<?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-4398930443024833532</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:54:08.695-07:00</updated><category term='exercise'/><category term='selfishness'/><category term='children'/><category term='overeating'/><category term='pride'/><category term='ministry'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Advent'/><category term='chastity'/><category term='hopes'/><category term='music'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='custody'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='houseguests'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category 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Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-4616778432178027715</id><published>2009-07-20T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:59:48.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Came to My Door Today</title><content type='html'>Jesus came to my door today&lt;br /&gt;Hot and sweaty, he'd walked a long way.&lt;br /&gt;He asked for some water and I asked him in.&lt;br /&gt;This is how my story begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he had no place to stay&lt;br /&gt;Though he'd asked at some places along the way&lt;br /&gt;He didn't earn enough to foot the bill each day,&lt;br /&gt;Much less have the money for the rent to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me, though he was fit and able,&lt;br /&gt;He'd worked really hard but had no food for his table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was on his way to work and couldn't stay&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't let him leave with no food for the way.&lt;br /&gt;So I made arrangements, and we shared a meal,&lt;br /&gt;I found transportation to seal the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was gracious and polite,&lt;br /&gt;kind, sincere and relieved&lt;br /&gt;He said,  "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;and shook my hand as he started to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked just like a friend, just an ordinary guy.&lt;br /&gt;Hard on his luck though you could tell he tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart had been heavy and burdened with care,&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as he left I knew Jesus had been here.&lt;br /&gt;Now I was at peace, my fears set at bay,&lt;br /&gt;Because Jesus came to my door today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-4616778432178027715?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4616778432178027715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=4616778432178027715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/4616778432178027715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/4616778432178027715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2009/07/jesus-came-to-my-door-today.html' title='Jesus Came to My Door Today'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-1596237326962631062</id><published>2009-07-17T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T07:13:30.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cactus flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Cactus Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The story goes:  My mother has created a visual representation of our family tree on a 10 foot piece of canvas.  It is definitely an heirloom and a true legacy.  Each family member has been designated a quilt pattern.  My sister is sugar loaf because of her love of cooking.  My dad is T-square because of his drafiting abilities.  My mother is Crazy Ann because her name is Ann.  My brother is Job's Trouble because well.... you get the picture.   For me, she chose Cactus Flower! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now my absolute first impression when she told me was one of hurt.  It sounded so lonely and I didn't feel it really described me at all.  I have always thought of myself as a happy person, who loves everyone and all of God's creation.  I approach life with joy and wonder and just sheer determination.  I love life!!!  But a Cactus Flower????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When I expressed my surprise at her choice, her words to me were the most loving and affirming I could have ever wished for.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"A cactus blooms in the most adverse of circumstances.  Life has been hard for you but you have still managed to blossom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wow!  Such love and a real true understanding of who I really am.  And so, I am so blessed that I am a cactus flower.  So much so that I composed a song.   Here are the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cactus Flower blooms in the desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Never a word says she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cactus Flower blooms in the desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tell me where do you get your energy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;From the Father of Lights beaming down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And the mighty stream that runs underground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rooted and grounded in His Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She grows slowly, being fed from His hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then out of the solitary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Her fruit can be seen by every man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We are like the cactus flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Growing in a solitary place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We are like the cactus flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Glory that is seen upon our face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Is from the Father of Lights beaming down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And the mighty stream that runs underground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cactus flowers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We bloom in the desert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For all the world to see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have a blessed day and remember to bloom where you are planted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-1596237326962631062?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/1596237326962631062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=1596237326962631062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/1596237326962631062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/1596237326962631062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2009/07/cactus-flower.html' title='Cactus Flower'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-1740859912208352462</id><published>2009-07-16T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:13:03.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a while since I came here.  I think it is important for me to begin visiting here more often.  There is so much going on in my life and my spirit.  I need to document and solidify my musings, so that I can make good decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thoughts this morning were triggered by the occurences of last night/early morning.  Hubby and I have started reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simplicity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by John Michael Talbot with Dan O'Neill.  The first chapter is on Humility and what that means in the body of Christ AND how it is walked out in our lives.  The questions at the end of the chapter are thought provoking and challenge one to change their M. O.   I thought I had it figured out what 'non-humble' task the Lord had called me to work on for the next two weeks.  Boy was I wrong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the scriptures discussed in the book is of course from St. Paul's writings admonishing us to not think more highly of ourselves than we ought and to esteem others over ourselves, recognizing that each person is created in the image and likeness of God.  Therefore as we relate to each other in this world we are to honor the Lord and His likeness in other people.  Basically this is the theme of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ragamuffin Gospel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting how prideful I am.  