tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37077695816247908412024-02-06T18:44:06.007-08:00Life - Your Love SongLife is like a song that we are writing to our Maker. We are designed to sing our love to Him. Our lives are also like a song that He has written for us. In every area of our lives, there are traces of His love. Life is a love song.Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707769581624790841.post-19254393705381385972012-07-18T23:14:00.000-07:002012-07-18T23:14:55.845-07:00Relationship, and Daughter-ship with God<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The other day, as I was having a shower, I had a revelation.<br />
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I was thinking about my relationship with God. How I have so badly been wanting to be closer to Him. The night before, a friend of mine had been telling me about his close relationship with God and it made me desire the closeness that he had so much. The kind where you <i>understand </i>what it's like to have Him by your side like... ALL THE TIME. To hear Him in whatever you are doing and wherever you are. Literally by your side as a best friend all the time. Doing stuff with Him.<br />
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All the time.<br />
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I was kind of jealous. :D<br />
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I was thinking about my perspective of God. Do I see Him mostly as a King, a judge, a father, my creator.... what? Well, He is every one of those things, but even though I "know" He is, there are still some things that I find I see Him as more than others. For instance, I think I honestly think of Him mostly as a judge and a king and less of a Father and other things. I think that's why my relationship with Him isn't as intimate. But the truth is, is that seeing Him as a Father is actually very important as well.<br />
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When you look at what Jesus refers to Him, it's mostly as "the Father", "our Father" etc. And Jesus normally refers to himself, as a son. "The Son of Man", "The Son of God" etc. Not only that, but when he teaches his disciples how to pray, he tells them to call God "our Father". When we talk to Him, we shouldn't address Him as a king, or even God or anything. Jesus said to say; "Our Father".<br />
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Being a Christian means to "be like Christ". Well, there are many things that Jesus did that we should strive for, but what about his <i>identity </i>as a person? I want to do a lot of the things that he did/does, but I also need to know what my identity is. If Jesus knew himself as a son of 'our Father', then that is something that I should reflect too. Being a Christian means being a son or daughter.<br />
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That's really exciting for me. :D<br />
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However, we have a choice (love means giving freewill etc., na?). I mean obviously, if God says you are His son/daughter then nothing could ever change that, despite what you do, or what you don't do... "nothing can separate you from the love of God". Nothing could ever happen for Him to love you any less. Our choice, of course is if we accept that love, but also if we choose to LIVE as a son/daughter. Jesus made that choice.<br />
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But what does that look like? I for one am on a journey of discovering more of how that looks. Lately, like I said, I have been learning about getting closer to God, but now I realize that it's combined with understanding what it looks like for me to be His daughter.<br />
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I thought I knew what a daughter was because I am one to my dad on earth. That's true, but it just recently occurred to me that perhaps my relationship with my dad isn't the best example. That what if being a daughter to GOD is so much more... incredible? What would it be like to be a daughter to a Father who is, well... PERFECT? But then again, if I'm not allowing myself to be a daughter to me father on earth, then no wonder it's difficult to see myself as a daughter to my Father in heaven...<br />
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Hmm...<br />
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For so long I have been orphaning (if that's a word, lol) myself from God and not realizing. I make myself an orphan when I choose to live independently from God. When I come up with other things in my life to 'take care of me'. Afterall, if you have enough security on your own, then why would you need God? When I choose to depend on God and do things 'His way', and doing stuff with Him instead of doing it by myself, then I am allowing myself to be Fathered. I am recognizing that He is, in fact, much greater than I am... He is God, afterall. ;)<br />
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But this takes humility. It means that I have to confess that I <i>don't </i>have it all together... no matter how much I may try to act like it.<br />
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Anyways, I'm sure I'll be learning so much more during this time...</div>Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707769581624790841.post-53257357428163919452011-08-14T15:07:00.000-07:002011-08-14T15:07:05.296-07:00Letters from IndiaJust wanted to let ya'll know that I will have a <a href="http://lettersfromindiatrip.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-going-to-india.html">separate blog</a> for updating you guys on my adventures in India. Subscribe to it if you want to make sure that you don't miss out on ANY of the awesomeness coming from my journeys and learnings. :D<br />
