 2007)'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RydOARLYcHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AmDe1BXwY_0/s72-c/nurin%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-4492558971947163072</id><published>2007-10-26T09:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T09:59:34.598+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Don't wait till tomorrow,Do it now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got this interesting article from a friend. Have a nice read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone knows that life is already unmercifully short; here today, gone tomorrow is a fact of life sooner or later, it is a reality that each of us must face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How and where we spend our time should be a matter of serious urgency because tomorrow is a day that never comes. And there is no guarantee that you will live to see another tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a day that all of us should live in and enjoy this very moment. We should strive to enjoy this day. And this day should be considered the greatest day of your life. You were taught, early on, not to put off until tomorrow what can and should be done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means dreams must be lived in the now; truth must be told today, love, sharing, caring and serving must be done today. Unattended obligations must be completed today and forgiveness must begin this very moment. Both justice and friendship must be implemented and maintained right now, not tomorrow or next month.&lt;br /&gt;It is foolish and very unwise to wait for the right moment or the right opportunity before you take action to embrace the totality of life. Consider every moment to be the right moment and also the right opportunity. Time is the one constant in all life; it never slows or speeds up but is continuous and unrelenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presidents, potentates, kings and queens, and all manner of high-ranking movers and shakers may die, come and go, but time is no respecter of person, title or position. All of us have equal access to the same amount of time. Rich people have no more or less time than people who are not rich. Somehow, they seem to make better use of their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure, they are both times conscious as well as value-conscious. You dont get rich or achieve outstanding success by misusing time. Most successful people do things that add to, not take away from their success. They value their time, and also the time of other time-conscious individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time being a decisive factor in all life, there is no room for plea-bargaining; all excuses, reasonable or unreasonable, are unacceptable. With or without you, time marches on, which is why you must get busy maximizing every available moment. A do-it-now attitude must be reflected in your spirit, in your actions as well as in your deeds. A can't wait; do-it-now mentality must become the new order of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-4492558971947163072?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/4492558971947163072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=4492558971947163072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/4492558971947163072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/4492558971947163072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-wait-till-tomorrowdo-it-now.html' title='Don&apos;t wait till tomorrow,Do it now!'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-5155024855666733521</id><published>2007-10-18T10:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:35:04.555+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bits an Pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>It’s good to have friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since my return I’ve been bombarded with all sorts of mail, some of which are extremely funny and some just too hilarious for words. I guess my friend who’s been sending me jokes after jokes just want me to forget the gloom of the past weeks. Thanks for this friend, I had quite a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all enjoy it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home For The Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;An elderly man in Phoenix calls his son in New York and says,&lt;br /&gt;"I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pop, what are you talking about?" the son screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the old man says.&lt;br /&gt;"We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this,&lt;br /&gt;so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her," and he hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Like hell they're getting divorced," she shouts, "I'll take&lt;br /&gt;care of this." She calls Phoenix immediately, and screams at&lt;br /&gt;the old man, "You are NOT getting divorced. Don't do a single&lt;br /&gt;thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back,&lt;br /&gt;and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a&lt;br /&gt;thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?" and hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man hangs up his phone, too, and turns to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," he says, "they're coming for Thanksgiving. Now what&lt;br /&gt;do we tell them for Christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jake was on his deathbed. His wife, Susan, was maintaining a vigil by&lt;br /&gt;his side. As she held his fragile hand, tears ran down her face. Her praying&lt;br /&gt;roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to move&lt;br /&gt;slightly.&lt;br /&gt;"My darling Susan," he whispered. "Hush, my love," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rest. Shhh. Don't talk." He was insistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Susan," he said in his tired voice. "I have something I must confess to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Susan. "Everything's all right, go to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no. I must die in peace, Susan. I slept with your sister, your best friend, and your mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," she replied. 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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-5155024855666733521?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/5155024855666733521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=5155024855666733521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5155024855666733521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5155024855666733521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-good-to-have-friends.html' title='It’s good to have friends.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-484703622419637244</id><published>2007-10-17T10:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T11:04:23.581+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bits an Pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Let's have some laughter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can’t help but try to lighten the mood of this blog a bit. Everyone needs a good laugh once in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here’s the story of three men who died and went to heaven. At heavens orientation ceremony, each of them were asked,&lt;br /&gt;When you were in your casket and friends and family were mourning you, what would you have loved to hear them say about you?&lt;br /&gt;The first man said, "I would have loved to hear them say that I was a great doctor of my time, and a great family man."&lt;br /&gt;The second guy says, "I would have loved to hear that I was a wonderful husband and school teacher which made a huge difference in our children of tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last guy replies, " would have loved to hear them say... LOOK, HE'S MOVING!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A young vicar, who was so nervous at his first mass that he could hardly speak, asked a senior vicar’s advice on how he could relax. The senior vicar told him: "Next week it may help if you put some Vodka in the water pitcher. After a few sips everything should go smoothly." The following Sunday the new vicar put the suggestion into practice and was able to talk up a storm and did just great. Upon returning to the rectory, he found the following message on a note from the senior vicar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next time, sip rather than gulp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are 10 commandments, not 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are 12 disciples not 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;David slew Goliath; he did not kick his ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WE do not refer to our savior Jesus Christ and his apostles as "J.C. and the boys."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next week there is a taffy-pulling contest at St. Peters, not a peter pulling contest at St. Taffy's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We do not refer to the cross as the "The Big T."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost are not referred to as "Big Daddy, Junior, and the Spook."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The recommended Grace before meals is not "Rub-A-Dub, thanks for the grub, Yo God!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When David was hit by a rock and knocked off his donkey, don't say he was stoned off his ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Jesus broke the bread at the Last Supper he said, "Take this and eat it, for it is my body", he did not say, "Eat me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope you got a good laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-484703622419637244?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/484703622419637244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=484703622419637244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/484703622419637244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/484703622419637244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-have-some-laughter.html' title='Let&apos;s have some laughter.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-5762589169701866357</id><published>2007-10-15T12:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:27:50.663+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Talking Reality? Talk about death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Death is one word that when some people hear it they shrink, some have nasty shivers running up their spine, some just believe it will come when it will come. In African, Nigeria to be precise, it is a believe that the ember months comes with series of unpalatable happenings and when death of loved ones occurred during this period, people easily attribute it to the said SeptEMBER, octoBER, novEMBER, decEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;I quite disagree with this believe, death is a reality that people have to face, regardless of where, when and how it occurs. Dying itself is not a problem, but what happens to people after death? Where do they go? What do they do? What sort of life exists after death? Lots of questions though, but believe me, they are very necessary as death does not give warning signals, it does not give you time to prepare, it does not give you time to put your house in order or write a will, it catches you at whatever you are doing and before the person knows what, he/she is on the other side, it comes just like a thief in the night.&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, I don’t want to start an argument here, everyone to their own believe, and according to the word of God written in the book of life, the bible, it has been appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment (Heb 9:27). Surely everyone will die, though at different times and in different circumstances, but then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where is your other side? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where will you like to go after death? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What preparations are you making towards death? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will you be happy when death knocks on your door or be afraid of the unknown? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don’t have a general answer to all this questions, but I am confident in the words of Rom 8:1- there is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. And, Rom 14:7 - For none of us liveth to himself, and no man died to himself. For whether I live, I live unto the Lord; and whether I die, I die unto the Lord: whether I live therefore, or die, I am the Lord's.&lt;br /&gt;I lost two good friends recently, a man and a woman, the man’s aged father also died suddenly as a result of the shock of losing his only son. We are seriously praying for the aged mother of the deceased, please, join us to pray for her also. They were both too young to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-5762589169701866357?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/5762589169701866357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=5762589169701866357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5762589169701866357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5762589169701866357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/10/talking-reality-talk-about-death.html' title='Talking Reality? Talk about death.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-5651541498837992311</id><published>2007-09-25T11:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:41:32.547+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bits an Pieces'/><title type='text'>I'm taking a leave of absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think the time as finally come for me to confess that I need some time off. I have been physically strong to say the least, and posting that used to be so much fun for me has become something I have been struggling with; I now need to summon all my willpower to complete a post.&lt;br /&gt;Please, bear with me. Will be back as soon as I’m able to. Meanwhile, I will continue to visit my favourite blogs and read updates from all my subscriptions when I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peace an Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;img height="19" src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-5651541498837992311?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/5651541498837992311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=5651541498837992311&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5651541498837992311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5651541498837992311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-taking-leave-of-absence.html' title='I&apos;m taking a leave of absence'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-4208766049954790923</id><published>2007-09-19T13:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:03:20.978+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this MEME</title><content type='html'>Got tagged yesterday by &lt;a href="http://channelofhealing.blogspot.com/2007/09/memes.html"&gt;Channelofhealing&lt;/a&gt;, I must say this is a new but fascinating concept, like this meme though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The rules are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Copy and paste the story below, and the rules, on your blog.2. Find out whom you’re going to tag. (2-3 people, or more, if you wish)3. Write one or two sentences to continue the story, and use the titles of the blogs you’re tagging or any word(s) associated with them as keywords in the links you include in your part of the story.4. Remember to tell your tagged that you’ve tagged them!5. Feel free to use this and start your own viral link story. I’d very much appreciate a link back to &lt;a href="http://mumshome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mother’s Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mumshome.blogspot.com/"&gt;!&lt;/a&gt; if you do. (Or a tag, if you prefer!)Here it goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mumshome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mother’s Home!&lt;/a&gt; the cave troll yelled. I have been out all day strangling chickens like &lt;a href="http://tishblack.blogspot.com/"&gt;CRAZY!&lt;/a&gt; for the evil &lt;a href="http://www.muffin53.blogspot.com/"&gt;Empress&lt;/a&gt;. All i want now is a &lt;a href="http://morgenfiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;MO&lt;/a&gt;ment to myself, but i keep getting &lt;a href="http://www.diaryofaheretic.blogs.com/http://mouseski.blogspot.com/"&gt;Linda&lt;/a&gt; talking &lt;a href="http://oldavonladysorders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Drivel&lt;/a&gt;, but that is better than a certain someone &lt;a href="http://msmaggiemoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mooing&lt;/a&gt;. Then suddenly what should appear but the NOT evil &lt;a href="http://muffin53.com/"&gt;Empress&lt;/a&gt; and all her strangled chickens and &lt;a href="http://muffin53.com/"&gt;Mags&lt;/a&gt; cooked them all up and made us a lovely cake to eat. &lt;a href="http://echosofgrace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gracie&lt;/a&gt; wanted all the cake for herself but the NOT evil &lt;a href="http://muffin53.com/"&gt;Empress&lt;/a&gt; was able to hack off a good sized slab for herself!!! Ha ha ha, Gracie belched loudly after eating all the scrumptious cake that &lt;a href="http://muffin53.com/"&gt;Mags&lt;/a&gt; had baked and watched &lt;a href="http://callieannbrat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Callie&lt;/a&gt; scrappin’ with &lt;a href="http://sargecharlie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarge&lt;/a&gt; about who was gonna win &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/bigbrother8/"&gt;Big Brother 8&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://sargecharlie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarge&lt;/a&gt; started humming &lt;a href="http://http//dixies-heartandsoul.blogspot.com/"&gt;“Dixie,”&lt;/a&gt; and almost choked on the bite of cake in his mouth! So he got some &lt;a href="http://coffee2go.blogspot.com/"&gt;coffee to go&lt;/a&gt; to wash down the cake. The coffee helped a bit but he had to vocalize before he started singing again so he began, &lt;a href="http://mimiwrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;“Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi…”&lt;/a&gt;…who heard him all the way from Bloggingham Palace and said, “Where is that awful noise coming from? Is there a sick &lt;a href="http://wackymom.blogspot.com/"&gt;wailing Wacky Mom &lt;/a&gt;loose in the woods?” She said, “I’ll bet &lt;a href="http://deserticebox.blogspot.com/"&gt;Songbird&lt;/a&gt; can teach him to sing!” but she was busy &lt;a href="http://http//bondsbigleathercouch.blogspot.com/"&gt;BOND&lt;/a&gt;ing in the desert with &lt;a href="http://www.diaryofaheretic.blogs.com/"&gt;Kathleen&lt;/a&gt; who sat writing &lt;a href="http://www.diaryofaheretic.blogs.com/"&gt;heresy in her diary&lt;/a&gt;. She was absolutely no help. So &lt;a href="http://mimiwrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mi-Mi &lt;/a&gt;asked &lt;a href="http://katsoftheday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt; to put him on the &lt;a href="http://ppandpblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;PP&amp;amp;P&lt;/a&gt; list to save &lt;a href="http://sargecharlie.blogspot.com/"&gt;his&lt;/a&gt; sorry soul. Alas, &lt;a href="http://airhead55-ralph.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ralph the Airhead&lt;/a&gt; made a new batch but the &lt;a href="http://patti-latebloomer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patti&lt;/a&gt;-cakes fell in &lt;a href="http://polliwogspond.com/"&gt;Polliwog’s Pond&lt;/a&gt; and nobody got to eat cake after all! It was all &lt;a href="http://muffin53.