I thought I do that!  No problem....hmmmmm.  But what is my reaction to things that annoy or irritate me???  Do I let those things slide off my back or do I take them to heart and begin to make a talley count, keeping a record of wrongs??? Wrongs to whom???  Who am I to be "wronged?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... and so the Lord allowed a situation to occur in my life to show me just how prideful and loftily I rank myself.  Instead of being gracious and making the best of the situation, I began to ruminate over the circumstances and taking in the bitterness that was beginning to churn in my heart.  O wretched sinner that I am.  I, of course, have had a morning of meditating on this and now realize that confession is necessary.  Acknowledging my sin and my utter weakness when it comes to pride.  May the Merciful God forgive me and lead me to life everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dove-tailing to this revelation is part of the sermon from this morning's mass by Father Mitch Pacwa.  The very last little bit of his homily was on the "yoke" of Jesus.  Jesus was a carpenter by trade and yokes were not "one size fits all" but tailor made to the team of oxen.  Jesus says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Come to me all you who labor and are overburdened, and I will give you rest.  &lt;strong&gt;Shoulder my yoke&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;learn from me&lt;/em&gt; for I am gentle and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;humble in heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and you will find rest for your souls.  Yes, my yoke is easy and my burden is light."&lt;/span&gt;   Matt. 11:28-30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yoke He has constructed is tailor made to HIM!!!!  He is the lead ox.  Yet He humbled HIMSELF and became a man, and so He also tailor makes the yoke we must use as well to fit US!!!  So that when He and I pull together, He being the Lead, carries the weight of the yoke.  The key is for me to not fight against the yoke, but HUMBLE MYSELF and put on HIS yoke.  Only in this way, will I be satified and make spiritual progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, these musings today give me some food for thought and meditation.  Lord Help me to remember that you are part of everyone I meet and I should esteem them better than myself because YOU ARE GREATER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-1740859912208352462?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/1740859912208352462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=1740859912208352462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/1740859912208352462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/1740859912208352462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2009/07/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-4477830567087605536</id><published>2009-05-11T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:17:08.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shalom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SgiHXdwP3wI/AAAAAAAAADo/lclHtEId72w/s1600-h/Yeshualovesme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334662595814088450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SgiHXdwP3wI/AAAAAAAAADo/lclHtEId72w/s320/Yeshualovesme.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I am not feeling well. I have not been really feeling well all month. The only thing I can think about this is that God is calling for me to BE STILL as usual. I have moments when I try to 'figure it all out.' That is when I start wandering further and further from the Lord. When I relax and lean into HIM...something wonderful happens. Peace. I don't feel like I have to carry the weight of my life on my own shoulders. Question is: "Why do I keep trying to do it all myself? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only, I could just learn to lean into the Lord EVERY day. I would be a much happier human being. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Lord, for letting me lean into you. You shelter me in the shadow of your wings and I am at peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shalom...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-4477830567087605536?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4477830567087605536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=4477830567087605536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/4477830567087605536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/4477830567087605536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2009/05/shalom.html' title='Shalom'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SgiHXdwP3wI/AAAAAAAAADo/lclHtEId72w/s72-c/Yeshualovesme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-2275123418489746506</id><published>2009-05-08T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:35:56.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SgSzh3T83WI/AAAAAAAAADg/3jkAJYjqHCA/s1600-h/b638c6108f9dd05c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333585253078195554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SgSzh3T83WI/AAAAAAAAADg/3jkAJYjqHCA/s320/b638c6108f9dd05c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so glad God is not a man. Though He became a man, Yahshua, He is NOT subject to this flesh anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so tossed and turned by every wind that comes along. I thought I was more stable than this. I guess I was fooling myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I make a decision and then, one word of rebuff, or discouragement and I am off course or stalled. Why is that? What is it that keeps me from maintaining my momentum?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get started and my confidence is high, and I start to share where I am headed and at some points I am met with encouragement and "atta boys." At the very next wave..."wham!" I am hit with a breaker of negativity that knocks the wind out of my sails! I have to change tack until I find the Wind again and in the meantime I am scrambling to keep my balance and not capsize!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh! Ruach haKodesh, Holy Spirit...Breath of God...breathe into my sail and keep me on course, else my little skiff capsize or run aground with hopelessness and despair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-2275123418489746506?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/2275123418489746506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=2275123418489746506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/2275123418489746506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/2275123418489746506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-glad-god-is-not-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SgSzh3T83WI/AAAAAAAAADg/3jkAJYjqHCA/s72-c/b638c6108f9dd05c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-3804274457075670738</id><published>2009-05-05T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:18:26.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When all else fails...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SgAERRpMzVI/AAAAAAAAACo/p1u32bvwTYw/s1600-h/JL4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332266653647162706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SgAERRpMzVI/AAAAAAAAACo/p1u32bvwTYw/s320/JL4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i have learned a valuable lesson today from the Lord. He is the ONE who can make things happen or not. He is the ONE who can do it all. i have no strength in myself. The only recourse i have is to look to HIM and TRUST that He has it all under control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i have been up since 1:30 this morning, yet hinei lo yanum ve lo ishan, shomer Yisrael...He that keepeth Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i have been trying to make decisions based on logic. Not smart when His ways are Higher than mine. ... i, i, i,....yes, I used a lower case i on purpose. For that is what it is... a lower case to His, I AM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And so when all else fails, i will look to the hills from whence cometh my help! i will look to the great YaHuWeH...I AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-3804274457075670738?