<?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-1279254200320594523</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:08:07.314-07:00</updated><category term='looking for love'/><category term='new thing'/><category term='Perfect man'/><category term='mothers'/><category term='What women want'/><category term='1cor.13:4-8'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='cleaning out closet'/><category term='living for God'/><category term='God makes strength out of weakness'/><category term='God'/><category term='real life'/><category term='phil 3:12'/><category term='past baggage'/><category term='14'/><category term='Jesus is love'/><category term='weakness'/><category term='letting go'/><category term='love'/><category term='true love'/><category term='13'/><category term='God is love'/><category term='brokenness'/><category term='broken'/><title type='text'>It's BROKEN, Throw it away</title><subtitle type='html'>The Strength of weakness always begins with brokenness...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279254200320594523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Jeni Lee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10716230505557045069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Sadgf0Z0zgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hnl1TCaDrWg/S220/m_c1bcecdf5b46a3a89350d2d55d4d0263.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279254200320594523.post-7707991409182057124</id><published>2009-04-12T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:27:49.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday, but Sunday's coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SeK9fE40zeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/etdoX5njEfk/s1600-h/iStock_000002084832XSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324026051091025378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SeK9fE40zeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/etdoX5njEfk/s200/iStock_000002084832XSmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SeK8ogo8nBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ysk1b69U2ic/s1600-h/iStock_000002084832XSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When your mind is in &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chaos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You body feels &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;engulfed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, of the World. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God feels so far away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When the test seem &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;to much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to overcome. "It's only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but don't worry my child. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday is coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our test brings us to the valley. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rejoice&lt;/span&gt;. Though the valley is sometimes full of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dead bones;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; just remember it takes only one breathe of God, to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bring them to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When we feel as if our trials have &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hung us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on a cross; just remember, though they put Jesus in a tomb, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He rose again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on the third day. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's Friday, but Sunday is coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324025001401928050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SeK8h-fcSXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3kPeX1m8As4/s200/rayOfHope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It's Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus is praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peter's asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Judas is betraying, but Sunday's coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pilot is Struggling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the counsel is conspiring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the crowd is billowfying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They don't even know, that Sunday's coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the disciples are running, like sheep without a Shepard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mary's crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peter is denying, but they don't know, that Sunday's coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the Romans beat my Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SeK9N646jrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WAa4Dsdb7Ag/s1600-h/dp1768260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324025756349271730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SeK9N646jrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WAa4Dsdb7Ag/s200/dp1768260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;robed Him in scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They crowned Him with thorns but they don't know, Sunday's coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See Jesus, walking to Calvary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His blood dripping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His body stumbling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and His spirit burdened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You see, His only prize, Sunday's coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the world's winning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;people are sinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and evil is grinning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the soldiers nailed my Saviors hands to the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SeK9rNTiKOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/80X7l0_torU/s1600-h/jesus_crucified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324026259508963554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SeK9rNTiKOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/80X7l0_torU/s200/jesus_crucified.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They nailed my Saviors feet to the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then they raised my Savior up, next to criminals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Friday but let me tell you something. Sunday is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the disciples are questioning, what is happening to their King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Pharisees are celebrating, that their scheming has been achieved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But they don't know, that it's only Friday, but Sunday's coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's hanging on the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feeling forsaken by his Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Left alone and dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can anyone save Him? Oh, it's Friday but Sunday's coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the Earth rumbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the sky grew dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My King yields his spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hope is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;death has won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sin has concurred &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and Satan is a liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus is buried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A soldier stands guard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and a rock is rolled into place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it's Friday, it's only Friday. Sunday is coming!