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Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707769581624790841.post-86696224278578799082011-08-09T23:02:00.000-07:002011-08-09T23:02:54.979-07:00I'M GOING TO INDIA!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggcH4kJLQ7oeHuZTt3AWZeVw49qyJstHU7WMVqFbKlrsOrdumRihgCgFko5V5uEUMpbLzUMd1qvi1bd2cX6WIdowbvdlepwZs28mKEurzCQ9uPWzr7fjOKI1jShdVYiXlburtdm_C7NUNX/s1600/IMG_0766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggcH4kJLQ7oeHuZTt3AWZeVw49qyJstHU7WMVqFbKlrsOrdumRihgCgFko5V5uEUMpbLzUMd1qvi1bd2cX6WIdowbvdlepwZs28mKEurzCQ9uPWzr7fjOKI1jShdVYiXlburtdm_C7NUNX/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" width="240" /></a>Hey, everyone!!<br />
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Guess what. I'm officially going to India this September! God's been telling me to go there and now it's been confirmed with an acceptance letter from the organization.<br />
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<b>With who?</b><br />
I'm going with an organization called Youth With A Mission (YWAM), who's main motive is to know God and make Him known. They focus on giving opportunities for young people to demonstrate Jesus' love to the whole world. They operate in more than 1000 locations in over 180 countries. If you'd like more info on YWAM, go <a href="http://www.ywam.org/About-YWAM">here</a>.<br />
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<b>How long?</b><br />
Nine months all together (crazy, I know). The first five months will be the lecture phase where we'll learn about God and receive relationship based mentorship for different areas. Then there will be two months of outreach (March and April) where we will split in teams and travel to different locations, showing God's care and love to those in need, and practicing what we have learned. Then in May, we'll come back to finish the school, and the projects for the creative tracks (more on the creative aspect below). In June we'll have the grand finale (graduation), and then I'll come back!<br />
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<b>Why?</b><br />
Ever since I've known Jesus, He has put a burning passion in my heart to share His love, goodness, and salvation with everyone. I've always felt called to be a 'missionary' (if that's what you want to call it) of some sort. So when I graduated last spring, I asked God where He wanted me to go, and after much seeking and learning to hear His voice, He has told me to go to this school. I know that may sound pretty weird to 'hear God's voice', but when I look back on it, I do not see how it could logically have been anyone or anything else.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOM96ztmmBQSYk0HdVJohOj2x2E4ujtHrLDRlmMc90ZbtiFv9gQnXYlHcoE4xbmE3yZqBN4bLO_y5r_DS0SIX_A1VuAgA7cr5ovDNan5mCNSmWKyl81TtU0c3PkxLVmu5Pdgkv7REFvkXi/s1600/IMG_0336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOM96ztmmBQSYk0HdVJohOj2x2E4ujtHrLDRlmMc90ZbtiFv9gQnXYlHcoE4xbmE3yZqBN4bLO_y5r_DS0SIX_A1VuAgA7cr5ovDNan5mCNSmWKyl81TtU0c3PkxLVmu5Pdgkv7REFvkXi/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" width="187" /></a><b>It has a music focus!</b><br />
It's a prophetic school of the arts with various creative tracks. I, of course, will be in the music track, where I will learn to listen to God's voice, create together with Him and communicate it through the powerful tool of the arts! Through various assignments I'll learn to write, produce, and arrange songs. I'd like to bring my cello with me, but if that turns out to be too much of a hassle, I'll bring my guitar (which is much easier to carry around). If you'd like more info on this specific school, go <a href="http://www.creativedts.in/">here</a>.<br />
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<b>How you can help:</b><br />
- Please pray! Seriously, that's the biggest thing you could possibly do to help. I will have to totally rely on my heavenly Father (God) and cannot afford to let anything get in the way of that. I'll be blogging to keep you updated on specific things to pray for, but right now please pray that all the preparation will go smoothly, and that the rest of the needed finances (approximately $2,000) will come in before I leave. God told me to go, so He will provide the way. :D<br />
- Also, please ask God about helping me out financially (and honestly, if it's a small amount, it still helps). If you would like to, please send it by Sept. 22, and let me know if you need my mailing address. But please know that it's your prayer and love support that's the biggest help! :)<br />
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Thank you!<br />
And Jesus' peace and love be with you!<br />
~ ZoeZoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707769581624790841.post-58723264180037847022011-07-14T23:29:00.000-07:002011-07-14T23:29:03.580-07:00"So that I can show My goodness."The other day, I was going for a walk in the gorgeous weather, when I was taken aback by the beauty all around me. I couldn't believe how richly BLUE the sky was, or how vibrantly GREEN the grass was.... or how intricate the heads of grass were.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbgtrQpaFA1PbiqE1JimEE7iw4h1fNxjZBb4qKxokE35Z3H-SLu5chv8XKNu-LSMRBHZMP6V3e1LYzBzkE9yUMrrjSDjHJxvOWvDJYVuasTyFZbOEMeUWPQGoRBis1QBNWsK_ZcKFsgywi/s1600/7530571-portrait-of-cute-little-girl-with-hands-up-in-happiness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbgtrQpaFA1PbiqE1JimEE7iw4h1fNxjZBb4qKxokE35Z3H-SLu5chv8XKNu-LSMRBHZMP6V3e1LYzBzkE9yUMrrjSDjHJxvOWvDJYVuasTyFZbOEMeUWPQGoRBis1QBNWsK_ZcKFsgywi/s1600/7530571-portrait-of-cute-little-girl-with-hands-up-in-happiness.jpg" /></a>Yes, these are pretty normal things, and things that I see every day, but today it was different for some reason. It was like a veil was lifted from over my eyes, revealing a world that I recognized, but never with such clarity and overwhelming amazement. It was kind of like a baby being outside for the first time. Or a child delighted and curious about every site, feeling, and smell that is outside. Everything was so AMAZING. I don't think we take enough time to really SEE all that we take for granted...<br />