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/3804274457075670738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=3804274457075670738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/3804274457075670738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/3804274457075670738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-all-else-fails.html' title='When all else fails...'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SgAERRpMzVI/AAAAAAAAACo/p1u32bvwTYw/s72-c/JL4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-7835252330281452600</id><published>2009-03-31T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:08:04.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SdLMXxpaSQI/AAAAAAAAACg/y_b2aL040aw/s1600-h/Teenagers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daddy turns 80 in just a few days from now. Oh how I love my daddy! Yes, I am 54 years old and I still call him daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, he is the greatest daddy in the world. He loves me. He hasn't always said the words, but I have known for all my life that he loves me. He loves all of his children. I know it. How? He worries, gets angry, cries for them, and silently wishes they would call or come by...or just send and email or card. Yep...that's my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a smart man and can he write or what? He has recently started writing his memoirs. I love it when he sends me a copy of them. I have learned more about my daddy in the last few years than I have known my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, wonder of wonders, he was a kid! Yeah! Can you believe it? A real kid with adventures and stories....my, my! I never thought of my daddy as a kid. Oh, I knew he was one once but I have only ever known him as my daddy. Strong, quiet, firm, gentle... He still is, but now I understand him just a little better. And I appreciate him a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he is going to be 80 years old soon. I hope there are 80 more to come. I really like having him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-7835252330281452600?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/7835252330281452600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=7835252330281452600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/7835252330281452600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/7835252330281452600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-am.html' title='Daddy....'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-4159978808526611989</id><published>2008-11-21T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:29:18.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Praise HIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SSa3mGRD_GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bh0WSEM-dOw/s1600-h/leaves.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271102279028833378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 43px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SSa3mGRD_GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bh0WSEM-dOw/s200/leaves.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love God. I really can say that and mean it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It never ceases to amaze me the things He does 'behind my back' that make my life go more smoothly. The thing that bothers me though is how upset I get when things don't go my way! How in the world could I think that I know better than God? Trouble is, I know I am not alone in this bizarre thinking. I realize that most of the world thinks the same way I do. Adam and Eve did. So why should I think I am any different than them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the human malady I believe. Original sin? I think it is at least part of it. Arrogance, pride, hurt feelings, wounded souls, all come from this selfish way of thinking. I realize now, that this is why Yeshua came...to free me from my-self!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit I don't do a very good job yeilding to the Holy Spirit most of the time. I spend just a cursory amount of my day talking to God...I mean REALLY talking to God. Oh yes, I pray and have my standard devotions but REALLY taking the time to sit and LISTEN to God? Not much...unless things are NOT going my way. Then God gets an earful. I know that is why God gives us free will...that way we will run to HIM when things are NOT 'right' in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm, I love God! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-4159978808526611989?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4159978808526611989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=4159978808526611989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/4159978808526611989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/4159978808526611989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-will-praise-him.html' title='I Will Praise HIM'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SSa3mGRD_GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bh0WSEM-dOw/s72-c/leaves.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-7581406224270673041</id><published>2008-11-17T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:07:09.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raphael&apos;s Way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>Dear Sweet Jordan~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SSF-ohy1-KI/AAAAAAAAABs/-vX-NKuSxeU/s1600-h/gift+of+children.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269632273731680418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SSF-ohy1-KI/AAAAAAAAABs/-vX-NKuSxeU/s200/gift+of+children.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;November 17, 2008. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Sweet Jordan, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thirty years ago today, I ended your life. It grieves my heart still to know that I did that. You are so precious to me now. I can say I wish all I want but nothing will bring you back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today the weather is very cold, 34 degrees. That day, it was not as cold as I remember. I don't think I wore a coat and I seem to recall the sun was shining so everything was warm. Except, of course, the rooms in the Family Planning Clinic. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the waiting room, I was sitting next to a young woman a little older than me. She was visibly pregnant and I wondered why she was there. She told me she was a teacher and one of her students had kicked her in the stomach. She was beginning to miscarry and so she had come to finish the job. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mother, your grandmother, was there with me and she was not comfortable and a little fidgety. I was in a kind of stupor or fog. Not really comprehending what I was about to do. I truly did not understand the horror of what was about to happen to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so sorry. I know you hurt and I allowed the doctor to cause you such pain. I know you have forgiven me. It is just hard to think about. But today is my day to relive your pain and to give you honor in the sacrifice you made for me. Thank you so much. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not mad at your daddy anymore. I am not sure I ever was, even though he never believed you existed. He had so much pain inside of him, he really didn't know which end was up. When I told him about you, Jordan, I could hear the sorrow in his voice as he said he was sorry. I know you forgive him, I do too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You would really like your new daddy. He is kind and strong and is taking good care of me. You would like him and he would love you so much. Someday you will be with him in heaven. He is a wonderful man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, in church we sang How Great Thou Art. That song was taught to me by your great-grandmother when I was six or seven. Everytime we sing it, I feel your great-grandmother's arms. I just know you are with her. I really think your great aunt Luella is with you too. She came to grandma in a dream and told her she had a baby. Grandma told me the story and she said she thought it was you that Aunt Luella was talking about. In my mind, my grandma and Aunt Luella are taking turns loving on you! So, yesterday, when we sang the song, I felt you there too, Jordan. I love you so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, Richard and I are going to the church to light a candle in honor of you. We are going to stay and say a rosary for you too and for all the children you know who have had their lives ended before they began. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On December 6, I will be assisting the facilitators at Raphael's Way. Jordan, please ask Jesus to send the people who are ready for His touch and reconciliation. I am dedicating this particular retreat to you. I pray I do a good job in sharing your love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jordan, I could spend time lamenting all we have lost together. But somehow it doesn't seem appropriate. I will say, I love you with all my heart and I cannot wait to hold you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please pray for me and for all the women who are considering ending their children's lives through abortion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you always,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4398930443024833532-7581406224270673041?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/7581406224270673041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=7581406224270673041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/7581406224270673041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/7581406224270673041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-sweet-jordan.html' title='Dear Sweet Jordan~~~'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SSF-ohy1-KI/AAAAAAAAABs/-vX-NKuSxeU/s72-c/gift+of+children.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-7771142146787875220</id><published>2008-11-06T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:42:26.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HolyFamily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advent'/><title type='text'>Remember Messiah is Born!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SRMBlrS26aI/AAAAAAAAABk/74p46Q6TcP8/s1600-h/holyfamornament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265554136114850210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SRMBlrS26aI/AAAAAAAAABk/74p46Q6TcP8/s200/holyfamornament.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SRL_5WNcnvI/AAAAAAAAABc/e0AolPkjJEQ/s1600-h/guardianangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought about this yesterday...there are only 49 more days till Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed Christmas last year. We had a tree, and decorated the house, and we always have an advent wreath and share the devotionals on each of the Sundays in advent. Now I never did that as a child, but it was one of the traditions of my husband's family. It has now become one of ours as a couple. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part is getting new candles to put in the wreath. I love candles and have many placed strategically in my home. I don't light them always but they bring the light of Yeshua into my home and make everything warm and cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love decorating the house too. My husband loves the blue lights and so I let him decide where to put them, inside or out. Usually they are inside in the living room and we watch TV or eat or listen to music by the snowy moonlit glow. Just thinking about it gives me a fuzzy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our focus last year was on the Holy Family and I would like to make it more so this year. I was given many Holy Family representations last year and now I have a wonderful collection started. Adding to that collection will be my goal this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad God became a Man and tabernacled among us. Thank you Yeshua! Thank you Blessed Miriam for saying "Yes" to the call of God. And Thank you, Yosef for providing for the blessed mother and child. HalleluYah! The Messiah is born!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/4398930443024833532-7771142146787875220?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/7771142146787875220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=7771142146787875220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/7771142146787875220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/7771142146787875220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/11/remember-messiah-is-born.html' title='Remember Messiah is Born!'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SRMBlrS26aI/AAAAAAAAABk/74p46Q6TcP8/s72-c/holyfamornament.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-4491191908736233251</id><published>2008-10-30T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T06:41:52.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels among us</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Psalm 103:20  Bless Yahweh, all His angels, mighty warriors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who fulfill His commands, attentive to the SOUND of His Words!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been reminded lately of the Power in the Word of God.  To be able to add my voice to the written word brings great power and peace to my heart.  And according to the above scripture it is what causes the angels of God to move to accomplish HIS will, HIS Word!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to be very faithful about praying the Word, but have slacked off and lost the fervor of heart that I used to have.  Thankfully, God has brought to me a group of women who love HIM and HIS Word.  Their love and encouragement has brought a newfound zeal for the Word.  I am so grateful that these precious women have given my soul the encouragement I needed to stand up, and stand firm in my beliefs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so I believe, they are some of the angels among us.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SQm307dkdzI/AAAAAAAAABU/mqDBvB5CJ1Q/s1600-h/guardianangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262939759501932338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SQm307dkdzI/AAAAAAAAABU/mqDBvB5CJ1Q/s200/guardianangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-4491191908736233251?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4491191908736233251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=4491191908736233251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/4491191908736233251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/4491191908736233251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/10/angels-among-us.html' title='Angels among us'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SQm307dkdzI/AAAAAAAAABU/mqDBvB5CJ1Q/s72-c/guardianangel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-625072931088323837</id><published>2008-10-29T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T05:35:31.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>Expectations Too Low</title><content type='html'>Can you risk the hope that God still has dreams for your life or that He hasn't forgotten you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told God not to make me any more promises before. I am getting older and there are so many things that I would have liked to have seen or done in my life. And I have to admit, sometimes I get angry at God and wonder why I have these hopes and dreams if He is not going to fulfill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those dreams has always been to be a mom. I love children so much and I want so much to have children of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me that opportunity many years ago, but because of life's circumstances and my own fears I aborted that blessing. It was my decision ultimately but one made out of duress. If I could take it back, knowing what I know now, I would in a heartbeat. So now my child is in my Heavenly Father's care. Jordan Keeley is her name and I love her with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried to make the dream come true by adopting 3 children, all full siblings, very close in age. After 2 years of love and care and psychiatrists, and doctors, and therapists, I was spent. I became physically and emotionally ill. And the final outcome was to reliquish them back to the custody of the state. This is another story that needs to be told soon, but suffice it to say trying to make things happen is not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one dream of mine that I feel like I cannot risk hoping for anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I was talking to the Lord about this particular dream and He told me something very precious. Every child, whose life I have touched, has been my child. I am a spiritual mother to myriads of children! What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a teacher, tutor, catechist, friend, aunt...and all those children are mine spiritually. What a joy! How much better is that than just having one or two biological children? Not that I wouldn't still love to have a biological child but ... I have more children now than I could ever physically have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So He answered that dream in a way that I wasn't expecting but that is really more fulfilling. What a GREAT Father I have! He thinks in so much broader terms than I do with my finite mind. So hope? Yes, I still hope. Think I have been forgotten or forsaken? Only when I don't see what my Abba sees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-625072931088323837?