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=9601494a6a22cf456942" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279254200320594523-7707991409182057124?l=real-lifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/7707991409182057124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-friday-but-sundays-coming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279254200320594523/posts/default/7707991409182057124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279254200320594523/posts/default/7707991409182057124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-friday-but-sundays-coming.html' title='It&apos;s Friday, but Sunday&apos;s coming'/><author><name>~Jeni Lee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10716230505557045069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Sadgf0Z0zgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hnl1TCaDrWg/S220/m_c1bcecdf5b46a3a89350d2d55d4d0263.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SeK9fE40zeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/etdoX5njEfk/s72-c/iStock_000002084832XSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279254200320594523.post-2164472973281477014</id><published>2009-03-26T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:59:36.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looking for love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus is love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1cor.13:4-8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What women want'/><title type='text'>Looking for L&lt;3VE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Scx6cCcO84I/AAAAAAAAADs/ez-JH6oJNfU/s1600-h/what%2520do%2520women%2520want%2520in%2520a%2520man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317759882127930242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Scx6cCcO84I/AAAAAAAAADs/ez-JH6oJNfU/s200/what%2520do%2520women%2520want%2520in%2520a%2520man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do women look for in men?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/ScyAatJvjMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vjqeNgBfMDk/s1600-h/25desire_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317766456303127746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/ScyAatJvjMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vjqeNgBfMDk/s200/25desire_600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;What qualities do we search for to fill that void?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;googled&lt;/span&gt; this very question. &lt;em&gt;Not that I don't already know the answer&lt;/em&gt;. I'm a single women. I had &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; check-list at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Along with the castle and horse drawn carriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was just curious if they were different from mine. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!, all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Scx9hFzeA0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/W0wjPrKlqpQ/s1600-h/i_love_god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317763267464921922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Scx9hFzeA0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/W0wjPrKlqpQ/s200/i_love_god.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Humble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gentle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dedicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Scx-Bz4oYLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0N56mXwHLbU/s1600-h/1020645648_95cc0fd5bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317763829590417586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Scx-Bz4oYLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0N56mXwHLbU/s200/1020645648_95cc0fd5bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone who won't leave my side &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when the storm hits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. A Shoulder to cry on. A Companion who will give me the shirt off their back. A Protector that will&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; lay down Their life for mine&lt;/span&gt;. A Love that is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forgiving&lt;/span&gt;, understanding, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;, true. Someone who makes me feel free &amp;amp; alive. Just the very presence of Him entering the room, makes it shake. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Love so deep&lt;/span&gt;, no matter how you search your heart, you can't deny it. A Prince that never stops believing or encouraging me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A Love worth fighting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As I accumulated my "wish list", I started to notice something heart warming &amp;amp; amazing. I did have this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; Someone. He has been right in front of my eyes for so long. A Prince who waited &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;until I was ready to love&lt;/span&gt; Him, because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; already. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was all that, plus so much more. I yearned for a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; that I already was given. All I had to do was open up and receive it. When all others left, He was still there. To &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pick up the pieces&lt;/span&gt; and put me back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317766024509830946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/ScyABkmMtyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ddaxHEhALOw/s200/Love_heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-8 (New Living Translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud 5 or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. 6 It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. 7 Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tangle.com/view_video.php?viewkey=b9550051d770898bc48d"&gt;http://www.tangle.com/view_video.php?viewkey=b9550051d770898bc48d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279254200320594523-2164472973281477014?l=real-lifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/2164472973281477014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-for-l3ve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279254200320594523/posts/default/2164472973281477014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279254200320594523/posts/default/2164472973281477014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-for-l3ve.html' title='Looking for L&lt;3VE'/><author><name>~Jeni Lee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10716230505557045069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Sadgf0Z0zgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hnl1TCaDrWg/S220/m_c1bcecdf5b46a3a89350d2d55d4d0263.