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So as I was walking along, gaping at everything, I asked God;<br />
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"God, why did you do this? Why did you decide to make this all so detailed and intricate and vibrant and <i>beautiful</i>? "<br />
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And He said; "So that I can show My goodness." (It was unmistakably God. It was so clear and definitely not something that I had concocted in my head.)<br />
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That amazed me. (...And I thought I had had enough amazement for the day! ;))<br />
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Once I was over the realization of how TRUE that was, I asked God;<br />
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"But, what about the <i>bad</i> things in nature?"<br />
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And He said; "Zoe, that's not Me. That's sin."<br />
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Man, it took me forever for that all to sink in. It was one of those things that is so TRUE that you feel it gradually sink into your soul, and then stays planted there never to be uprooted. Maybe after a while, it'll get buried somewhat, but it's THERE nevertheless.<br />
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</div><div>I love you, Father!! :D</div>Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707769581624790841.post-48541755748380979532011-07-08T14:43:00.000-07:002011-07-08T14:43:20.492-07:00Soaked and OverflowingYes, I am bringing LIFE back to this blog!! :D<br />
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Last night I had an INCREDIBLE time with some friends. I'm telling you, it was friendship in it's fullest glory; sharing, talking about what God is showing us, talking about God in general, reading His word, PRAYING, listening to Him, laughing, and just...... being. Hanging out, but with God THERE.<br />
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I really wanted to get together with some people, just to hear what God might be saying to each of us. And to encourage each other. God designed us to be in companionship with fellow believers, so that we can help each other out, but He also uses someone else to say something to you. It's just like how He designed the human body... with a head, hands, feet etc. When all the parts are together, then the body works wonderfully. So, when all the different parts of the Church's body (people) are working together, then it's complete! (And we can bring God's kingdom!)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">"T</span></span><span class="woj"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">ruly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"> </span></span><span class="woj"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.” - Jesus (Matthew 18:19-20)</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I saw this ^ happen last night!! We specifically prayed for God's presence to come, for us to hear His voice, and for Him to lead our discussion. AND HE DID! He was THERE, and He SPOKE to me (by giving me a picture - and I don't normally get pictures like that! It was incredible!), and He LEAD OUR DISCUSSION! Looking back on it now I'm realizing how everything tied together so perfectly. The random passages of the Bible we read and what we were talking about really clicked together. I really felt that God was leading it all. Which is the whole point.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Haha, it's funny because I was actually kinda nervous about it all beforehand. I hadn't really done anything like this before and I really wanted God to lead it all. To be honest, I was afraid that we wouldn't be able to hear Him. But we prayed for God to open our hearts to hear Him, and HE DID! :D</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyways, this morning, as I was biking back from the neighbour's farm (I'm taking care of it this weekend - so much fun! :D), I was thinking about some of the things we talked about last night (there was so much, that I need a while to process it all!). Then I got a sort of revelation!! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was thinking about what we were discussing about our motives behind being good. Do we want to do what is right so that we can feel good about ourselves? Do we want to be righteous, or SELF-righteous? If those are our motives than we will just become prideful. However, it is important that we try to be good/do good things, but we should only do it if our motives are right. So what is the right motive? To honour God... to obey Him when He says to "Love your neighbour as yourself" and to "Love the Lord with ALL your heart, mind, strength and heart."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So here's the sort of revelation I got when biking in the rain: </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Honouring God is different than trying to please Him. Nothing we can do can make Him any more pleased with us than He is. Nor is there anything we can do to EARN His grace, favour, and love. We never deserved His goodness towards us in the first place, and we can't even BEGIN to deserve such amazing gifts that He gives us. But (to quote Reliant K) "The beauty of grace, is that it isn't fair." He still has grace, and He still is pleased with us. The picture I had was exactly that; Jesus was laughing and playing with us, like we were all his little children. He smiles with us. He is delighted in us (no matter how messy we are). haha!!! That's so cool. :) But it's neat because I didn't think of this. It was God showing me....