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/625072931088323837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=625072931088323837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/625072931088323837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/625072931088323837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/10/expectations-too-low.html' title='Expectations Too Low'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-526658431530558258</id><published>2008-10-22T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:43:15.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outrageous Requests</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SP8YOkmqDmI/AAAAAAAAABM/Q2cow_h7FBQ/s1600-h/Jug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259949528415080034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SP8YOkmqDmI/AAAAAAAAABM/Q2cow_h7FBQ/s200/Jug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I received a devotional that gave the following scenario:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine you have just been informed that you have inherited a multi-level mansion equipped with every conceivable treasure. You run up the curving brick sidewalk, throw open the massive oak doors, and excitedly run from room to room hardly believing the good fortune bequeathed to you! However, what you discover are not the surroundings fit for a queen that you expected, but sensible chambers, adequately furnished and sparsely decorated.&lt;br /&gt;In the foyer, a beautifully carved winding staircase, adorned with plush crimson carpet, beckons you to climb to the next level. You consider the steps, look back over your shoulder and decide, "Hey, the lower level's enough for me. Besides, I'm afraid of heights. I'll just stay down here where it's safe."&lt;br /&gt;Unbeknownst to you, the upper levels house all the treasures intended to become your inheritance, and you're standing in the servants' quarters. Upstairs awaits a golden gilded ballroom, a chandeliered dining hall, four poster beds with down filled mattresses, a safe filled with enough gold and silver to last a lifetime, and a jewelry box brimming with family heirlooms.&lt;br /&gt;All that stands between you and these treasures is the staircase. What keeps you on ground level - contentment with mediocrity, lack of knowledge, or a fear of the unknown?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the story but I don't think I fit into any of the questions as to why I would choose to stay at ground level. My first thought was contentment. But as I continued to read the other choices I didn't fit and was mildly offended by them. I guess there are people who would not go up the stairs because of fear, or simple ignorance. BUT what about simply humility and a lack of greed? What about being satisfied with the good bestowed? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I am fooling myself. I really didn't identify with a ballroom, four poster beds. The silver and gold ... that would be nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Personally, I would not like to live lavishly, but comfortably. And what's so bad about the servants quarters? After all, they are "sensible chambers, adequately furnished and sparsely decorated." Yeshua did not live outrageously but LARGE. There is a difference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that this "wanting more'' mindset is worldly. We are to accept what God has for us and expect Him to give us what we NEED. And often enough, He gives us what we want because of His great love for us. We can ask for our wants even as little children, but we can count on our needs being met according to His riches in Glory. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what would be His riches in Glory? Not gold or silver, chandeliered ballrooms, and four poster beds, but love, joy, peace, gentleness, goodness, kindness, faith, self-control, mercy, forgiveness, and eternal life! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, my outrageous requests would be:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. more real abiding peace in my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. more of Him and less of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. those comfortable, adequate servant's quarters because that is what I am. While I am on this earth, I am His servant-daughter. When I stand before Him in Glory then...I will have all the riches of heaven. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean really! If I got everything I wanted here, what would I have to look forward to in Heaven?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-526658431530558258?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/526658431530558258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=526658431530558258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/526658431530558258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/526658431530558258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/10/outrageous-requests.html' title='Outrageous Requests'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SP8YOkmqDmI/AAAAAAAAABM/Q2cow_h7FBQ/s72-c/Jug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-7282190556860828744</id><published>2008-10-20T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:01:05.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want it ALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SPxy1_Tl4sI/AAAAAAAAABE/T-5Qm5bb2KY/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259204736714138306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SPxy1_Tl4sI/AAAAAAAAABE/T-5Qm5bb2KY/s200/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I once told God, "don't make me any more promises and I will never be disappointed." I was crying about something and thought God had not heard my prayers. So I told Him I would never ask HIM for anything again and for Him to keep His promises to Himself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ha! I was so naive! The promises of God are all in His Word and He can never take them back! He promises us, abundant joy, His resurrection, we are healed by the stripes that Yeshua bore in His body. We are promised, long life, prosperous days, a solid and sure future. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are also promised persecution, trials, tribulation, weakness, suffering, pain, want, need ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So often we forget the "bad" promises. We get angry with God because things are not going 'our way.' Or we find ourselves with some sort of sickness or grief. These too are promised by God. Without them, we would not become LIKE HIM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People of the "WORD" culture, would make us believe that we can have anything we ask for. And although this is true, they neglect to remind us that the things we ask for come with a price. The greater the miracle the higher the price. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, Yeshua paid our SIN debt, but everything else comes with dying to ourselves...which for most of us is a HIGH price to pay. We must accept God's will in EVERY circumstance to win the victory He has given us in Messiah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT, oh how sweet the Victory, when we have shared in Messiah's suffering!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4398930443024833532-7282190556860828744?