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bee’s&lt;/a&gt; fault (somehow). Feeling sorry for herself, she pranced over to &lt;a href="http://odatmumbles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Odat’s&lt;/a&gt; for a dance but she only heard strange mumbling…That mumbling, however, resulted from &lt;a href="http://http//sfgirl-thealiennextdoor.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Alien Next Door&lt;/a&gt; trying to clone Justin Stanely’s Weblog. The meticulous and risky cloning occurred throughout several millennia, past, present, and future. Or so it seemed; no one could keep count. It was just too much. The mind-numbing years had finally sublimed the earth into a pristine &lt;a href="http://www.bobbarama.com/"&gt;Bobbarama&lt;/a&gt;. All well and good, said &lt;a href="http://www.diaryofaheretic.blogs.com/Bobbarama.com%20/"&gt;Bob&lt;/a&gt;, but whatever happened to the rules? Before anyone got hurt, however, enough stars fell and crashed to alert &lt;a href="http://sfgirl-thealiennextdoor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sci-Fi Girl&lt;/a&gt;, who grabbed her laptop and returned to the woods, where &lt;a href="http://profileoftheday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi’s Dating Profile&lt;/a&gt; popped up, allowing a lion to lie happily next to a lamb…&lt;a href="http://nowcamillecrawford.blogspot.com/"&gt;Now&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://theinsanewriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;the insane writer&lt;/a&gt; burst into the forest, &lt;a href="http://walksfarwoman.wordpress.com//"&gt;kissing the dogwood&lt;/a&gt; and sat on the lion, spinning tales about sci-fi girl’s boyfriend, &lt;a href="http://www.scifi-guy.com/"&gt;sci-fi guy&lt;/a&gt;, who had his &lt;a href="http://www.eyeondna.com/"&gt;eye on [her] DNA&lt;/a&gt;, which he was hoping to sell for &lt;a href="http://www.nickphil67.blogspot.com/"&gt;anything goes&lt;/a&gt;. But just then the &lt;a href="http://www.madgoatlady.com/"&gt;mad goat lady&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://drowseymonkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;drowsey monkey&lt;/a&gt; pranced into the forest and sang a truly &lt;a href="http://quietsymphony.blogspot.com/"&gt;quiet symphony&lt;/a&gt;, which annoyed the insane writer.“What’s that funky sound?” screamed sci-fi guy.“Well, it sure isn’t a &lt;a href="http://raspberry-latte.blogspot.com/"&gt;raspberry-latte&lt;/a&gt;!” grumbled the insane writer. “Get a grip, sci-fi guy! You’re my main character! I expect you to know &lt;a href="http://www.howtosplitanatom.com/"&gt;how to split an atom&lt;/a&gt;! Ignore that woman and her indolent pet! Now, go and do your dastardly thing!”&lt;a href="http://kissingthedogwood@yahoo.co.uk/"&gt;Kissing the dogwood &lt;/a&gt;had been a lure, a trap set by the &lt;a href="http://themiracleprocess.com//"&gt;Mighty Morgan &lt;/a&gt;to take control of the BlogWood. Those petulant witches disguised as writers must be eradicated, them and their man slaves. She stuck her talons into the lion with &lt;a href="http://www.janicenw.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Twist and a Skewer&lt;/a&gt; till it rolled over and laughingly pleaded to go back to Neverland where it had been extremely happy. Her faithful followers, the Gargons grouped around her skirt folds, drooling and kissing her hem in adoration. “Here, take this poison” she commanded, &lt;a href="http://why-paisley.com/"&gt;“why? (asked) paisley&lt;/a&gt;“, the only rebel in the camp. “To blight their computers my little friends, it’s a special potion &lt;a href="http://aygosliblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Bit of This and a Dash of the Other&lt;/a&gt;“…she smiled mysteriously in her best Mae West accent and set off in search of the Englebert Humperdink Fan Club.As she dashed off little did she know that &lt;a href="http://holyghostspeaksplainly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherrell&lt;/a&gt; disguised in a &lt;a href="http://www.speedcathollydale.blogspot.com/"&gt;SpeedCat Hollydale&lt;/a&gt; costume was hiding under the swing over at&lt;a href="http://www.rplayground.com/"&gt; Rplayground&lt;/a&gt;, “Don’t worry”, she whispered aloud to herself, “That witch will never get away with this!” and proceeded towards the Gargons that had for a moment turned there backs on the posion left by the witch &lt;a href="http://themiracleprocess.com//"&gt;Mighty Morgan .&lt;/a&gt;Just as &lt;a href="http://holyghostspeaksplainly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherrell&lt;/a&gt; was about to grab the poison and save the Blogwood she was tackled by &lt;a href="http://wv-outdoors.blogspot.com/"&gt;Denny&lt;/a&gt; the &lt;a href="http://wv-outdoors.blogspot.com/"&gt;Backwoods Drifter &lt;/a&gt;who happened to be hunting &lt;a href="http://www.speedcathollydale.blogspot.com/"&gt;SpeedCat Hollydale&lt;/a&gt;s. The commotion alerted the gargons who with the lightning speed of ole &lt;a href="http://mumshome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mother Home &lt;/a&gt;descended upon &lt;a href="http://holyghostspeaksplainly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherrell&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://wv-outdoors.blogspot.com/"&gt;Denny&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://holyghostspeaksplainly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherrell&lt;/a&gt; sighed and said "drat that &lt;a href="http://themiracleprocess.com/"&gt;Mighty Morgan&lt;/a&gt;, if only &lt;a href="http://channelofhealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Channel&lt;/a&gt; were here, she'd know what to do."&lt;br /&gt;finally... fear not &lt;a href="http://channelofhealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Channel&lt;/a&gt; arrives at the scene alongside with her three angels &lt;a href="http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com%20/"&gt;bola&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dtrant.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deb&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://brookehudson.wordpress.com%20/"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt; fully charged with the blood of Jesus Christ , this made me remember when &lt;a href="http://thisido.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; said &lt;a href="http://adultchildbio.blogspot.com/"&gt;Awanabe&lt;/a&gt; washed too, before long we heard a big shout &lt;a href="http://sicarii.net/"&gt;Isaiah&lt;/a&gt; son of the "Jesus Christ" the conqueror of that evil Spirit that possessed &lt;a href="http://www.processofmiracles.blogspot.com%20/"&gt;Mighty Morgan&lt;/a&gt; said All I need is &lt;a href="http://holyghostspeaksplainly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Justawitness&lt;/a&gt; that &lt;a href="http://sailingbystarlight.blogspot.com/"&gt;suzyqt&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://looktothelord.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hummie&lt;/a&gt; are not in anyway endangered by the poison for I know that &lt;a href="http://myonlyphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; must have been watching from afar to see what Sherrel would do, but saw &lt;a href="http://heartdaughter.com/blogs/elijah/%20"&gt;Nada&lt;/a&gt; afar off whispering words of inspiration into &lt;a href="http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bola’s&lt;/a&gt; hear and I asked myself why &lt;a href="http://feel-living.blogspot.com/"&gt;LFXT&lt;/a&gt; had to be left out of this great discovery when &lt;a href="http://whenleastexpected.com/"&gt;Manchild&lt;/a&gt; had already gotten his own share of the booty brought in by &lt;a href="http://everydayshouldbechristmas.blogspot.com/"&gt;SantaClaus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are next am waiting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-4208766049954790923?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/4208766049954790923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=4208766049954790923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/4208766049954790923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/4208766049954790923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-like-this-meme.html' title='I like this MEME'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6544869598463835002</id><published>2007-09-18T16:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:24:04.000+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Agony of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mesh was not like any other married woman; she was a beauty, slim with all the right curves in the right places. She was the envy of her women friends and many of her husband’s friends do praise the proud husband for having such a beautiful woman for a wife. You need to know her to appreciate the work God did on her, after three children she is still able to glow and radiate such beauty. Mesh has a sister who is not as beautiful as she is and when people refer to the differences in their looks she always answered that her sister took after their father’s side of the family. When they were younger, a sort of rivalry does exist between them, Mesh is quiet, intelligent and easygoing christain, people loved her, while her sister Rate is quite the opposite and was always jealous of the attention she received whenever they were together. After her graduation from the university, Mesh decided to settle down with her heartthrob, God blessed them and they were able to live comfortably well in their own apartment. When Rate also graduated from college, Mesh asked her to come live with her and her family, they all got along so well that people do think that Rate is Mesh’s sister in law instead of her sister because she was so close to the husband, Jack. Both were always seen strolling together in the neighbourhood, holding hands and so on. People started to pass side comments and insinuate all sorts of things and even asking Mesh to confirm the true relationship between Rate and herself. Mesh refused to listen to all this simply because she did not think there is anything bad in her sister and her husband being so close. She still did not think that there was anything going on even when the oldest of her three children asked her why daddy and auntie Rate sometimes locked themselves in auntie Rate’s room when mummy was not at home.&lt;br /&gt;The matter finally came to a head when she had to come back home early from a trip to find her husband’s car parked in their garage when he was supposed to be at work. She entered the house with trepidation, thinking the husband has been sick and had to come home from work. Upon entering their living room, she got the shock of her life and she instantly wished she had paid attention to all those insinuations from friends and neighbours alike. It was not easy for her to discover that all this while her sister has been having illicit affair with her husband right under her nose. The husband and sister she trusted and loved so much, her question was;&lt;br /&gt;If her husband could do it, why should her sister, her own flesh and blood?&lt;br /&gt;If her husband had to be unfaithful, why does it have to be with her sister?&lt;br /&gt;How long has her husband been cheating on her behind her back?&lt;br /&gt;What does she do now? (She does not believe in divorce and she loved the man so much, BUT HER OWN SISTER!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please note that the names mentioned here are not actual names of persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6544869598463835002?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6544869598463835002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6544869598463835002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6544869598463835002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6544869598463835002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/09/agony-of-love.html' title='Agony of love'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-1590780412346885451</id><published>2007-09-14T16:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:22:45.032+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bits an Pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>The Zubli and Shinade Silver Recommended Read Award Badge!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/Ruqc61cxZtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ej54S6cTH5Y/s1600-h/silveraward[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110069261799352018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/Ruqc61cxZtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ej54S6cTH5Y/s320/silveraward%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s a great honor to receive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://totalhappiness.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Zubli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinade.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shinade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Silver Recommended Read Award for &lt;a href="http://mumsdadschildren.blogspot.com/"&gt;MumsDadsChildren&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life Blog&lt;/a&gt;. I must say I am thankful to this duo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shinade authors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinade.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Painted veil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and Zubli Zainordin who in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://totalhappiness.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Total Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; organise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://totalhappiness.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The book project &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blog.&lt;br /&gt;A hearty thank you, and more grease to your elbows as you review more bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-1590780412346885451?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/1590780412346885451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=1590780412346885451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1590780412346885451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1590780412346885451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/09/zubli-and-shinade-silver-recommended.html' title='The Zubli and Shinade Silver Recommended Read Award Badge!!!'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/Ruqc61cxZtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ej54S6cTH5Y/s72-c/silveraward%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-380989284465859216</id><published>2007-09-13T08:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:28:36.776+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bits an Pieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Got this from a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two men went fishing. One man was an experienced fisherman, the other wasn't. Every time the experienced fisherman caught a big fish, he put it in his ice chest to keep it fresh. Whenever the inexperienced fisherman caught a big fish, he threw it back. The experienced fisherman watched this go on all day and finally got tired of seeing this man waste good fish. "Why do you keep throwing back all the big fish you catch?" he asked.The inexperienced fisherman replied, "I only have a small frying pan." Sometimes, like that fisherman, we throw back the big plans, big dreams, big jobs, big opportunities that God gives us. Our faith is too small. We laugh at that fisherman who didn't figure out that all he needed was a bigger frying pan; yet how ready are we to increase the size of our faith?Whether it's a problem or a possibility, God will never give you anything bigger than you can handle. That means we can confidently walk into anything God brings our way.You can do all things through Christ - He'll give you the strength. (Philippians 4:13).Nothing is too big for God. Stop telling God you've got big problems, but instead tell your problems to a big God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/283/D11F3E4899555C5D3DD211A5C8C5F964.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-380989284465859216?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/380989284465859216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=380989284465859216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/380989284465859216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/380989284465859216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/09/got-this-from-friend.html' title='Got this from a friend'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-2261442579957040981</id><published>2007-09-06T16:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T16:35:50.776+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positve quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>When God is in control, we think he is not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a reference to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://channelofhealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Channelofhealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Is Always In Control... so don't worry about a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You see often times some of us found ourselves being victims of circumstances beyond our control, some of these things happen and we wish we could have prevented it (the bad ones) and some happen that we welcome with open arms (the good things) even though, the occurrence is not of our own making. One of the former is the situation of one of my neighbours. He’s been a good friend to my family, which made it possible for me to know a few things about him. I learnt sometimes back that he lost his job and till date he has not been able to secure a new job. I guess he must have tried so many times and when there was no luck decided to resign to his faith. The most frustrating thing is that his extended family members do not want to understand that he presently does not have any means to support himself. I think they believe that if he can still afford to pay rent on a nice flat in a choice location, then he has money and the wife is probably prevailing on him not to assist his family financially. All through this, he and the wife have been praying and sometimes hold all night vigil. Whenever the man complains, our advice is God is still in control of the situation, praying that one of these days God will remove every obstacle on the road to their opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;This may be difficult for him and others like him to believe, but everyone has a story and no one is immune to problems, and for as many as believe God for an opportunity to breakthrough, it should be at the back of their minds that there would always be obstacles on the way, but through it all God is in control. Life is not a bed of roses, if it were; Joseph would not have had to go through all that trouble. Remember, he had a dream, which he shared with his brothers who hated him with all the passion in their body, they sold him into slavery, and as a slave in Egypt, his master’s wife framed him for something he did not do. He was instantly thrown into prison, where his gift of interpretation of dreams came to light. And because God was in control of his situation, he removed the obstacle in his way by allowing him be the only man that could interpret Pharaoh’s dream.(God did this when he thought the time was right ,in his own time)&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of that, know it that troubles may be lasting, but it is not everlasting and if you can be patient, your day will come, when your light will have no other choice than to SHINE fort for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-2261442579957040981?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/2261442579957040981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=2261442579957040981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2261442579957040981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2261442579957040981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-god-is-in-control-we-think-he-is.html' title='When God is in control, we think he is not?'