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I don't think honouring God is about pleasing Him, but more about THANKING Him! When someone does so much good to you as Jesus does, than one can't help but praise Him. And when you spend time with Him, in His presence, then His goodness fills you up! Till you're OVERFLOWING, that it's just NATURAL for good things to come out of you. When you spend time with God, then His Spirit fills you up, and SEEPS THROUGH. Then the good things you do isn't you anymore, but GOD!! Then naturally, all the glory goes to Him... because you know it wasn't you! Isn't that incredible?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Haha. I love that whole concept. I was laughing as I was getting SOAKED during my bike-ride. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sooo....</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">> Being 'good' means to honour God </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">> Honouring God means showing gratitude to Him, (thanking and praising Him)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">> We show gratitude to Him BECAUSE of all that He does! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">> And we become open to the good that God does when we SPEND TIME with Him. </span>Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707769581624790841.post-56933063550715539942011-05-15T14:46:00.000-07:002011-05-17T18:01:26.693-07:00Behind Your Eyes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's so easy to hide one's pain, hurt, and tears when going through a hard time. Often times when I'm struggling, I try to cover it up and look strong. I'll put this image up of myself towards the people around me and even towards God. I'll think that I'm strong enough on my own, and that I don't need to ask God for help or seek encouragement and prayer from others. This, of course, only makes the problem worse.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So one day I was sitting and thinking about stuff.... and then started writing this song. It was like God was talking to me through my pen. It's kind of hard to explain, but I was just writing away, and then I looked again at what I was writing and was like 'woah. That's totally God saying this!' It was as if it wasn't my words, but His. He was telling me that He sees </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">everything</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> in me. There is nothing I can hide from Him, so it's silly for me to try to. The beautiful thing about it though, is that no matter how much dirtiness He may see in me, He doesn't love me less. No matter how much I fail, I am still the 'apple of His eye'.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">God sees your heart. He knows perfectly well how hard life can get. And if you mess up in serving Him or living for Him, He understands and is still delighted in your willing heart. Keep your heart open to Him... :)</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Your weakness</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">Is where My grace is strong.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Your messes</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Are not too much for me."</span></span></div></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/So2Ig3Kxkms?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707769581624790841.post-41453053717891030882011-04-21T10:54:00.000-07:002011-04-21T10:54:49.053-07:00"Rosy Cheeks, Button Noses."<div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lately, the poetry that I've been writing has been totally free verse, but this time I made a point of keeping a rhythm and rhyme scheme. I thought that I should force myself to do that more and I found that I like it more than I thought I would. Yes, it does give you boundaries, but they're the sort that help you to be more creative, I found. Sometimes when I write free verse, it's almost too much freedom; I become overwhelmed with possibilities. But if I have a certain amount of restriction, then I learn to work within that.... creatively! </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The idea of this poem was inspired by the children that I work with. I have a nanny/housecleaning job for a family with lots of kids, and I often find myself taking care of (and playing with! :D) the four youngest ones (ages 1 - 6). There is something so precious about that age group; they are so simple, creative, content, and.... happy! Even though they can be mischievous, there is still a sense of purity and innocence about them that is unique to that young of an age. I've been working with these kids for quite a few years, so I have seen their not-so-good sides a lot, and have gotten tired out at times, but those things never seem to override the joy that I get from caring for them. And they teach me SO much about how I should be in many ways. Especially in the trusting aspect. :)</span></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Enjoy! =)</span><br />