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/7282190556860828744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=7282190556860828744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/7282190556860828744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/7282190556860828744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-it-all.html' title='I want it ALL'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SPxy1_Tl4sI/AAAAAAAAABE/T-5Qm5bb2KY/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-810780697412325045</id><published>2008-10-17T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:44:24.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forget, do you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SPh_1WXK08I/AAAAAAAAAA8/XwUGtVKeXYM/s1600-h/helpinghandofGod.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258093119467606978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SPh_1WXK08I/AAAAAAAAAA8/XwUGtVKeXYM/s200/helpinghandofGod.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was reminded by an email devotion this morning, that the universe does NOT revolve around me. There is a whole world that goes on around me. Other people and their lives that I don't know about. And yet...I am so arrogant to think that what happens to me matters to anyone else. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a heavenly realm that is active and moving and growing that I seldom really grasp. I am so temporal, thinking of only those things that are seen and most of the time forgetting the unseen world of the Spirit. Arrogant? Yes. Thankful and in awe when I am reminded? More than I can comprehend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have an atheist friend who doesn't believe a spiritual plane exists at all. Everything is science and logic. It makes me sad. I pray that the joy of knowing God will one day be part of this person's experience. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what I am beginning to understand is that if I do not stop and take notice of the moving of the Spirit of God in and around me, my existance is no better than my friend's! Wow! That is an eyeopener! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the challenge is to ask myself throughout the day, ''Am I acknowledging God's presence or am I running on human soul power?" Just taking the time to stop and say "Thank you Lord." That is evidence of my belief in a power greater than myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sometimes forget to say 'thanks.' Do you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4398930443024833532-810780697412325045?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/810780697412325045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=810780697412325045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/810780697412325045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/810780697412325045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-forget-do-you.html' title='I forget, do you?'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SPh_1WXK08I/AAAAAAAAAA8/XwUGtVKeXYM/s72-c/helpinghandofGod.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-4574748270702863437</id><published>2008-10-14T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:50:21.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ten of my most prized possessions. hmmm....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not sure I can do this but I am going to try. I have to stipulate, these are in no particular order.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tea set given to me by my grandmother when I was 5 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Earrings and pendant given to me by my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My wedding ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Life Book given to me and made by my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My wedding video and album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now, if all those things were lost, stolen, burned, or destroyed in some way, how would that effect me in light of eternity? It wouldn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh, don't get me wrong I would be devastated and grieve immensely but I would be so grateful that my loved ones were okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There is nothing so important in this life that I would want to lose my eternal life with Yeshua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This was good for my soul. How did you fare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-4574748270702863437?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4574748270702863437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=4574748270702863437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/4574748270702863437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/4574748270702863437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/10/precious-10.html' title='Precious 10'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-7042486164425118011</id><published>2008-10-09T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:50:56.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>Time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peace and quiet. Time with God. Time to renew my soul and learn to rest on Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Deep breaths. Slowly moving thoughts weaving in and out of my mind and heart. A quiet conversation with my maker about the upcoming events of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Asking, seeking, for the important things. Trying to prioritize. Looking for serenity and wisdom for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, how I love this time alone with HIM. Sometimes I sing. Sometimes I voice my prayers. But most of the time I just sit and listen to the quiet and feel His love and comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;aaaaahhhhh&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Time a precious gift spent with the King of Kings, my Abba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-7042486164425118011?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/7042486164425118011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=7042486164425118011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/7042486164425118011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/7042486164425118011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/10/time.html' title='Time....'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-282110576500260612</id><published>2008-10-07T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:51:28.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='houseguests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>What next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SOtYoyoxBmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fQeypidAtwE/s1600-h/Blue+hills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254390848068585058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SOtYoyoxBmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fQeypidAtwE/s200/Blue+hills.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Patience is the word this morning. I believe that is what the Lord is doing with me right now. It is not easy but I am loving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Having a couple of new residents in our home has been very interesting. One is a family member and one is the friend of the family member. The family member was invited, the friend...an unexpected surprise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have to admit things were a little touch-and-go for the first few days. But now we have settled into a nice semi-routine. And since I have let go of my 'need to control everything,' the tension in the house has subsided. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have had to really seek the Lord for the patience and understanding necessary to keep myself from drowning in selfishness. My, my, I can be so selfish. I pray God continues to work on me and give me the grace to overcome my self-centered behavior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Patience. I love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-282110576500260612?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/282110576500260612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=282110576500260612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/282110576500260612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/282110576500260612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-next.html' title='What next?'