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-2531693604275866878</id><published>2007-09-05T09:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:11:30.204+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Have you counted the cost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read about a young man who got into marriage without thinking or counting the cost involved. He was unable to pay the dowry demanded by his inlaws, but he was permitted to go ahead and marry with the promise that he will pay later. After paying some instalment, he was unable to pay the balance even after several years of marriage. He could not even meet up with the many obligations that had come up. He obviously was ignorant of the responsibilities that come with marriage. He did not count the cost, forgetting that every crown has its own cost.&lt;br /&gt;You don't just run into something because it feels good or sounds good or looks good. Before you go ahead , you have to sit down and ask yourself, how will this affect my family? My reputation? How will this affect my health? The other commitments I've already made?&lt;br /&gt;What could this cost me financially? How is it going to affect my time with God? What temptations is this going to throw me into? What am I sacrificing to do this? Can I really live with what this might cost me?&lt;br /&gt;Remember; whatever cost you nothing will add up to nothing in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Counting the cost is important in any decision making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-2531693604275866878?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/2531693604275866878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=2531693604275866878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2531693604275866878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2531693604275866878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-you-counted-cost.html' title='Have you counted the cost?'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-5805048980751348404</id><published>2007-08-31T10:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:42:42.115+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Be wise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I remember one of my aunties, not that she’s dead, but she just vanished and there have been rumours from people who claimed to have seen her someplace. Her trauma started at the age of twenty-one or thereabout. She was a staunch christain, who love to worship God. But she was always so secretive; no one can guess what is going through her mind, not even my mum who is her older sister. She is the type that believes everybody is her enemy, especially her relatives. Back then I used to wonder why she was staying with us if she did not trust any of us enough to confide in us, even when is sick.&lt;br /&gt;One day she decided to relocate to another city (Lagos), after a few months there she called my mum to inform her that the man she wanted to marry will be coming down home with her for introduction in a few days time. Then their father was still alive and my mum told her that while their aged father is still alive, she cannot make decisions on his behalf, that it will be better if she can come home first to discuss with their father and let him fix a date for the young man’s visit. She refused and she eventually had her way. About two weeks after that, she came back to inform the family of her &lt;a href="http://mumsdadschildren.blogspot.com/2007/06/marriage.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which was already fixed for two weeks from the day of her visit. Then every body in the family warned her about the consequences of marrying a man whose relatives were not known, that according to our culture, when the man was coming for the introduction, he should have come with some of his family members, he did not and that was overlooked simply because of the way she tried to hurry everyone into the ceremony. What transpired that day I can never forget, she bluntly told everyone that her husband to be is a pastor who does not need his family’s consent to be married. On the day of the wedding, no member of his &lt;a href="http://mumsdadschildren.blogspot.com/2007/05/keys-to-successful-family.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was present, only his church members.&lt;br /&gt;Few months after the wedding, we were told of their transfer to a remote village for pastoral work. Mind you, she was about four months pregnant then. Communication between us after their transfer was almost non-existent, as we kept writing letters upon letters without getting replies. Around the time we suspected that she must have been delivered, we wrote again, but still no reply, then we started getting worried and had to go to Lagos in search of their old friends who told us a very shocking story; she said the man had left the ministry that sent him on transfer, and that means they also left that village, they moved to port-Harcourt, his hometown. But that before they left the former village, the pregnancy (twin baby) disappeared. On getting to port- Harcourt, she suffered a mental illness as a result of the pregnancy’s disappearance and the husband left her there to move back to Lagos to start a new life. We heard all these precisely seven years after their wedding. Nobody knew where to look for her; we set people to look for him, but all to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;My mum called me one day to tell me that, this woman just walked into our house one day out of the blue, saying all sorts of incomprehensible things, it was immediately clear that she was stark raving mad.&lt;br /&gt;We all gathered round to look for solutions. We took her to all the mental homes we could think of for treatment, even churches, but no way, at a time she seems to be getting better but one day she just plain disappeared, and since then we have not set eyes on her. My mum and other relations did all they could to find her, the only thing we heard from people who claimed to have seen her was that she said she was going to look for her husband and children.&lt;br /&gt;Since this incidence, I have series of unanswered questions, one of which is how it was possible for a matured pregnancy to disappeared, no miscarriage, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Then how is it possible that when our parents advise us on love matters we always turn deaf ears? Believing we know better, also forgetting that what an old man sees sitting down, a child cannot glimpse while standing. Agreed they could not tell us who to marry or not to marry, but then there are some advice they could give that may be useful in ensuring the success of the union.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that wisdoms is to lay hold of God's ways and to operate at God’s frequency. It means applying the right measure for every pressure measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-5805048980751348404?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/5805048980751348404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=5805048980751348404&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5805048980751348404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5805048980751348404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/08/be-wise.html' title='Be wise.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-3379424240671110212</id><published>2007-08-28T09:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:48:41.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coke Zero</title><content type='html'>Dieting is now the in-thing among my female friends. I guess we all want to look trendy and gorgeous regardless of our age. But one thing I have found with dieting is that it improves the appetite. For me, I keep saying I want to stay off this and that, but it never worked. One thing I thought I was going to miss most is coca-cola, I love it to a fault, the chillier the better and since I have started the diet program I have decided to stay off because of the sugar content, until a friend introduced me to &lt;a onclick="submitIframeBlogId4457OppId12('1')" href="http://www.zeroismore.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Coke zero&lt;/a&gt;.Real taste, zero sugar, it is simply Life as it should be. Now I have no more worries about the downside effect of coke on my dieting program, because it has no effect whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bloggerwave.com/opportunityimages/12/cokezeronew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;function submitIframeBlogId4457OppId12(linkId){document.getElementById("iframeBloggerwaveBlogId4457OppId12").src="http://www.bloggerwave.com/ClickTrack.aspx?OpportunityId=12&amp;BlogId=4457&amp;LinkId=" + linkId;}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe id="iframeBloggerwaveBlogId4457OppId12" name="iframeBloggerwaveBlogId4457OppId12" src="http://www.bloggerwave.com/ViewTrack.aspx?OpportunityId=12&amp;amp;BlogId=4457" frameborder="no" width="200" scrolling="no" height="38"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-3379424240671110212?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/3379424240671110212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=3379424240671110212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3379424240671110212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3379424240671110212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/08/coke-zero.html' title='Coke Zero'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-3361090407643885008</id><published>2007-08-27T11:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:37:17.291+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>The help of God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things sometimes happen in our lives that, we may not be able to explain why it happened or the purpose for which it happened. I have heard many stories of how God uses someone to prevent something bad happening to another person. It has happened series of time, as I have heard stories like; I was supposed to be in that bus, but I had to go back home at the last minute to pick up something I forgot and that was how I escaped being a victim. One of my cousins was in a bus travelling from his state of residence to another and not quite twenty minutes into the journey, the bus somersaulted three times and fifteen out of the eighteen passengers died. He was lucky to be one of the three survivors. After regaining consciousness, he said he was thankful to God for giving him a second chance at life. I liked what he said because despite the pains from the injuries he sustained he believed that his being in that bus was not a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes back I read the story of someone also traveling in a bus to a far distance. Two hours into the trip, an argument ensued between two of the passengers, their quarrel forced the driver to stop and they were delayed for about thirty minutes, meanwhile the other passengers were very angry at the delay. After the matter was settled, they proceeded on their journey and about an hour later, came across several human corpses. A bus had been robbed thirty minutes earlier, and all the passengers concluded that the argument that delayed them was for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;There is also the story of a pastor that was working late; he decided to call his wife before he left for home. It was about 10:00pm, but his wife didn't answer the phone. He let the phone ring many times. He thought it was odd that she didn't answer, but decided to wrap up a few things and try again in a few minutes. When he tried again she answered right away. He asked her why she hadn't answered before, and she said that it hadn't rung at their house. They brushed it off as a fluke and went on their merry ways. The following Monday, the pastor received a call at the church office, which was the phone that he'd used that Saturday night. The man that he spoke with wanted to know why he'd called on Saturday night. The pastor couldn't figure out what the man was talking about. Then the man said, "It rang and rang, but I didn't answer." The pastor remembered the mishap and apologized for disturbing him, explaining that he'd intended to call his wife. The man said, "That's, OK. Let me tell you my story. ”You see, I was planning to commit suicide on Saturday night, but before I did, I prayed, 'God if you're there, and you don't want me to do this, give me a sign now.' At that point my phone started to ring. I looked at the caller ID, and it said, &lt;strong&gt;'Almighty God'&lt;/strong&gt;. I was afraid to answer!" The reason why it showed on the man's caller ID that the call came from "Almighty God" is because the church that the pastor attends is called Almighty God Tabernacle!!&lt;br /&gt;Let’s encourage ourselves with these thoughts, that whatever happen to us, happens for a purpose. God’s purpose for our lives will never go unfulfilled.He is a present help in times of need.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-3361090407643885008?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/3361090407643885008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=3361090407643885008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3361090407643885008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3361090407643885008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/08/help-of-god.html' title='The help of God.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-1823062366867823558</id><published>2007-08-21T10:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:05:25.858+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The promises of GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>The danger of Success.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you drunken with success? Is the knowledge that you have it all intoxicating you? If it is then you need to know that when you've really won big, it's easy to let down, get overconfident, or just get careless. When you've been the champion for a while, you tend to coast, and suddenly you're not the champion anymore. That doesn't just happen in sports, it happens in life. In fact, it has happened many times in the Bible; like what happened to the Jewish king Uzziah (II Chr. 26). We can conclude from that story that a season of success in your life may actually be the most dangerous season of all. Uzziah led his nation to new levels of economic prosperity, military dominance, and international respect. The Bible says, "As long as he sought the Lord, God gave him success”. Notice, God gave him success; success is not your achievement. It's God's gift.&lt;br /&gt;If you read down the chapter, you will see that Uzziah’s fame spread far and wide; he was greatly helped until he became powerful. But after Uzziah became powerful, his pride led to his downfall." What follows is the tragic account of a king who becomes arrogant, self-willed, a man who starts doing it His way, not God's way; and ultimately a man who dies the horrible death of leprosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is, unfortunately, not unique. The truth is that very few of us are able to handle success. If you're experiencing a time of success and pretty smooth sailing right now, it's important to realize that you may be in the spiritual danger zone. When you're flying high, it's all too easy to forget how you got there. Or, more importantly, who got you there. The ancient Jews were given a solemn warning from God when they went from the wilderness to the wealth of the Promised Land: "Be careful that you do not forget the Lord." And, sure enough, they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if this is a good season of your life, don't ruin it by getting careless. Have you allowed your success to inflate you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking, "Hey, I'm really something" instead of "He's really something"?&lt;br /&gt;Have you moved from the desperate praying of the hard times to less frequent, less fervent prayers now that you're in the good times?&lt;br /&gt;Have you started to rely on your gifts, your cleverness, your experience or your strength instead of what you once did - totally depending on God?&lt;br /&gt;Are you becoming more self-focused?&lt;br /&gt;Are you taking more things into your own hands instead of leaving them in God's hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are some of the great dangers of success. Don't make God remind you that He is the source of everything you've got, because success that costs you the blessing of your Lord is simply success that you can't afford.Remember that to be better off is not to be better.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-1823062366867823558?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/1823062366867823558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=1823062366867823558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1823062366867823558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1823062366867823558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/08/danger-of-success.html' title='The danger of Success.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-1924937345062537058</id><published>2007-08-16T15:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T13:39:14.443+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positve quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>The Reason for the Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't begin to count the times I've been the same way with God about something I wanted or needed. "What's taking so long, God? I want it, and I want it NOW!" Maybe there's something you've been asking and trusting God for a while, and it still hasn't come. You want it now, but there's a reason God isn't giving it to you now. It's not ready yet. And it would disappoint you if He gave it to you now.&lt;br /&gt;There's a word that's one of the major keys to God's best, a word that is spelled out in our word for today from the Word of God. Psalm 37, beginning with verse 5, tells us to: "Commit your way to the Lord; trust in Him and He will do this ... Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him ... Wait for the Lord and keep His way." There's the word that often stands between you and God's best - wait. Part of committing your way to the Lord, of trusting in Him, is to wait until God says it's ready; until God says you're ready. So many people are living today in the heartache of their own impatience. They couldn't wait, so they grabbed what they could have now. And it's been much less than what God was getting ready for them.&lt;br /&gt;You've been waiting for God to come through. You want to be married. You're waiting for Him to answer your prayer about having a child or raising a child. You're waiting for that job, that heart change, that breakthrough, that answer, and it hasn't come yet. Don't panic. Don't let impatience cost you the perfect will of God. Premature babies aren't as healthy as ones that are full-term. Premature solutions aren't healthy either. Wait until it's full-term. Remember the principle of Galatians 4:4, "In the fullness of time, God ..." God will bring you your answer when it's ready. So stop whimpering, stop whining, stop trying to grab it before it's ready. If you insist on having it now, you're not going to like it! NOTE:GOD makes things beautiful in His own time..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-1924937345062537058?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/search/label/inspiration' title='The Reason for the Wait'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/1924937345062537058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=1924937345062537058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1924937345062537058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1924937345062537058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/04/reason-for-wait.html' title='The Reason for the Wait'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-8651834336832077041</id><published>2007-08-14T10:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T10:27:27.435+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys to increase.