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Rosy Cheeks, Button Noses<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>By Zoe N.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Rosy cheeks, </i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Button noses;</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Dancing feet</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>To laughter’s song.</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Dirty hands,</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>And hunts for bugs;</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Made up lands, </i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>And soup from mud.</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Life’s so free</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>When just a child;</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>All can be</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>A world of joy.</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>They don’t hear</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>A word you say,</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>As impure</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Or devious.</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Quick t’forgive,</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>With hearts to please;</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Joy to live,</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>And quite content.</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>It makes sense</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Our Lord asks for</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Innocence</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Like a child.</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>All through life,</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>A childe-like heart,</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I do strive</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>To always have.</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I’m at ease</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>In trusting Him;</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>All my needs</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>He meets and more.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>As a dad</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Sees his children,</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Just like that</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Does He see me.</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Life’s so free </i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>When trusting Him;</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>All can be</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>A world of joy.</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Rosy cheeks,</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Button noses;</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Dancing feet </i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>To laughter’s song.</i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><!--EndFragment-->Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707769581624790841.post-62826575693961163972011-04-19T17:42:00.000-07:002011-04-19T17:50:06.174-07:00Poems<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was going through files on my computer and came across some poems that I had written quite a few years ago, so I thought I would share them. :)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This first one, I think, was my very first time rhyming in a poem.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Praises</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Praise God when I am down!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He will keep me strong.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I shall stand firm and not be blown<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">By the things that are wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Evils will come at me at every angle<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But because of His power,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My life they shan't entangle.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He is my strong tower.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Praise God when I am low!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For Your glory is shining<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In me so I may show<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That You never seize loving!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Praise God in the darkness<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He brings the everlasting light<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And always brings the joyness.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My Father makes things right.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My Father makes me happy<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In a world full of darkness.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Because I love my Daddy,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm a light in the blackness.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When I feel like crying<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Because of being left here<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And feel my passion dying<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I know You'll always be there.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This next one I wrote as an assignment (this one was a lot of fun :D).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Psalm of Praise to Our Creator</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div class="MsoNormal">Every moment of every day<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Is there proof of Your existence<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Screaming through all that You've made.