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Scx6cCcO84I/AAAAAAAAADs/ez-JH6oJNfU/s72-c/what%2520do%2520women%2520want%2520in%2520a%2520man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279254200320594523.post-8268221858058316939</id><published>2009-03-02T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:25:48.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='14'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phil 3:12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past baggage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letting go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning out closet'/><title type='text'>Cleaning out the closet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308802774877741762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Sayn_xsyIsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vzYmLunmN74/s400/baggage.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"I'm gonna need you to step away from the baggage please"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow is gone, so say goodbye to the baggage of your past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308803626557284498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SayoxWdAoJI/AAAAAAAAADM/vBIWg1x2vlw/s200/letting-go-balloon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The past is called, just that, for a reason. It isn't suppose to follow with you into your future. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is time for Moses to passed away and Joshua to stepped into the Promise Land&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The old is changing. It's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW THING&lt;/span&gt;. I feel it, don't you? Something stirring in my spirit, letting me know a change is taking place. A &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;para dime shift&lt;/span&gt;. The birthing pains are passing, bringing forth a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW LIFE&lt;/span&gt;. I'm cleaning out my closet. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LETTING GO&lt;/span&gt; of the old, worn-out, out-of-date, fashions of my past. You know, the styles that really never seem to fit right. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BYE, BYE!&lt;/span&gt; See, for God to refill my closet with the clothes he has made &lt;em&gt;"just for me"&lt;/em&gt;, I have to &lt;em&gt;"LET GO"&lt;/em&gt; of my PAST. So lets see what we will be letting go of today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Unforgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grief&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Condemnation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SayoQEBpY9I/AAAAAAAAADE/oPVIAd9--HQ/s1600-h/whyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308803054674994130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SayoQEBpY9I/AAAAAAAAADE/oPVIAd9--HQ/s200/whyme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Self &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anxiety Bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Darkness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Selfishness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lack of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the very back of the closet I even found the &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that Satan had tried to put around my dreams. The fence that told me I &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wasn't good enough&lt;/span&gt;. I was a &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;weak&lt;/span&gt;. Enabling me to push through with God's purpose. Almost convincing me that it was about RELIGION and not a RELATIONSHIP. Lip service and not what was in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye, Bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308805679308627794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Sayqo1jEX1I/AAAAAAAAADc/fOfex5tG8uE/s200/letting_go_by_0odarkangelo0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letting go isn't always easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We hang on thinking we could "wear" it later. Knowing when that time comes, it doesn't fit right. It really never did to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letting go takes Faith, obedience &amp;amp; submission&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Obedience is better than sacrifice and realizing that it isn't about you, and never was, is the beginning of submission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12 I don’t mean to say that I have already achieved these things or that I have already reached perfection. But I press on to possess that perfection for which Christ Jesus first possessed me. 13 No, dear brothers and sisters, I have not yet achieved it, but I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, 14 I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippians 3:12-14 (New Living Translation)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=af54d8853ed136d985ba" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Gore "Good-bye yesterday"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279254200320594523-8268221858058316939?l=real-lifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/8268221858058316939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/03/cleaning-out-closet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279254200320594523/posts/default/8268221858058316939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279254200320594523/posts/default/8268221858058316939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/03/cleaning-out-closet.html' title='Cleaning out the closet.'/><author><name>~Jeni Lee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10716230505557045069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Sadgf0Z0zgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hnl1TCaDrWg/S220/m_c1bcecdf5b46a3a89350d2d55d4d0263.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Sayn_xsyIsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vzYmLunmN74/s72-c/baggage.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279254200320594523.post-509413904192020741</id><published>2009-03-01T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:41:10.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>A Mother's LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Sat05VhyASI/AAAAAAAAACE/m49087TOVL0/s1600-h/LeE%27S2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308465114166460706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Sat05VhyASI/AAAAAAAAACE/m49087TOVL0/s400/LeE%27S2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we celebrated my mother's birthday. It was such an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;awakening&lt;/span&gt;. A blessing. For years I took moments like these for granted. I was surrounded by family. Family that I know loves me. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good, bad, ugly&lt;/span&gt;. They still love me. I seen smiles in the faces of my love ones, that I never took notice to before. It's the little things that you wish you would have noticed more of.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for such a strong "Cord". (Eccl. 4:12). They are firm believers in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.U.S.H&lt;/span&gt; (Pray until something happens). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking at the love of a mother made me think about the love of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. How amazing is it to know that we have a Heavenly Father that loves us. Good, bad, ugly. A Father that seen all the valleys we went through and still stood beside us. An &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Abba&lt;/span&gt; who will never leave or abandon us. No matter how much we have disappointed. Thank you God, for a love that us mere humans can never fathom. Thank you for seeing my &lt;em&gt;beauty amidst all the ashes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you love that much?