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are various ladders one can climb to increase, part of which are caring for others, daring for others, giving and sharing. In other to increase we need to learn to make others happy and successful. We need to develop the habit of caring for others, taking up challenges, risks, daring for others, giving and sharing with others, not just for our relations and ourselves alone. Increase is the evidence of life; we all know that dead things don’t increase, they rotten or decay. Giving is one important factor that releases automatic blessing upon the giver. If you have it, learn to share it with others. Here is the story of a young lady waiting for a flight in the boarding room of a big airport. As she would need to wait many hours, she decided to buy a book to while away the time. She also bought a packet of cookies to munch. She sat down in an armchair, in the VIP lounge of the airport, to rest and read in peace. Beside the armchair where the packet of cookies lay, a man sat down in the next seat, opened his magazine and started reading.  When she took out the first cookie, the man took one also. She felt irritated but said nothing. She just thought:&lt;br /&gt;“What a nerve! If I was in the mood I would punch him for daring!”&lt;br /&gt;For each cookie she took, the man took one too. This was infuriating her but she did not want to cause a scene. When only one cookie remained, she thought:&lt;br /&gt;“Ah... I wonder what this offensive man would do now?”&lt;br /&gt;Then, the man, taking the last cookie, divided it into two, giving her one half. Ah! That was too much! She was much too angry now! In a huff, she took her book, her things and stormed to the boarding place.&lt;br /&gt;When she sat down in her seat, inside the plane, she looked into her purse to take out her eyeglasses, and, to her surprise, her packet of cookies was there, untouched, unopened!&lt;br /&gt;She felt so ashamed!! She realized that she was wrong... She had forgotten that her cookies were kept in her purse. The man had divided his cookies with her, without feeling anger ...while she had been very angry, thinking that she was dividing her cookies with him.&lt;br /&gt;When you share with others, it will be very difficult for people to stop your increase, as the power for increase does not submit to conditions or environmental pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-8651834336832077041?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/8651834336832077041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=8651834336832077041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/8651834336832077041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/8651834336832077041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/08/keys-to-increase.html' title='Keys to increase.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-4043271035541275790</id><published>2007-08-07T15:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:18:00.270+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The promises of GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>GOD makes all things beautiful in His own time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do people love to get rich quick?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they have to go all out to make money?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to be rich at the expense of others?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we all wait for God’s appointed time?&lt;br /&gt;Is patient such a terrible virtue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you acquire things (money, wealth, children, husband, name it) through unscrupulous means, how comfortable are you enjoying these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that with all the negative publicity that advanced free fraud aka 419 has been receiving, that the people involved in this would look for alternative decent means of survival. The time it takes you to compose all those stupid letters and mails you send to people could have been used constructively.&lt;br /&gt;I must tell you also that it takes a smart person to carry out the research involved in making the mails look and sound real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you divert all those intelligence into doing something good and stop giving us bad names in this country? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drug dealers and peddlers, why don’t you realize the number of lives you have destroyed with your so-called business. Anyway the judgment that fall upon the wicked is already yours just for the sins you’re committing against humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this word for you all, because you are lazy and look for the quickest way to get rich, your desires shall kill you; for your hands refuse to labour, (Prov. 21:25) you covet greedily what belong to others then shall your house be overthrown (Prov 14:11), Wherefore doth the way of the wicked prosper? Wherefore are all they happy that deal very treacherously? (Jer 12:1). If you persist in defrauding people and stripping them of what rightfully belong to them, then such are my prayers for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to wait for God's blessing. Stop be in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-4043271035541275790?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/4043271035541275790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=4043271035541275790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/4043271035541275790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/4043271035541275790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/08/god-makes-all-things-beautiful-in-his.html' title='GOD makes all things beautiful in His own time.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-2780142810512561273</id><published>2007-08-07T09:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:05:12.088+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post.'/><title type='text'>Search Engines</title><content type='html'>When using a search engine, the first thought that comes to mind is to use one that is reliable and can return the required information in detail. There are a number of such search engines these days, but the question is how fast, reliable, authentic and safe are these facilities? While trying to locate the address of a company with a branch office in my country, I came across &lt;a href="http://www.masterseek.com/"&gt;Masterseek&lt;/a&gt;, a new search engine that offers free and fast access to any information you may require about a company, ranging from access to their profiles, locations, the description of the products and services they render. Masterseek is a global search engine for all type of users, whether you are a buyer or you have something to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;function submitIframeBlogId4457OppId4(linkId){document.getElementById("iframeBloggerwaveBlogId4457OppId4").src="http://www.bloggerwave.com/ClickTrack.aspx?OpportunityId=4&amp;BlogId=4457&amp;LinkId=" + linkId;}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe id="iframeBloggerwaveBlogId4457OppId4" name="iframeBloggerwaveBlogId4457OppId4" src="http://www.bloggerwave.com/ViewTrack.aspx?OpportunityId=4&amp;amp;BlogId=4457" frameborder="no" width="225" scrolling="no" height="40"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="submitIframeBlogId4457OppId5('1')" href="http://www.masterseek.com/" target="_blank"&gt;masterseek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-2780142810512561273?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/2780142810512561273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=2780142810512561273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2780142810512561273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2780142810512561273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/08/search-engines.html' title='Search Engines'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-2440750705271918297</id><published>2007-08-06T15:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:50:52.636+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sponsored post.'/><title type='text'>Check this out</title><content type='html'>I recently stumbled upon a site, which offer opportunities for bloggers, advertisers and agencies. At bloggerwave there are different opportunities for different categories of people involved in blogging, all you need do is visit the site, declare your interest by registering for the category you want,then wait for their feedback.&lt;br /&gt;For bloggers, I see this as a clean and cool way to earn extra cash by posting an honest and candid opinion of products and services in the opportunity taken.&lt;br /&gt;For advertisers, a simple and cost effective advertising strategy whereby advertisers can showcase their company identity, sell their products and services and promote their company image. Advertising in bloggerwave exposes the products, goods and services of the advertiser to a wider audience and boost the sale of the products and services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;function submitIframeBlogId4457OppId4(linkId){document.getElementById("iframeBloggerwaveBlogId4457OppId4").src="http://www.bloggerwave.com/ClickTrack.aspx?OpportunityId=4&amp;BlogId=4457&amp;LinkId=" + linkId;}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;iframe id="iframeBloggerwaveBlogId4457OppId4" name="iframeBloggerwaveBlogId4457OppId4" src="http://www.bloggerwave.com/ViewTrack.aspx?OpportunityId=4&amp;BlogId=4457" scrolling="no" width="225" height="40" frameborder="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggerwave.com" onclick="submitIframeBlogId4457OppId4('1')" target="_blank"&gt;Bloggerwave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-2440750705271918297?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/2440750705271918297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=2440750705271918297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2440750705271918297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2440750705271918297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/08/check-this-out-also.html' title='Check this out'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-1857657784061006247</id><published>2007-08-06T11:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T13:43:50.301+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>I Shouldn't Have the Onions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A young man went to a local restaurant that was voted by locals to have the best hamburgers in the city. As the young man approached the cashier to place his order, he began to rattle off the things he did not want on his burgers. He began to explain to the cashier that he did not want onions because he did not want the smell of them on his breath. Because he had nothing to counter the smell, he knew what he ingested was likely to come out of his mouth and not smell too good. Therefore, he decided that he "shouldn't have the onions."It is important for every Christian to know that everything we ingest will come out in some way or another. If we ingest negativity from people, negativity will begin to come out of our mouths. If we ingest positive things, positive affirmations will come out of our mouths. Negativity is like the smell of onions in the eyes of God and we cannot allow ourselves and/or other people place it in our lives. Doubt, complaining, self-pity are among the many onions we sometimes ingest. Because we ingest these onions, we begin to speak negative things over our lives, and it stinks. We must decide to no longer think or speak negatively over our lives or allow others to do so. God has purpose and destiny for our lives and the enemy knows this and wants to rob us of it. Therefore, it is up to us not to allow negativity to stink it up, but decide that we "shouldn't have the onions."&lt;br /&gt;Our perception of people should always be good. If we expect the best from people, we get the best out of them.&lt;br /&gt;It is important to remember that death and life are in the power of the tongue; we should also learn to caution our tongues.Watch what you say to people, a single word wrongly uttered could destroy a life.&lt;br /&gt;I used to have this habit of abusing other drivers when I drive. Often times I come across people that drive recklessly, some stop without signaling that they are about to stop, others just come out on the road without watching well. It then became a habit to expect other drivers on the road to drive as such and when they do, I was always ready with a word and I sometimes park to reprimand and lecture, especially the taxi drivers. I later realize that some don't even have to do anything before I start screaming at them for an offence they are yet to commit. My son will turn to look at me with an expression that says: why are you shouting? And I will feel terrible inside of me until I started praying that God should teach me to overlook all these minor lapses and help me to control my tongue. It worked because any time I tried to open my mouth to abuse or curse I will remember that the tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit. (Prov. 18:21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-1857657784061006247?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/1857657784061006247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=1857657784061006247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1857657784061006247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1857657784061006247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-shouldnt-have-onions.html' title='I Shouldn&apos;t Have the Onions'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6520186427130394011</id><published>2007-08-06T11:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:46:43.031+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dislosure Policy'/><title type='text'>Disclosure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This policy is valid from 01 August 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This blog is a personal blog written and edited by me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This blog accepts forms of cash advertising, sponsorship, paid insertions or other forms of compensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The owner(s) of this blog is compensated to provide opinion on products, services, websites and various other topics. Even though the owner(s) of this blog receives compensation for our posts or advertisements, we always give our honest opinions, findings, beliefs, or experiences on those topics or products. The views and opinions expressed on this blog are purely the bloggers' own. Any product claim, statistic, quote or other representation about a product or service should be verified with the manufacturer, provider or party in question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This blog does not contain any content which might present a conflict of interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To get your own policy, go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disclosurepolicy.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.disclosurepolicy.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6520186427130394011?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6520186427130394011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6520186427130394011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6520186427130394011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6520186427130394011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/08/disclosure.html' title='Disclosure'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6460807275714419255</id><published>2007-08-03T10:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T10:47:08.069+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Facing Your Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's time for you to do the some thing - to stop avoiding something you've been afraid to face - stop running from it.  And it's possible to do that if you'll claim as a promise the words of David in our word for today from the Word of God. They're in Psalm 34:4. It's been an anchor verse in my live.&lt;br /&gt;As you hear what David says, remember that he's writing this while hiding in a cave, King Saul's army is pursuing him; they want to kill him on sight if they find him. Talk about fear! Here's the verse  I have claimed so many times, "I sought the Lord, and He answered me; He delivered me from all my fears." He wants to do that for you.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the issue you've been afraid to deal with? it could be some very painful things in your past, or a loss you haven't allowed yourself to grieve for, or some area in which you've refused to obey God's direction because of your fear of the unknown. Maybe there's a ticking time bomb in your marriage, in some of your children, or in your church. It could be you've got a fear of abandonment. But if there is any issue like these that you have been too afraid to face, you know that ignoring it doesn't make it go away. It never has.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-confronted fear just keeps on paralyzing you every time a reminder of it comes up. This is a time for courage, for facing the monster that you've been running from for so long. You begin by believing God, that He can "deliver you from all your fears." Then, by faith, get a buddy (maybe a counselor) to walk out on that deck with you. You'll have to confide in someone. Maybe there's a letter you should write, a call you need to make, a conversation you need to have, a forgiveness you need to grant.&lt;br /&gt;And as you walk courageously into your personal "fear zone," you don't walk alone. God's promise is this in Isaiah 43, "Fear not, for I have redeemed you ... you are Mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned ... for I am the Lord, your God."&lt;br /&gt;With that kind of assurance, with that kind of a God, you can face your fears and you can begin to finally conquer what has conquered you for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FEAR NOT FOR GOD IS WITH YOU&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6460807275714419255?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6460807275714419255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6460807275714419255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6460807275714419255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6460807275714419255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/08/facing-your-fears.html' title='Facing Your Fears'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-3777260665666089542</id><published>2007-07-30T16:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:54:37.185+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HEALTH TIP'/><title type='text'>Food related diseases? (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Food is suppose to be useful to our body, we take it for sustenance, but if taken when it is contaminated or bad could be very dangerous for our health and could result in food borne diseases.&lt;br /&gt;Food-borne diseases are those that are acquired by ingesting food and/or drink. Most occur due to wrong cleaning, cooking and food storage techniques, and can be prevented.  Not all of these diseases present early. When the disease-causing agent (microbe) is swallowed, there is a delay, called the incubation period, before the symptoms of the illness begin.  This delay may range from hours to days, depending on the agent, and on how many of them were swallowed. Sometimes, even when the disease-causing agent is dead, its products, left in the food/ drink could be harmful to the body. During the incubation period, the microbes pass through the stomach into the intestine, attach to the cells lining the intestinal walls, and begin to multiply there.  Some types of microbes stay in the intestine, some produce a toxin that is absorbed into the bloodstream, and some can directly invade the deeper body tissues.  The severity of symptoms produced depends greatly on the type of microbe and quantity ingested.&lt;br /&gt;Which bring us to Gastroenteritis - an inflammation of the stomach and intestines. It may be caused by viruses, bacteria (and their toxins), and parasites (collectively called microbes). The symptoms are very similar, making it difficult to say which agent is likely to be causing a given illness unless laboratory tests are done, or the illness is part of a recognized outbreak. Similar symptoms may be side effects of medications, or a reaction to foods.