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">We are overwhelmed by Your presence.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As we gaze upon the sunsets,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">We see the vibrance of the Painter.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">As we incline to the voices of the birds,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">We hear the songs of the Composer.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">As we dance among the rolling hills,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">We notice the shapes of the Molder.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Our uniquenesses are like Your colour scheme<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">And our voices are a song for you.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Our lives are continuous dances for Your Majesty.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">We are clay for Your potter's wheel; ready to be used<span style="font-size: 16pt;">.</span></div><!--EndFragment--> </span><br />
<!--EndFragment-->Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707769581624790841.post-47869404143696191262011-04-18T13:20:00.000-07:002011-04-18T13:20:03.833-07:00Song quoted in the last post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/ypSz8WqRc_M/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ypSz8WqRc_M&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ypSz8WqRc_M&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br />
Here is 'The Shadow Proves the Sunshine' by Switchfoot.Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707769581624790841.post-33362148726946229122011-04-18T12:21:00.000-07:002011-04-18T12:21:36.391-07:00"The Shadow Proves the Sunshine"<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman;">Haven't written here in a while. How dreadful! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman;">Well, there's a lot that's been going on in my life this last while, so I will try to explain it. It's somewhat personal, but I'm going to share it anyway because I think we've all experienced a lot of this. I would like to offer hope and share what I have learned (and I also just need to get it out of my system). <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman;">I think the easiest way to describe this last month or so has been... swimming in a pit of black slime. I thought I was just 'going through a stage' or something and it would pass. I thought 'oh, I'm just having a bad day. Tomorrow will be better.' Or I would think that it's just me and I had to just work through it on my own. That may work to push it aside for a time, but when it gets to the point where I feel too smothered to read my Bible or spend time with God, then it's dangerous. That's what happened most and I think that was what was pulling me deeper into the slime; feeling so out of it that I couldn't even talk to God (which I had normally been able to do SO easily).<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman;">A few weeks ago it got to the point where I felt like I was drowning. One of the most weak point in my heart was attacked right to the core; the ever-present and most absurd thought of 'I don't have any friends'. Pout, pout. It's a complete lie, but certainly a weak point (and for a lot of people in this stage of life, needing identity and a sense of belonging) in me that the Enemy loves to attack. That was the last straw that got pulled, leading me to be desperate. Desperate enough to actually (brace yourself!) call out to God. It was more a cry of the heart than anything. I had no words to say other than; ‘God. I need… Your… Help.’ Then I just lay there, letting my tears speak for themselves. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman;">I think I thought that if I would want to talk to Him, even just in a casual way,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would first have to confess my sins and disloyalty for not talking to Him sooner. I thought He would judge me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought He wouldn’t accept me like He did before. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman;">Absolute lies.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman;">In fact, He accepted me all the more… without judging me. He opened His arms and held me in His strong embrace.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman;">After that, I was able to praise Him again. Then it felt like a thousand chains just fell off me. I could dance again. I found that the more I praised Him, the more free I became.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then I was able to read His word again but with a new perspective – one of joy. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman;">(Ha, this is starting to sound SO unrealistic. But it’s true. It really is unreal!)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman;">I believe that these dark times are attacks from Satan. There’s no denying it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Unseen is just as real (if not more real) than the seen. So how can one defend oneself from such attacks? I think a big aspect is being in God’s presence all the time and praying night and day (like what Paul said). Satan has no power of God, so we should always be surrounded by Him. I experienced being in God’s presence often, but it’s never been continual (I think that’s something that one kind of has to train oneself to do). Those times have been when I have been praising Him, and thanking Him, and worshiping Him for His complete goodness. I have found that having a heart and attitude of gratitude, is not only my best defense against the Enemy’s attacks, but also a means of my having complete satisfaction and fulfillment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are made to know and worship God. Our lives are not complete if we don’t, and will be running and searching for it (even if we don’t realize it) until we find it.