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308467329828506482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Sat26Tgxy3I/AAAAAAAAACU/A4E_b0TuFZY/s200/Godislove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A friend? A Spouse? A Child? Could you love someone so much. That no matter what they have ever done, you will still always love them the same? If your spouse was unfaithful? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Could you forgive and forget?&lt;/span&gt; That's true love. If your child stole from you. Could you still love them the same as the lil' 5 year old prince they once was? What if your little football star turned into a drug dealer? One late call, after another, "Come bail me out". Would your love waiver now? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God's never will&lt;/span&gt;. His love is that BIG. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIGGER&lt;/span&gt;. Think about that. Really think. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could you love that much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;embed name="tangle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" width="330" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="viewkey=3539522f0f30a94c27b8" wmode="transparent" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279254200320594523-509413904192020741?l=real-lifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/509413904192020741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/03/mothers-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279254200320594523/posts/default/509413904192020741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279254200320594523/posts/default/509413904192020741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/03/mothers-love.html' title='A Mother&apos;s LOVE'/><author><name>~Jeni Lee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10716230505557045069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Sadgf0Z0zgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hnl1TCaDrWg/S220/m_c1bcecdf5b46a3a89350d2d55d4d0263.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Sat05VhyASI/AAAAAAAAACE/m49087TOVL0/s72-c/LeE%27S2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279254200320594523.post-6142628111564495857</id><published>2009-02-26T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:17:13.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God makes strength out of weakness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weakness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living for God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brokenness'/><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SauDvOg4SEI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZyQwHndCfw8/s1600-h/brokenglass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308481433159354434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SauDvOg4SEI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZyQwHndCfw8/s400/brokenglass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fall so much....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fall so hard...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fall....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BROKEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The world says: &lt;em&gt;"It's BROKEN, I can't use it."&lt;/em&gt; Throw it away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God Says: &lt;em&gt;"I can't use it, unless it's BROKEN"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God isn't drawn to full. Only empty. (How humbling). MY strength leads me to failure. The Mighty Potter, tells me &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;there is weakness in strength and strength in weakness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(2Cor12:9-10)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The major misconception among us believers is that God is looking for strong people. God is looking for humbled, weak people who GET their strengths from Him. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The strength of weakness always begins with brokenness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;When is God's grace sufficient to help me?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Now&lt;/strong&gt;. Now that I look around and there is nothing left but the grace of God. God remove what else remains, So I trust only on You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Stop looking at your weakness and focus on His strengths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God has used some pretty BROKEN people to do His will. Misfits you might say. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;God has a habit of pickin' up nobodies and making them somebodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paul was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;killer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So was Moses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esther was a &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;poor orphan&lt;/span&gt; who God used to save a nation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peter &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;denied&lt;/span&gt; God 3X. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet God still reached inside of them and pulled out only what He could. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHOLENESS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Life has done nothing to you that God can't use&lt;/span&gt;. If only you leave it in His hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you decide to make a difference, then God will make up the difference.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SauC_iQXCRI/AAAAAAAAACc/8mUdzDyT57A/s1600-h/broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM BROKEN&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308480994608468290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SauDVsyM0UI/AAAAAAAAACk/iaKc4E7I-o0/s200/broken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made whole in weakness" (2Cor12:9&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="tangle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" width="330" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="viewkey=50c02e1dfec554f6aff0" wmode="transparent" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279254200320594523-6142628111564495857?l=real-lifelessons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/feeds/6142628111564495857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/02/broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279254200320594523/posts/default/6142628111564495857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279254200320594523/posts/default/6142628111564495857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-lifelessons.blogspot.com/2009/02/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>~Jeni Lee~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10716230505557045069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/Sadgf0Z0zgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hnl1TCaDrWg/S220/m_c1bcecdf5b46a3a89350d2d55d4d0263.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BbK1Th7zXaI/SauDvOg4SEI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZyQwHndCfw8/s72-c/brokenglass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