&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; Watery bowel motions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; Abdominal cramps and pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; Nausea, vomiting or both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; Occasional muscle aches or headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt; Low-grade fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;If you then notice any of the following in addition to the above,Please consult your doctor immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are not able to keep liquids down for 12 hours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You vomit for more than two days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You vomit blood or become dehydrated. [Signs of dehydration include excessive thirst, dry mouth, deep yellow urine or little or no urine, and severe weakness, dizziness]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You notice blood in your bowel movements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have fever above 380C (100 F)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diarrhoea is one of the most common and fastest killers in children.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Please Do not wait until it is too late.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-3777260665666089542?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/3777260665666089542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=3777260665666089542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3777260665666089542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3777260665666089542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/07/food-related-diseases-part-1.html' title='Food related diseases? (Part 1)'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-971830304102704748</id><published>2007-07-24T10:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:06:28.694+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True life story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I have heard someone somewhere say that opportunity comes but once. Even though I believe that there are lots of opportunities for everyone to make it, but there are still some that once missed, it can never be regained. Such was the story of two people I watched Last night on Oprah’s show, the discussion was centred on making good use of money, the first is a woman who played and won a 15million dollar lottery, payable over a period of twenty years with a yearly pay of four hundred and something thousand dollars after tax. The other is a homeless can collector who hit jackpot during his scavenging act through the magnanimity of a Hollywood producer. Both were asked how they spend the money and if there is any of it stashed away and you could imagine my surprise when the woman said they bought lots of things they’ve been lacking for a long time (beach house, apartments, boats, luxury cars etc), and gave some of it away to friends and relative. The homeless guy also gave all his money out as cash and gifts for friends and family. In a nutshell none of the two actually thought of making a better use of the money or part of it, like investing in a business that could yield some profits and generate a stable income afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a story of someone who did it differently. This guy was poorer than a church rat, he was ever alert to the drumbeats of parties anywhere so that he could attend/gatecrashed and gets some left over food. But luck smiled on him one day when he was invited to work somewhere as a labourer to dig the ground. As he was digging, he heard a strange sound and out of curiosity he dug a little further and struck a pot of gold that must have been buried and forgotten years back. He quickly got a sack and loaded the gold coins into it and returned home. He sold the gold coins, each was highly priced and set up a business with the proceeds and that was how poverty vanished from his life.&lt;br /&gt;Would you have also done things differently?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you were in their shoes?&lt;br /&gt;Some stand in front of the door of riches, breakthrough and prosperity but still remain poor for want of a key with which to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;Are you one of such people?&lt;br /&gt;Some were unemployed for years and when given an opportunity to work they are not serious with the job.&lt;br /&gt;Please when given an opportunity, don’t misuse or abuse it, remember some only comes once in a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-971830304102704748?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/971830304102704748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=971830304102704748&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/971830304102704748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/971830304102704748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/07/opportunity.html' title='Opportunity'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-8647445057062699973</id><published>2007-07-17T12:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:27:15.829+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HEALTH TIP'/><title type='text'>Is AID truly real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many will wonder at my question, I asked because some or should I say a lot of people still don’t believe that aid is alive and kicking. I was listening to a radio programme on a trip I made last week, a lady aged 23years was being interviewed about her HIV status and she openly confessed to being positive and ready to declare it anywhere simply because she did not want other youngsters to make the mistake she made. She went on to lament the difficulties she had encountered since declaring her HIV status, friends abandoned her, and her parents/family members forbade her to go on air to publicly discuss it, telling her she had brought enough disgrace on the family.&lt;br /&gt;This opened up discussion in the bus where some group said she was paid to do it like you pay people to advertise some drugs while others just asked if it’s really true that AIDS IS REAL? For others like this group of people out there, I think I have this to say to you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don’t let it happen to you before you become a believer; a lot of people that has AIDS were just like you, who never believe until it happened to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take all the necessary precautions, because if you don’t, you may live to regret it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is also important to know that equipping ourselves with &lt;u&gt;knowledge creates awareness&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;being aware is not also enough&lt;/u&gt;. For it to be effective and have a positive influence on lives it must be &lt;u&gt;converted to responsible practices&lt;/u&gt;…we must be accountable for the choices we make and whilst we make these choices, we must remember that someone who looks up to us is watching. What we do affects many more than just ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said and I quote "a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ll it takes for evil to thrive is for good to remain silent".&lt;br /&gt;In like manner, all it takes for HIV to thrive is for you and I to remain passive. Please know this gospel, preach it and help others to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-8647445057062699973?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/8647445057062699973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=8647445057062699973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/8647445057062699973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/8647445057062699973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-aid-truly-real.html' title='Is AID truly real?'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-1738343625624720280</id><published>2007-07-13T16:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T10:43:32.841+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>I think this is Advanced Fee Fraud aka 419.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dearest In The Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greeting in the name of our lord Jesus Christ, i am Mrs. Mabel David from Kuwait. I am married to Mr. Jacob David who worked with Kuwait embassy in Ivory Coast for nine years before he died in the year 2004.We were married for eleven years without a child.&lt;br /&gt;He died after a brief illness that lasted for only four days. Before his death we were both born again Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Since his death I decided not to remarry or get a child outside my matrimonial home, which the Bible is against.&lt;/span&gt; When my late husband was alive he deposited the sum of US$2.5 million dollars in a bank here in Abidjan Cote d'Ivoire. Presently, this money is still in bank.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my Doctor told me that I would not last for the period of nine months due to cancer problem. The one that disturbs me most is my stroke sickness. Having known my condition I decided to donate this fund to a charity organization that will utilize this money the way I am going to instruct herein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want an organization that will use this fund for orphanages, school and church, widows, propagating the word of God and to endeavor that the house of God is maintained.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible made us to understand that "Blessed is the hand that giveth".I took this decision because I don't have any child that will inherit this money and my husband relatives are not Christians and I don't want my husband's efforts to be used by unbelievers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a situation where this money will be used in an ungodly way. This is why I am taking this decision. I am not afraid of death hence I know where I am going. I know that I am going to be in the bosom of the Lord. Exodus 14 VS 14 says that "the lord will fight my case and I shall hold my peace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need any telephone communication in this regard because of my health hence the presence of my husband's relatives around me always. I don't want them to know about this development. With God all things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I receive your reply I shall give you the contact of the bank in Abidjan Cote d'Ivoire. I will also issue you an authority letter that will prove you the present beneficiary of this fund. I want you and the church to always pray for me because the lord is my shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My happiness is that I lived a life of a worthy Christian. Whoever that wants to serve the Lord must serve him in spirit and Truth.Please always be prayerful all through your life.Contact me on this e-mail &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mabel002dj@yahoo.com.mx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mabel002dj@yahoo.com.mx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any delay in your reply will give me room in sourcing another church for this same purpose. Please assure me that you will act accordingly as I Stated herein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to receive your reply. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remain blessed in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Yours in Christ Sis.Mabel David.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Friends, if you received this kind of message, please don't believe it just delete from your mail. Such message is from the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;advanced fee fraud aka 419&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who want to dispossessed you of your hard earn money.&lt;br /&gt;Let me correct something she recorded against the bible (highlighted above), it is not against the bible to re-marry when your spouse died &lt;strong&gt;1 Cor. 7:39-40-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wife is bound by the law as long as her husband liveth; but if her husband be dead, she is at liberty to be married to whom she&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;will; only in the Lord. But she is happier if she so abides, after my judgment: and I think also that I have the Spirit of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whether you re-marry or abide is your own decision &lt;strong&gt;if the partner dies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lets watchout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They are everywhere this days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-1738343625624720280?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/1738343625624720280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=1738343625624720280&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1738343625624720280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1738343625624720280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-this-is-advanced-free-fraud-aka.html' title='I think this is Advanced Fee Fraud aka 419.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-4144312700781615060</id><published>2007-07-12T10:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:28:40.266+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bits an Pieces'/><title type='text'>Just Schmoozing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RpYBkd89yUI/AAAAAAAAADc/vvjQbWYYIcY/s1600-h/Scmooze+award[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086254555188808002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="144" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RpYBkd89yUI/AAAAAAAAADc/vvjQbWYYIcY/s320/Scmooze%252Baward%5B1%5D.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was overwhelmed with joy when I opened my mailbox this morning to the realisation that I have an award waiting for me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinade.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Painted Veil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; This is quite an honour I must tell you, a surprise, I think it’s a great way to spur deserving bloggers on. Thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinade.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shinade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;for this award, you’re indeed a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now my own 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have to do the rounds of blogs to do this and I must confess that there are a lot of good writers out there, believe me you will be confuse trying to pick out your five if you were in my position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first hit is Davidbdale of &lt;a href="http://davidbdale.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very Short Novels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; he is an innovative writer who has an intriguing way of portraying his characters, I love his concept of 299 words, it keeps you at it knowing you will soon get to know the end of the story. Get to know him and you will see his great schmoozer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have another hit here, do I need to give an inside scoop on her for those non-gardeners…….. Nope you can get to know her through this award. She is Philomena Ojikutu of the &lt;a href="http://www.gardenersdaughter.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telenovela Love Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,the eloquence with which she summarizes and reviews telenovela make her a great schmoozer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;a href="http://refinedone.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RefinedOne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, what do I say about you, I think I will use tags for you, you know they tell more of you than any other description I could use, and I really want people to know why you deserve this award, here is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Link-a-child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Orphaned children&lt;br /&gt;Hope in crisis&lt;br /&gt;Purpose&lt;br /&gt;Kindness&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement&lt;br /&gt;Need I go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it’s your turn Trina Roach of &lt;a href="http://www.creating-tomorrow.com/blog"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creating Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;….I guess you’re as surprise as I was. Trina is a leadership consultant and a coaching expert, for those wondering what that means, just go get a glimpse of creating tomorrow and you’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I draw the curtain with Yolanda of &lt;a href="http://ebonymommy.com/blog"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ebonymom.com&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;she is a loving mom blogging about her Efamily.She is one of my prize schmoozer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I hear drums……..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think so&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations bloggers&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget to “PASS IT ON”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-4144312700781615060?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/4144312700781615060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=4144312700781615060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/4144312700781615060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/4144312700781615060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-schmoozing.html' title='Just Schmoozing'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RpYBkd89yUI/AAAAAAAAADc/vvjQbWYYIcY/s72-c/Scmooze%252Baward%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-3146875121570557969</id><published>2007-07-10T09:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:06:54.230+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Dealing with problems.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A hiker went walking through the forest one bright sunny day, sighted a drowning man floundering in the river. He was momentarily stunned and was at first undecided what to do. He later jumped in the river when he saw the man disappearing below the waters. He threw off all his heavy clothing and dove into the river, swimming like a madman toward the spot where he last saw the man. Reaching the spot, he plunged below the surface and frantically hauled up the helpless man. He then towed him to the shore. Heaving the lifeless body up on the bank, the hiker attempted to revive the man, who eventually spit up water and began to breathe. Relieved, the hiker paused to catch his breath. But no sooner had he done so than he heard another voice out on the water.&lt;br /&gt;Another drowning person! And another and another ……………. until finally exhausted and about ready to collapse, he saw another man walking briskly towards the upper part of the river, he could not help calling out to the man for assistance. But all his effort yielded no results as the man continued walking as if he had not heard him. Surprised, the hiker ran up to him blocked his part and the following conversation ensued;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hiker:          "Hey! How can you possibly walk past all these drowning people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you no  conscience? Must I force you to help me save these people?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stranger:     “Please get out of my way because I am headed upstream to stop the man who is pushing all these people in." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Learning point: It is better to address problems at source rather than allow it degenerate into something that may be difficult to resolve. We need to learn to deal with problems at source.Some if not all of us allow our problems to swamped us,we need to weigh the problems, look at how best to approach it,and apply creative thinking to solve it.It is not all problems that require money to solve,simple solutions at our fingertips could go a long way in making life better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember,apply creative thinking.