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman;">There will always be misery and bad things in the world, from natural disasters to times of depression, but if we focus on those bad things, we will only sink deeper. If we focus on God and His unwavering goodness, we can rise above those problems and actually be able to do something about them, perhaps! When we focus on the problems, it’s so easy to think ‘how can a good God let this happen??’ but if we focus on God’s perfect-ness (yup, a made up word there :P),<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>then we realize how sad He actually is about our suffering and how He doesn’t like it. He won’t force Himself upon us, but wait for us to come to Him. That may seem very passive of Him, but it’s really quite the most gentlemanly thing to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times-Roman;">God’s peace, joy, happiness be with you! :)</span><o:p></o:p></div><!--EndFragment-->Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707769581624790841.post-68019901646243773032011-03-05T19:22:00.000-08:002011-03-05T19:22:18.731-08:00Disagreeing is HealthySome time ago, I was sitting at a local coffee shop reading some wonderful CS Lewis, when a couple (I'll call them Mr. and Mrs. S.) that I know came in too. We had coffee together and talked. It was awesome, so I'd like to share something I got out of that talk that left me reminiscing some time afterwards.<br />
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I was telling them how I believe my generation of believers needs to take more ownership of our faith and not just go along with what we're being spoon fed etc. Then, Mr. S. asked me 'So is there anything that you have disagreed with your parents about?' I said, 'Well, not really, actually.' That's what really got me thinking.<br />
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If I am to completely take ownership of my faith (ownership meaning; to call it my own; have Christ as my identity; live out my faith in daily life; believe in Him not because it's what I've been taught, but because I personally know He's true... etc), shouldn't I have had disagreements with my parents, or others who teach me? Maybe I'm sounding like a rebel. Allow me to explain.<br />
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We're all human, and all make mistakes and all mess up and all get things wrong. No matter how knowledgeable a person may be, they can still get things wrong (sometimes it's the people with the most 'logical' understanding that get the most things wrong, in some aspects). So with that in mind, we can't believe all that we've heard to be 'divine knowledge' and with nothing wrong with it. Often times the person may be bang on, but other times not so much. So how do we know what's what?<br />
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Through disagreeing. Here's why; when you disagree (or at least are somewhat skeptical) with what you're being taught, then you can go straight to Jesus with it. Praying and reading the Bible to hear what <i>He</i> has to say on the matter. Jesus is the Master of Answers so I think we can trust Him to be accurate. More accurate than any human being.<br />
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Now I'm not saying that everyone should ignore what they're being taught, or not to listen to what God has shown others, or what others have learned from His Word. No, we shouldn't completely stop up our ears from anything 'human'. God can use <i>anybody</i>. But I think the more we get to know Jesus, and develop a closer relationship with Him, the more we are able to hear His voice/opinion of what is being said. I think it really comes down to relationship (but I'll talk about that more in another post perhaps).<br />
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It may be that there ends up being nothing to disagree about with what a person says, and that you've found (through looking to Jesus) that they are right on. Nothing wrong with that. What I'm saying here is more just setting one's heart and mind to a state of deciphering what to believe as true or what to believe as false; not believing in something because someone else, who seems to be more knowledgeable, says it's true, thinking that it's just easier to listen to them without discovering anything out on your own. That's just being lazy. If you look for truth half-heartedly, or not at all, you will most likely find dull and unclear answers. But if you look for truth with your whole heart and more, then you will find whole hearted, strong, and real answers.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened (Luke 11: 9. 10)."</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i> amazingly </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>freeing. </i></span></span></div>Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707769581624790841.post-31449712807777514092011-03-03T22:05:00.000-08:002011-03-03T22:05:20.253-08:00'Coincidence', Marriage, CovenantsAbout a week ago was my first time going to this bible study that a friend of mine had invited me to. It turns out that the man leading/hosting it is actual acquainted with my mom and that we know his father (who had worked with my mom years ago)! He also knew the people whom my parents were visiting while I was at this bible study. I was quite taken aback by this 'coincidence'.<br />