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-3146875121570557969?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/3146875121570557969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=3146875121570557969&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3146875121570557969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3146875121570557969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/07/dealing-with-problems.html' title='Dealing with problems.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-2626075766866354214</id><published>2007-07-05T14:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:37:16.849+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True life story'/><title type='text'>Difficult to believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is sometimes difficult to understand what motivate people to do dastardly acts. I was reading the account of a man who allegedly killed his lover over a certain some of money early this year. The man was said to have lent the money to his lover, who later went back to demand for another sum with a pledge that she will make love with the suspect. When she failed to keep her promise, the suspect lured her to a deserted farmland, butchered her to death and hurriedly wrapped the body with her clothes and buried her remains in a shallow grave few metres from the scene of the crime. Unknown to him, a farmer in the adjoining farmland witnessed the whole show; he raised alarm and the villagers gathered round the man to prevent him from escape and later called in the police. Upon questioning, he claimed that he had spent so much money on the victim during their courtship, alleging that she had always denied him sex. He alleged that the victim borrowed from him and always refused to pay back only to request for more money but still refusing to have sex with him as agreed. He alleged that the victim was always coming to him with one lie or another, with a view to extorting money from him and that was just the only reason he decided to hack her to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a story! What a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is this right? How much money could have been involved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, lets watch out, no amount of money is what the loss of a human life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-2626075766866354214?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/2626075766866354214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=2626075766866354214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2626075766866354214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2626075766866354214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/07/difficult-to-believe.html' title='Difficult to believe.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-8990786089653751060</id><published>2007-06-28T11:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T11:39:46.163+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HEALTH TIP'/><title type='text'>Herbal remedy –How safe (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Often times when I come across herbs, the first thought that usually flashed through my mind is that they should not be taken lightly because they can have powerful effect on one’s system either good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Herbs are good, and irrespective of the mode of presentation they are also medicine. A lot of care should be exercised in it’s administration because when taken wrongly, some are known to cause kidney and liver failure and sometimes death.&lt;br /&gt;Local herbal preparations, by people who did not undergo proper training can be immensely harmful. Some of the possible lapses that can be found with herbal preparations are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mis-identification of certain plants used for the preparation because, it is possible that some plants may look alike but are not even related, such can easily be mistaken or misidentified at the time of the user’s purchase or when the plants were picked from their source.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contamination with pesticide residues, lead, microorganisms, insecticides etc. is possible because these preparations are not under the scrutiny or controls that conventional drugs must endure by the laws of most countries where these herbs were produced.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack of standardization is another major lapse we should take note of, because components of plants vary in quantity and quality depending on the part of the plant used, stage of ripeness weather and season when the plant is grown, harvested and stored. For maximum potency, it is important that particular herbs be harvested at the optimum moment. Therefore, batch-to-batch reproducibility of plant material in marketed products is difficult to achieve or assess in practice. Product variation in herbal medicines is large and significant. Such variations in medication have disturbing clinical implications.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most accompanying instructions and method of preparation are inadequate and sometimes wrong and the user often misappropriates the ones that come with the right instructions and methods of preparations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this end I will say that we should all watch closely, observation coupled with good judgment is necessary in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-8990786089653751060?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/8990786089653751060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=8990786089653751060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/8990786089653751060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/8990786089653751060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/06/herbal-remedy-how-safe-part-2.html' title='Herbal remedy –How safe (Part 2)'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-7130474478679731636</id><published>2007-06-28T09:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T10:32:06.871+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bits an Pieces'/><title type='text'>Introducing Oluwayinka.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RoNsxHqDPEI/AAAAAAAAACw/zIrY7DvUFvM/s1600-h/olaito.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081024395728862274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="162" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RoNsxHqDPEI/AAAAAAAAACw/zIrY7DvUFvM/s320/olaito.15.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't express my surprise at coming across Oluwayinka,a consultant Human Resources development Trainer, Brand and Public Relations expert as well as a public speaker.He authors a blog that is full of inspirational messages and divine influence,which is a must read for everyone.I was particularly touched by one of his posts titled "Accepting the gift of you" and a lot of others too numerous to mention.Please take time out to visit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oluwayinka.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oluwayinka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a daily inspiring nudgets that keep individuals going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-7130474478679731636?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.oluwayinka.blogspot.com' title='Introducing Oluwayinka.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/7130474478679731636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=7130474478679731636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7130474478679731636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7130474478679731636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/06/introducing-oluwayinka.html' title='Introducing Oluwayinka.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RoNsxHqDPEI/AAAAAAAAACw/zIrY7DvUFvM/s72-c/olaito.15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-1947696104325320039</id><published>2007-06-26T10:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:47:24.661+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Humility.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recalling the account of Luke 18:10-14,where two men went up into the temple to pray, one a holy man and the other a tax collector. Remember that the holy man stood and prayed thus, 'God, I thank you that I am not like other men, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even like this lousy tax collector. I fast twice a week, I give tithes of all that I get.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the tax collector, standing far away, would not even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, 'God, be merciful to me a sinner!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Jesus explained: 'I tell you, this tax collector went home forgiven, rather than the holy man; for every one who praises himself will be humbled, but he who humbles himself will be praised.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From this, it is easy to deduce that Jesus often called for humility and condemned those who sought honor. The tax collector see himself as not just any sinner but the worst of all sinners, it is no wonder that he went down to his house justified. That humble tax collector had it right. He was doing the only thing you and I can do to be accepted by God. He just asked – with humility.&lt;br /&gt;Beware of the proud holy man who hangs a bunch of rules around your neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be humble so that you will not stumble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-1947696104325320039?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/1947696104325320039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=1947696104325320039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1947696104325320039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1947696104325320039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/06/humility.html' title='Humility.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-7028722995811766492</id><published>2007-06-26T10:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:14:00.042+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Behold, I am coming soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is just to spice up your day,enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A young seminary student was to preach to a congregation as part of his practical exam.Upon mounting the rostrum he found out that his sermon notes were missing.He only recalled his topic, which says "Behold, I am coming soon". he kept repeating the topic as he searched through his bible for the notes. In a desperate bid, he knocked down the pulpit which then crashed on an old lady seated in the front row. When he apologised to her she said, "It is my fault because you warned me three times that you were coming soon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-7028722995811766492?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/7028722995811766492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=7028722995811766492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7028722995811766492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7028722995811766492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/06/behold-i-am-coming-soon.html' title='Behold, I am coming soon.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-3853122036398732390</id><published>2007-06-18T14:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T10:34:20.986+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HEALTH TIP'/><title type='text'>Herbal remedies – How safe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Herbal remedies have been with us in various forms for centuries. Unfortunately our forefathers had no written records of the mechanism of action of these drugs, their dosages and preparation but rather cloaked their knowledge and activities heavily in mysticism and magic, handed down orally to a chosen few.&lt;br /&gt;This valuable knowledge is at risk of being permanently lost. Quack herbalist flash adverts that promise concoctions to cure just about everything in one single formula. Modernized, neatly packaged herbal preparations flood our market, consuming a large amount of precious foreign exchange, and claiming to manage everything from menopause, to obesity and AIDS. This issue is to draw our attention to the fact that written records of the mechanism of action of these drugs, their dosages and preparation but rather cloaked their k Herbal remedies have been with us in various forms for centuries. Unfortunately our forefathers had no written records of the mechanism of action of these drugs, their dosages and preparation but rather cloaked their knowledge and activities heavily in mysticism and magic, handed down orally to a chosen few.&lt;br /&gt;This valuable knowledge is at risk of being permanently lost. Quack herbalist flash adverts that promise concoctions to cure just about everything in one single formula. Modernized, neatly packaged herbal preparations flood our market, consuming a large amount of precious foreign exchange, and claiming to manage everything from menopause, to obesity and AIDS. This issue is to draw our attention to the fact that e and activities heavily in mysticism and magic, handed down orally to a chosen few.&lt;br /&gt;This valuable knowledge is at risk of being permanently lost. Quack herbalist flash adverts that promise concoctions to cure just about everything in one single formula. Modernized, neatly packaged herbal preparations flood our market, consuming a large amount of precious foreign exchange, and claiming to manage everything from menopause, to obesity and AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strictly speaking, herbal remedies are products of non-woody parts of plants: leaves, flowers, stems, bark and roots, used in the relief and treatment of ailments. In the commonly used sense however, herbal remedies tend to refer to preparations of plant products, minerals, animal parts and sometimes, significant amounts of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Herbal medicine has a long respected history cutting across cultures and handed down from generation to generation. Many familiar medications of the twentieth century were developed from ancient treatments of health problems with specific plants. Ancient Mayan women ate certain yam tubers raw every six months to prevent pregnancy. This was a closely guarded secret, kept even from their men. Today a large number of medicines are plant products or derivatives of their active ingredients that have been researched, synthesized and packaged in large pharmaceutical laboratories. In spite of these advances, a huge amount of plants remain unexplored in our threatened forests and beneath our waters. Modern science has only brushed the surface of this magical world.&lt;br /&gt;Common presentations of herbal medicines include pastes, powders, pessaries, suspensions, water and alcohol based solutions commonly called Agbo, and recently neatly packaged tablets, capsules and other forms, sold under various trade names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be continued. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href="&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&gt;Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-3853122036398732390?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/3853122036398732390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=3853122036398732390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3853122036398732390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3853122036398732390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/06/herbal-remedies-how-safe.html' title='Herbal remedies – How safe'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6723255637254100549</id><published>2007-06-18T13:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:24:11.659+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>In a prison hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;$BlogItemURL$"&gt;"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a conversation that took place between a prisoner and a prison doctor.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prisoner:&lt;/strong&gt; Look here, doctor! You've already removed my spleen, tonsils, adenoids, and one of my kidneys. I only came to see if you could get me out of this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doctor:&lt;/strong&gt; Be patient. I am doing just that…one bit at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6723255637254100549?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6723255637254100549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6723255637254100549&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6723255637254100549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6723255637254100549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-prison-hospital.html' title='In a prison hospital'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6804365672276280627</id><published>2007-06-14T14:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:26:35.492+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True life story'/><title type='text'>Miracle Tree Of August</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m not sure what happened, but almost as soon as the ink was dry on our marriage certificate, everything seemed to go wrong for my husband and me as a couple. As nice as most of his family was, there were still a few family members who just enjoyed causing trouble, and if they could put me, or something I did, in a bad light, they did. There were also a few people in my family who didn’t help matters, either. They would pounce on any problem that they thought we might be having, making the problems that all newlywed couples have much worse.&lt;br /&gt;Like many women, I found that my husband wasn’t very good at communicating. Instead of discussing our problems and trying to deal with them, my husband would just clam up or walk away. I tried to get him to understand that if we stood together as one and kept our faith in the Lord as our foundation for a strong marriage, other people would see our united front and not be any real threat to us no matter what they said or did, making our lives a lot more peaceful and happy. But as the months turned into years and my husband didn’t do any of those little things that make a wife feel special and all I got were comments that “life used to be more fun before we got married,” I slowly turned myself off from our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did all the things I thought were right—I made his favorite foods, hemmed his pants, fixed snacks for his friends, and mowed the lawn if he was sick with a cold—but I only did them mechanically, with little or no feeling, as though I were just going through the motions. I often prayed to God, telling Him that He would have to deal with this burden if He wanted this marriage saved because I no longer had the strength to deal with the situation on my own.&lt;br /&gt;One dry, hot August day, though, I stepped outside to find my husband planting a beautiful evergreen tree in the corner of our yard—something I had wanted for a very long time. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. When I met my husband’s eyes, I could see a kindness and quiet joy that I hadn’t seen in him for a long time. In that instant, the considerate things my husband had been doing for me for the past few months suddenly came to mind—things that I’d become too numb to really notice and appreciate: buying me flowers on the way home from work, listening to what I had to say, running some errands for me, and being nice to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;That day, my husband and I talked together like we did before we got married and it was wonderful to share our hearts and our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;“I know I’ve been an awful fool,” my husband told me, “but it just seemed easier for a while not to deal with our problems and I guess I thought they’d just go away. But I’ll never let anyone or anything ever come between us again.”&lt;br /&gt;When we left the site of our little evergreen tree we walked hand in hand, tears glistening in our eyes. My husband was wrong for getting moody, turning away from me, and not dealing with our problems head on right from the start of our marriage, but I was wrong, too. I was so busy allowing myself to turn cold and unfeeling that I couldn’t even see all of the nice things that my husband had started doing to show his love for me, and the signs of true regret for how he’d acted.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we often look at our lovely evergreen tree that has grown a lot and thrived over the years, despite being planted during the dry, hot days of August. That tree has become a symbol of the united love we now share—a love that thankfully, God would not let us lose. We know that it’s truly our miracle tree of August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/225qkr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinyurl.com/yv785g" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6804365672276280627?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6804365672276280627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6804365672276280627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6804365672276280627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6804365672276280627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/06/miracle-tree-of-august.html' title='Miracle Tree Of August'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-2181776016006667687</id><published>2007-06-12T14:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:51:11.792+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Leave the past where it belongs..............in the past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The past!everyone has it, either good or bad,but the ability to forget and leave the past to the infinite mercy of God, the future to his good providence and give the present wholly to his love by being faithful to his grace is what make us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;victorious&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you ever disturbed by memories? Wouldn't it be nice to simply click the &lt;strong&gt;DELETE KEY&lt;/strong&gt; and erase the pain while leaving only happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recol&lt;/span&gt;&amp;shy;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lections&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the story of the minister who passed along to a beginning pastor a trick he used when he noticed the congregation nodding off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suddenly say to them, 'Last night I held another man's wife in my arms.' And, when eve&amp;shy;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ry&lt;/span&gt;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;one sits up shocked, I continue, 'It was my own dear mother.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young preacher liked it and was ready the following Sunday when most of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;congrega&lt;/span&gt;&amp;shy;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tion&lt;/span&gt; was drowsing. He said in a loud voice, "You know, last night I held another man's wife in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned, the congregation sat bolt upright and stared. Unnerved, the young preacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stam&lt;/span&gt; mered, "Oh dear -- I've forgotten who she was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to take back an embarrassing moment, a hasty decision, or a word spoken in the heat of anger? The problem is, some things can't be taken back! Some hurts cannot be undone. And unfortunately, no delete key can correct the past so that memories no longer hurt, frighten or humiliate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is what it is ------- past. And that, too, is good to remember. It is past. Over. Finished. There is no taking it back, yet no purpose is served in re-living and rehashing old memories. It is gone. Let it be a teacher. Let us learn from its harsh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;les&lt;/span&gt;&amp;shy;sons as well as its joys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then let us leave it where it be&amp;shy;longs -- in the past and move on to the land of new beginnings where all of our past mistakes and heartaches, And all of our poor selfish grief,could be dropped like a shabby old coat at the door and never be put on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you ask for the grace to put the past in the past and &lt;strong&gt;BEGIN AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-2181776016006667687?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/2181776016006667687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=2181776016006667687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2181776016006667687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2181776016006667687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/06/leave-past-where-it-belongsin-past.html' title='Leave the past where it belongs..............in the past.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-2418379267132440119</id><published>2007-06-12T11:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:42:24.530+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Thanks for Your Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.&lt;br /&gt;Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;"Jack, did you hear me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.&lt;br /&gt;"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.&lt;br /&gt;"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important... Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.&lt;br /&gt;As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.&lt;br /&gt;The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture.... Jack stopped suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked. "The box is gone," he said. "What box?" Mom asked. "There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.&lt;br /&gt;"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.&lt;br /&gt;Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! Harold Belser."&lt;br /&gt;"The thing he valued most...was...my time." Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked. "I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;""Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-2418379267132440119?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/2418379267132440119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=2418379267132440119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2418379267132440119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2418379267132440119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/06/thanks-for-your-time.html' title='Thanks for Your Time'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-7763165308251429600</id><published>2007-06-06T12:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T12:18:00.078+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>The Act of Kindness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The act of being a good or benevolent person in nature or disposition. It is essential for us as Christians to have sympathetic attitude toward others, and willingness to do good or give pleasure. Kindness makes a person attractive; a person that is not kind is simply cruel. Always be willing to show your love and kindness to everyone even when it is not appreciated or reciprocated, because it is written: “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it." (Heb 13:2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes ago I read the story of a man who didn't like the way he was treated by his bank manager simply because he wore construction clothes to the bank to make a withdrawal. He was looked at and treated as if he had crawled out from under a rock.&lt;br /&gt;The problem began when he went to the Bank to cash a $100 check. When he tried to get his parking slip validated to save 60 cents, a receptionist refused, saying he hadn't conducted a transaction. "You have to make a deposit," she told him. When told he was a substantial depositor, she looked at him as if . . . . . . .. So what.&lt;br /&gt;He asked to see the manager, who also refused to stamp the ticket. The man went to the bank headquarters vowing to withdraw his $2 million-plus unless the manager apologized. No one called. So the next day, he withdrew his money. And the bank lost a valuable customer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The way and manner a lot of us had treated people in the past has left nothing much to be desired. Some of us treat others as if they were not God’s creation. Even as Christians, in our churches today we have class segregation, &lt;u&gt;the rich to the rich and the poor to the poor&lt;/u&gt;. I think it is important for us to know that as far as God almighty is concerned we are one irrespective of our lineage, ethnicity, class, social differences, colour, background and what have you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Cor 8:7&lt;/strong&gt; - But as you excel in everything – in faith, in speech, in knowledge, and in all eagerness and in the love from us that is in you make sure that you excel in this act of KINDNESS too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gal 5:22&lt;/strong&gt; - But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, KINDNESS, goodness, faithfulness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Col 3:12&lt;/strong&gt; - Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with a heart of mercy, KINDNESS, humility, gentleness, and patience,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all this should make a difference in someone’s attitude to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-7763165308251429600?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/7763165308251429600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=7763165308251429600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7763165308251429600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/7763165308251429600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/06/act-of-kindness.html' title='The Act of Kindness.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-3387807186573429211</id><published>2007-06-04T16:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:35:46.736+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Hut On Fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time a ship was wrecked and the only survivor of the ship was washed up on a small,uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for GOD to rescue him, and everyday he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements, and to store the few possessions he was able to salvage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had  happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief,grief,and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started blaming God saying "GOD, how could you do this to me?" .&lt;br /&gt;Early the next day he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island.It had come to rescue him. "How did you know I was here?" asked&lt;br /&gt;the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they&lt;br /&gt;replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because GOD is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain, and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that, the next time your little hut seems to be&lt;br /&gt;burning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember, &lt;strong&gt;1 Cor 15:10&lt;/strong&gt; - But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me has not been in vain. In fact, I worked harder than all of them – yet not I, but the grace of God with me.&lt;br /&gt;Remain blessed always.&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-3387807186573429211?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/3387807186573429211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=3387807186573429211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3387807186573429211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3387807186573429211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/06/hut-on-fire.html' title='Hut On Fire.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6531787908829955109</id><published>2007-05-31T11:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:03:00.325+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The promises of GOD'/><title type='text'>LEVITICUS and the promises of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Among those who approach God he will show himself holy, and in the sight of all the people God will be honored (10:3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am the Lord your God; consecrate yourselves and be holy, because I am holy” (11:44).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the life of a creature is in the blood, and I have given it to you to make atonement for yourselves on the altar; it is the blood that makes atonement for one’s life” (17:11).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep my decrees and laws, for the man who obeys them will live by them.  I am the Lord” (18:5).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Consecrate yourselves and be holy, because I am the Lord your God.  Keep my decrees and follow them.I am the Lord, who makes you holy” (20:7-8).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are to be holy to me because I, the Lord, am holy, and I have set you apart from the nations to by my own” (20:26).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will walk among you and be your God, and you will be my people.  I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of Egypt so that you would no longer be slaves to the Egyptians; I broke the bars of your yoke and enabled you to walk with heads held high” (26:12-13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6531787908829955109?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6531787908829955109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6531787908829955109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6531787908829955109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6531787908829955109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/05/leviticus-and-promises-of-god.html' title='LEVITICUS and the promises of God'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6455193934630080708</id><published>2007-05-31T11:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:35:36.856+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>The Red Rose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. He requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like. When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. Here is his Story:&lt;br /&gt;A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blond hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw HER. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment.I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!" It's not difficult to understand and admire her wisdom.The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best portion of a good man's life is the little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---- William Wordsworth (1770-1850) English poet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6455193934630080708?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6455193934630080708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6455193934630080708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6455193934630080708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6455193934630080708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/05/red-rose.html' title='The Red Rose.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-5213565550987317291</id><published>2007-05-24T16:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:20:50.913+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was once a hat-seller who passed by a forest. The weather was very hot and he decided to take a nap under one of the trees, so he left his whole basket of hats by the side.A few hours later, he woke up and realized that all his hats were gone.Then he heard some monkeys on top of the tree and he looked up. To his surprise, the tree was full of monkeys. They had taken all his hats!The hat-seller sits down and try to think of how he can get the hats down. He started to think and scratched his head. The next moment, he realized that the monkeys were doing the same thing.Next, he took down his own hat and fanned himself. The monkeys did exactly the same! An idea struck him - he took his hat and threw it on the floor. And the monkeys did the same too. Happily, he collected all his hats back.Fifty years later, his grandson also became a hat-seller and also got to hear the monkey story from his grandfather. One day, just like his grandfather, he passed by the same forest. Feeling very hot, he took a nap under the same tree and left the hats on the floor.Again, when he woke up, he realized that all his hats were gone. He looked up and found that the monkeys had taken all his hats. Remembering what his grandfather had told him, he started scratching his head and the monkeys followed.He took down his hat and fanned himself and again the monkeys followed.Now, very convinced of his grandfather's idea, he threw his hat on the floor... but to his surprise, the monkeys still held on to all the hats!Then one bold monkey climbed down the tree, grabbed the hat on the floor, and sneered ... "you think say na only you get grand-papa??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-5213565550987317291?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/5213565550987317291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=5213565550987317291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5213565550987317291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/5213565550987317291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/05/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-2861422433692482285</id><published>2007-05-24T11:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T11:33:15.465+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>IS PACKAGING IMPORTANT TO YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold. Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"With all your money you give me a Bible?" He then stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family, but realizing his father was very old, he thought perhaps he should go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make the arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words… &lt;strong&gt;" PAID IN FULL". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. Sometimes we don't realize the good fortune we have or we could have because we expect "the packaging" to be different. What may appear as bad fortune may in fact be the door that is just waiting to be opened.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust you enjoyed this. Pass it on to others and remain blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-2861422433692482285?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/2861422433692482285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=2861422433692482285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2861422433692482285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/2861422433692482285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-packaging-important-to-you.html' title='IS PACKAGING IMPORTANT TO YOU?'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-3785150523501962661</id><published>2007-05-24T10:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:58:48.291+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Where is GOD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two brothers were extremely mischievous and their parents were at their wits' end. So they asked their pastor to talk with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;The pastor sat the younger one down first. He wanted him to think about God, so he started the conversation by asking, "Where is God?" The boy didn't respond, so he repeated the question in a stern tone. Again he gave no answer. Frustrated, the pastor shook his finger in the boy's face and shouted, "Where is God?!"