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So, now to what we discussed in the study. The subject was on marriage and the difference between a covenant and a contract/promise. First of all, something I had never really realized or thought much of, was that marriage in the Bible is so much different than how it is today. The act of getting married became more and more formal/ceremonious as one looks through the Bible. At first they never really did extravagant ceremonies like we do today. I don't think I would want to go back to how they did it, but it is interesting to note nonetheless...<br />
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The modern idea of marriage has become more and more about finances, than about God. Now it is perfectly 'legal' to divorce, even though it may be sinful (most of the time) according to the Bible. When you take God out of the picture, it's way different and kind of out of place. According to the Bible, marriage is a covenant, but according to North American law, it's more like a contract. So what's the difference?<br />
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The difference is that in a covenant, you're not only vowing to your spouse, but also to God. That means it's forever. If you break that vow, it means you're not only sinning against your spouse, but against God (but of course, I do believe that there are circumstances where divorce is needed, and God allows it, even though He doesn't like it).<br />
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Ha. I am far too young to be married, but I found this all quite interesting.Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707769581624790841.post-5538925244295618012011-02-24T11:12:00.000-08:002011-02-24T11:12:32.911-08:00Loving Others, Even Without Liking ThemI have just started participating in a class on some of CS Lewis' non-fiction books. It consists of reading the books (obviously), listening to lectures, discussing and asking questions (those last two being my most favourite). Presently, we are reading Mere Christianity. There is a lot I could say on the book, but there is one particular topic that Lewis explains very nicely (in a way has helped me understand it better/changed my perspective on it) that I would like to write my thoughts on. That topic is the concept of 'loving your neighbour as yourself'.<br />
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Whenever I had wanted to better understand that verse, I just looked at it as meaning the same as 'do unto others as you would have them do unto you'. I still think that is very much what it looks like, but I believe there is something more to it. <br />
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You see, I have always had trouble grasping (and I blame this on my not thinking about it often enough, but just pushing it to the back burner of my thoughts) exactly what it even means to 'love myself'. So for me to love someone else in that way is quite impossible, because I cannot honestly say that I love myself. What I mean is that there are so very many things about myself that I very much dispise and even hate. I honestly don't even <em>like</em> me. I think that is the case though; they are just that - 'things <em>about</em> myself', but not actually myself. I can still love myself, without love what I <em>do</em> - without even liking myself.<br />
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So just as this is how I love myself, this is also how I am to love others, even when I don't even <em>like</em> others/myself, or like what they/I do.<br />
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This brings a whole new light to the concept of 'loving your enemies' which I have found to be almost impossible. But loving them as I love myself, I think, is much easier to grasp. I can love my enemies without actually like them or what they do, but loving them because God made them and because <em>He</em> loves them, and <em>He </em>has asked me to love them.<br />
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I don't think God would tell us to do something that would totally contradict his commands, principles, and values, so He wouldn't ask us to like what our enemy <em>does</em>. Most likely, there is a reason why we have an enemy, or why we don't like that enemy. If some murderer were trying to hunt me down to kill me, he is my enemy because he wants to murder me. God is very much against murder, so He wouldn't ask me to love that murder's murderous behaviour. So obviously, God is not meaning that I love what that criminal <em>does. </em>But is it still possible for me to love the criminal himself? I think so; because God does. God doesn't like what we do, but He still loves us. Of course, it is very impossible to be like God, let alone love like Him, but with His help, and because we are created in His image, I believe we can at least begin to.<br />
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There is a lot more I could say on this subject, but my library computer time is almost out.<br />
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Perhaps this is all stuff that you already knew, or haven't found particularly hard to grasp, but it is relatively new to me. Or should I say, this way of looking at it, is relatively new.Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3707769581624790841.post-91177535820320127932011-02-23T20:39:00.000-08:002011-02-23T20:39:50.291-08:00First Post!Hello, fellow computer-users!<br />
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I enjoy thinking about God, life, the Bible, music, and anything else related to those things. I am starting this blog in the hopes of journaling those thoughts. I invite you to take my hand and come with me on that journey...<br />
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Let's go!Zoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07551763539296156985noreply@blogger.com1