&lt;br /&gt;The boy bolted from the room, ran home, and hid in his closet. His brother followed him and asked, "What happened?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The younger boy replied, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We're in big trouble now. God is missing, and they think we did it!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sounds a bit like Adam and Eve, who were filled with guilt and tried to hide from God (Genesis 3:10). They had known the Lord's close fellowship, but now they were afraid to face Him. God pursued them, though, and asked, "What is this you have done?" Instead of repenting, Adam blamed God and Eve, and Eve blamed the serpent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we respond when we've sinned against God? Do we hide, hoping He won't notice? If we are His, He'll pursue us. The wisest choice is to come out of our hiding place, confess our sin, and have our fellowship restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;culled from Our Daily bread, Nov. 3rd 2007.&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-3785150523501962661?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/3785150523501962661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=3785150523501962661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3785150523501962661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/3785150523501962661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/05/where-is-god.html' title='Where is GOD?'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-6004642993822843796</id><published>2007-05-21T09:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T09:55:21.469+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Scars of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole that was behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore. In the house, his mother was looking out the window. She saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed, and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms, just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began a very incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced from his truck, took aim, and shot the alligator. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy Survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. On his arms, there were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh; in her effort to hang on to the son she loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The newspaper reporter, who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked the boy if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. Then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Mom wouldn't let go." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly, and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been right there, holding on to you. The Scripture teaches that God loves you.You are a child of God. He wants to protect you, and provide for you in every way. But, sometimes, we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril ~ and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That is when the tug-of-war begins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He will not ever let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-6004642993822843796?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/6004642993822843796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=6004642993822843796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6004642993822843796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/6004642993822843796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/05/scars-of-love.html' title='Scars of love'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-1299636934589476566</id><published>2007-05-17T12:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T12:53:43.328+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>It Stings - But it Disinfects</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got this from my good friend Olaitan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Words can sting, too. You've probably noticed that - especially critical words. But they may be a lot like iodine. Listen to our word for today from the Word of God in Proverbs 15:31, "He who listens to a life-giving rebuke will be at home among the wise."&lt;br /&gt;    Notice, a rebuke can actually be "life-giving." It doesn't usually feel life-giving. When someone points out something they don't like about us, it hurts. It stings. But God says if we heed that criticism or rebuke, we're showing how wise we are. In fact, according to Proverbs 27:6, "wounds from a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses."&lt;br /&gt;    First, when someone who cares about us points out something they see in us, it does feel like a "wound." The Bible acknowledges that it hurts. But it also says that those comments can be "trusted" when they come from a friend. People who don't care about you may tell you whatever you want to hear, but those who care about you will tell you what you need to hear!&lt;br /&gt;    When we love someone, we have a responsibility to be a mirror for them; to show them what we see when we look at them. Sometimes, that means we'll be affirming what things they are doing right, praising them for strong points they have that they may not be able to see. But our love also means we must hold up that mirror sometimes to show them how they're coming across, what they're doing wrong. We all hate to hear that we're accidentally unbuttoned or unzipped, but it's a good thing they let us know. It can save us a lot of embarrassment!&lt;br /&gt;    So when a friend or loved one points out something that isn't fun to hear, don't get angry with them or don't just disregard what they said. Consider what it is that may have made them say that. What do they see that maybe you can't see about yourself? Maybe only a percentage of what they point out is accurate, but you need to prayerfully consider what part of it is true. It's hard for me to face this, but there must be something I'm doing or communicating that has made this person have this perception. The Bible says that those who listen openly and honestly to one of their "mirrors" will be "at home among the wise."&lt;br /&gt;    In some ways, the closer the person is to us, the harder it is for us to receive critical feedback from them. Like from our spouse, for example. But those are the comments we should give the greatest weight to, because this is someone who really loves us and someone who knows us well. And when we are giving someone constructive criticism, let's be sure that we assure them of our love and of our belief in them, and that that's the reason we're giving them this hard-to-hear input.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The "iodine" of some one's criticism does sting. But what stings can also kill infection!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-1299636934589476566?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/1299636934589476566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=1299636934589476566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1299636934589476566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/1299636934589476566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-stings-but-it-disinfects.html' title='It Stings - But it Disinfects'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-8155379566850870096</id><published>2007-05-14T12:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T12:03:22.271+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>A Glass of Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water.&lt;br /&gt;She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?"&lt;br /&gt;"You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness."&lt;br /&gt;He said..... "Then I thank you from my heart." As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.&lt;br /&gt;Year's later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.&lt;br /&gt;After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval.&lt;br /&gt;He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill.&lt;br /&gt;She read these words..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paid in full with one glass of milk"&lt;br /&gt;(Signed)&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Howard Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-8155379566850870096?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/8155379566850870096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=8155379566850870096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/8155379566850870096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/8155379566850870096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/05/glass-of-milk.html' title='A Glass of Milk'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-333080233483224685</id><published>2007-05-11T12:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T12:51:06.990+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bits an Pieces'/><title type='text'>ICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RkRKJf5Ak9I/AAAAAAAAACo/0bQ0HGsiOsg/s1600-h/pic_feedback_krzr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063253408111170514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 58px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="109" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RkRKJf5Ak9I/AAAAAAAAACo/0bQ0HGsiOsg/s320/pic_feedback_krzr.jpg" width="69" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all carry our mobile phones with hundreds of names/ numbers stored in its memory but yet nobody, other than ourselves, knows which of these numbers belong to our near and dear ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case we are involved in an accident or have a heart attack and the people attending us get hold of our mobile phone they won't know which number to call to inform our family members. Yes, there are many numbers stored but which one is the contact person in case of an emergency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this reason, we must have one or more telephone numbers stored under the name ICE (In case of Emergency) in our mobile phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of "ICE" is catching on quickly. It is simple, an important method of contact during emergency situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cell phones are carried by a majority of the population, just store the number of a contact person or persons who should be contacted in case of an emergency as ICE" (meaning, In Case of Emergency).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea was thought up by a paramedic, who found that when they went to the scenes of accidents, there were always mobile phones with patients, but they didn't know which number to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He therefore thought that it would be a good idea if there was a nationally recognized name for this purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following a disaster in London, the East Anglican Ambulance Service has launched a national "In case of Emergency (ICE)" campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an emergency situation, Emergency Service personnel and hospital staff would then be able to quickly contact your next of kin, by simply dialing the number stored as "ICE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forward this. It won't take too many "forwards" before every body will know about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really could save your life, or put a loved one's mind at rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more than one contact name simply enter &lt;strong&gt;ICE1, ICE2 and ICE3 &lt;/strong&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;A great idea that will make a difference! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please pass this info to your friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-333080233483224685?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/333080233483224685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=333080233483224685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/333080233483224685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/333080233483224685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/05/ice.html' title='ICE'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/RkRKJf5Ak9I/AAAAAAAAACo/0bQ0HGsiOsg/s72-c/pic_feedback_krzr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-403772977773785274</id><published>2007-05-09T13:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:40:49.364+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacancies for Nigerians.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have just recently decided to heed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnchow.com/the-seven-habits-of-highly-successful-bloggers"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Chows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;advice in what he called  the &lt;u&gt;7 habits of highly successful blogger&lt;/u&gt;;which is to reduce my posting frequency to twice weekly instead of daily postings,please bear with me.Nevertheless, I have a very important information to pass across to all readers who are interested in a job vacancy.This mail was sent few days back and it only recently occured to me that I could assist to publicise some of this vacancies here also.Please,look forward to many more of this in subsequent posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOTE:This is mainly for Nigerians both at home and in diaspora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LAGOS - KANO RAILWAY LINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;SENIOR ENGINEERING AND PROJECT MANAGEMENT OPPORTUNITIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Background&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Railway Development Office (RDO) has been established under the Presidency to monitor the design and construction of the 1315 Km double track standard gauge Lagos-Kano railway line. The role of the RDO is pivotal to the successful delivery of this project. As the Client’s representative The RDO will provide ”Assurance” that the best engineering solutions are offered and act as the “Interface” between the Client, Consultant and the Contractor. The RDO now wants to fill vacancies in the Senior Technical Positions with Nigerian Engineers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Candidates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;The RDO is therefore looking for dynamic and talented Nigerians in the Diaspora. They will be team players with excellent communications and inter personal skills and possess good technical knowledge, professional qualifications and direct relevant experience for the positions. These positions are offered as 2 years renewable contracts and will be well remunerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Positions Available:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Engineering Assurance Manager &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will have overall responsibility for all engineering functions and work closely with the Project Director. With minimum first degree in engineering you will have more than 15 years management experience with proven achievements and at least 7 years in a senior role within railway engineering, transportation or construction sectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Asset Assurance Engineers (6 Positions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are six vacancies, one position each for the following disciplines:&lt;br /&gt;Ø                    Track&lt;br /&gt;Ø                    Structural&lt;br /&gt;Ø                    Stations/Building Services&lt;br /&gt;Ø                    Power/Signaling/Communication&lt;br /&gt;Ø                    Safety/Environmental&lt;br /&gt;Ø                    Quality Assurance/Systems Integration&lt;br /&gt;As the section leader, you will be responsible for a small team and so must have good technical knowledge of your discipline. Minimum first degree in engineering and more than 7 years direct relevant experience in the appropriate discipline is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Senior Project Interface Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have overall responsibility for the project management team and work closely with the Project Director. With good technical or engineering degree and possibly a master’s degree, you will be an experienced programmes manager and have more than 15 years proven experience of managing engineering projects some of which must be in the rail sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Project Interface Managers (4 Positions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The project is divided into 5 geographic segments. Each PIM will having responsibility for a segment.  You will have a technical or engineering degree and proven experience gained over more than 10 years as project manager on engineering projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Planning Manager &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The main focus of the role will be to monitor and maintain project schedules. You will require knowledge of software such as Primavera and have experience as a planning engineer preferably in the railway sector. Applicants will have a degree in engineering with at least 10 years experience. Team play and communication skills are paramount for this position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Apply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please send your CV with career details as an attachment in Word document stating in the subject line which position by email to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:railway@findajobinafrica.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;railway@findajobinafrica.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We will only contact candidates short-listed for interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Deadline for all applications is 9Th May 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnchow.com/the-seven-habits-of-highly-successful-bloggers"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;
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&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2614296953890828484-403772977773785274?l=jblogblogspots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/feeds/403772977773785274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2614296953890828484&amp;postID=403772977773785274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/403772977773785274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2614296953890828484/posts/default/403772977773785274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jblogblogspots.blogspot.com/2007/05/vacancies-for-nigerians.html' title='Vacancies for Nigerians.'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02761899251723755363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LrsMScJ-Y6g/SJr7i3d8B0I/AAAAAAAAASw/DYRWYQV6mG0/s1600-R/mums.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614296953890828484.post-5545315589862557868</id><published>2007-05-08T15:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:22:14.821+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Time to Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Starting school is no longer an issue for most of us. But leaving what's safe to step into the unknown is very much an issue for many of us. And some of us are refusing to take the step that will ultimately enlarge our life, like starting school enlarged mine.&lt;br /&gt;    Abraham is held up in the Bible as a model of faith that we should all emulate. And it's interesting to note the very first word God ever spoke to Abraham (or Abram as he was called at that time) in the Bible and Abraham's response. In our word for today from the Word of God, Genesis 12:1, it says, "The Lord said to Abram, 'Leave your country, your people and your father's household and go to the land I will show you." In other words, "Leave everything that's your security, everything you know, for a place you don't know but I do." Abram's response? "So Abram left, as the Lord h