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SOtYoyoxBmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fQeypidAtwE/s72-c/Blue+hills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-6084577301316816901</id><published>2008-09-19T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:46:54.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yahshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SNQmh3kr6zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2adl9lktJUc/s1600-h/leaves.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247861829088832306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SNQmh3kr6zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2adl9lktJUc/s200/leaves.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It has been a bit since I wrote...and today, this evening I feel the need to ramble a bit. So maybe this will make sense, maybe it won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Life is definitely not orchestrated by me. If so, things would go very smoothly and I would never have any worries or concerns. Everything I wanted would come to pass and no one would be mad at me or upset with each other. Life would be wonderful! AND boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I guess what I am learning most, is the lack of control that I really have and honestly...it is humbling. I am self-centered enough to think that my opinion matters and that people should act on my advice because... of course, I am right! Right? NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I am also, becoming keenly aware that others are having as bad a time, if not worse than me. I have so many things to be thankful for, and I am. I am so grateful for the awesome husband God has chosen for me. What a blessing! The friends...true friends that I have are an amazing boost to my heart and mind. What would I do without you. And my family. Oh how I love them, dysfunctional though they are. If only they knew how much I ache for them. But that is another blog posting all its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So yes, I am thankful and grateful for the blessings of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My musing this evening is: How does God see me? Oh, I know the standard answer "God Loves You" and that is true, but really...How does God see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A lot of references in my life lately have been about the church Laodicea in Revelation three. It is the last of the 7 churches...and I know that is significant but that too, is for another blog post. The comments by the Master Yahshua to the other churches are prefaced with encouragement. The church of Laodicea begins and ends with a rebuke. He is NOT happy with the church. Too materialistic for your own good and LUKEWARM towards the Savior. Neither Hot nor Cold. His admonishment is to return to HIM...look for HIM...invite HIM in...Otherwise He will spit you out of His mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Wow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I am beginning to sense a real move in my life and in the life of the body of Messiah. He, the Master Yahshua, is calling me to a greater intimacy with HIM. Not to put it off or I will be caught unaware when He returns for the Bride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have to agree with HIM concerning my spiritual state...(first off He is God!) and I know, and have known for a long time that my heart and mind crave HIM but the things, cares, and worries of this world are distracting me from running after the shepherd of my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I will end with the words to a song that I wrote many years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The bridegroom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oh, my dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;that art in the cleft of the rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;in the secret places of the stair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Let me see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;thy countenance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;let me hear thy voice for sweet is thy voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The bride:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I hear your voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;at the window of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;saying "Come away with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Make a brand new start"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I hear your voice at the window my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;saying "Come away with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Make a brand new start."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-6084577301316816901?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/6084577301316816901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=6084577301316816901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/6084577301316816901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/6084577301316816901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SNQmh3kr6zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2adl9lktJUc/s72-c/leaves.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-4082043567385008489</id><published>2008-09-11T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:47:39.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overeating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><title type='text'>Purity of Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;'Guard your eyes that they may not look upon anything contrary to purity; your ears, that they may not listen to evil conversation; your mind, by banishing from it all suggestive thoughts; your heart, by stifling impure desires at their very birth.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;St. John Baptist &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Salle&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I don't know about you, but in this day and age of technology, this is an almost impossible task. I guess you would have to be a hermit or in a cloistered situation. Most people have TV of some sort whether local, cable, or satellite. And, of course, where would we be without the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; superhighway!? MP3 players, cell phones...the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Noise, noise, noise everywhere. It is almost inescapable. Maybe that is why the Lord tells us to go into our 'closet' and pray! Even then our minds are racing with all the things we have to do, the appointments we must keep, the concerns we have for our loved ones. It is never-ending!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;In Psalm 46:10 the Lord bids us; BE STILL and know that I am God. Achieving 'stillness' in our heart and mind takes work. We have to PLAN it into our day. The assaults on our senses have to be silenced and that takes effort on our part. But it is definitely worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;On my 'vision board' I have posted FIT CHOICES. This is a list of goals that I try to achieve daily. Now mind you I am not always successful but here is the list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;BE STILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Move on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; -- meaning, don't just sit around on your duff. Get some exercise of some sort. Most days I fall woefully short on this one. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; perhaps this would be the day to make this a focus item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Eat 'consciously'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; - I know that sounds weird, but here's the thing. Most of us are gluttons and we are not aware of it. By glutton I mean, simply &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;overeaters&lt;/span&gt;. We don't really pay attention to the food we put in our mouths at all opportunities and occasions. The family dinner table is almost obsolete as we opt for sitting in front of the TV or the computer. That leads to not being aware of what and how much we eat. And so we overeat. So, I have put that on my list of daily goals to remind myself: turn off the computer (we don't have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;), and sit at the table to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;HAVE FUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Do something you enjoy doing every day. Laugh. Tickle someone. Read a book. Just do something that makes life enjoyable and not so serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And so I know you are wondering...where is she going with this? And what does any of this have to do with purity of heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;My first goal for each day is to BE STILL. Spend some time with Jesus. My favorite part of the day and the part of the day that ALWAYS gets done. It is the one spiritual goal I have on a daily basis. The rest are temporal and affect the quality of my physical life, but spending time with Jesus is the most important part of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I step all over people's toes, and wound their tender sensibilities most of the time. I don't mean to. It is definitely not intentional. I do this because of the NOISE of the world and it's temptations. I am human and I fall prey to "disordered bodily desires, disordered desires of the eyes, pride in possession"** just like everyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And so, in the quiet space of my life when I am alone with Jesus, I find strength to be a little more aware of the world and its pleasures. He gives me strength to overcome these earthly sins so that my heart is made more and more pure in HIS eyes. And after all He is who I am living for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;**I John 2:16 New Jerusalem Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-4082043567385008489?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/4082043567385008489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=4082043567385008489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/4082043567385008489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/4082043567385008489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/09/purity-of-heart.html' title='Purity of Heart'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-3233610678102710658</id><published>2008-09-10T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:48:19.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='custody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chastity'/><title type='text'>Chastity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SMfcLh1-c-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ngnjjpYiXYk/s1600-h/Angeldance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244402381717664738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SMfcLh1-c-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ngnjjpYiXYk/s200/Angeldance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Septmeber 10, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Chastity"If you wish to prevent evil thoughts, let your eyes be modestly reserved, and make a league with them never to look upon anything which is not permitted you to desire."St. Gregory of Nyssa&lt;br /&gt;For Reflection: St. Gregory of Nyssa recommends taking "custody of the eyes." What does this mean? To what extent do I take in through the senses that which is morally illicit - especially regarding chastity? How can I best follow St. Gregory's advice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Custody of the eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I was once given custody of a 14 year old girl. I was her legal guardian for a period of 3-5 months while her mother found suitable living arrangements. I had known her since she was a twinkle in her father's eye. Her mother and I were best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It was my job to make sure she was sheltered, clothed, and fed. I was to protect and care for her just as her mother would have done. I was to make decisions and guide her with the love of her mother. And so I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Was it easy? No way! Did we have our times of unrest and disagreements...you betcha! Was she rebellious and stubborn at times! Of course, what teenager isn't? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And so it is with my "eyes" -- my natural inclinations. I have a choice. I can let my "eyes" wander where they will or I can take charge of them and shelter, feed, clothe, guard, and guide them to the ways of the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It is my choice...Or is it? When I gave my heart and life to Jesus, I became HIS! My life is not my own I belong to HIM. So the choice is not really mine except to turn to the Holy Spirit when I am tempted to stray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Chastity is a word that we usually use to describe the life of a virgin. But with the Lord we are all virgins and our lives are to be chaste, modest, and totally absorbed in HIM, by our choice. Are we rebellious and stubborn...most of the time for me! But when I do rely on HIM and turn to HIM when I am tempted, HE is always there to take CUSTODY of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Praise be to HIS glorious Name! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-3233610678102710658?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/3233610678102710658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=3233610678102710658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/3233610678102710658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/3233610678102710658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/09/chastity.html' title='Chastity'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dovz2Nn4d-c/SMfcLh1-c-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ngnjjpYiXYk/s72-c/Angeldance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-522956368164510967</id><published>2008-09-08T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:48:58.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Spirit Hover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we were, indeed, confused, empty, in darkness, and buried in sin. But the Holy Spirit was "hovering" over us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How lovely a thought is that? Before we acknowledge Yeshua and begin to try to walk in the ways of God, the Holy Spirit; the Ruach Ha Kodesh...the Holy Breath of God HOVERS over us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just love that word HOVER. It brings to mind the way a mother watches her newborn sleep in the crib. Just watching with love so overwhelming that she cannot take her eyes away from the miracle at rest. Lovingly, making plans for the child's life. Imagining what they will grow to be and seeing a wonderful, bright future for this tiny bundle of helplessness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in a moment, the mother vows, to battle to the death, anyone or anything that would try to harm this precious little life! A fierce love that can turn on a dime from sweetness and life to turbulent fury. Woe to the culprit who comes against this child!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then, at the slightest sigh from the infant, her reverie is broken and her focus returns to the caring, compassionate gaze that held her there in the first place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And such is our GOD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sees us in our helplessness and need and sends the comforter to console us and let us know...He Hovers Over Us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed Be He!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-522956368164510967?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/522956368164510967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=522956368164510967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/522956368164510967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/522956368164510967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2008/09/holy-spirit-hover.html' title='Holy Spirit Hover'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398930443024833532.post-287339680023904789</id><published>2007-05-12T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:45:53.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisses from Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I was watching American Idol Rewind, the 2002 Finale show. Kelly Clarkson won and sang the following lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A moment like this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some people wait a lifetime &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a moment like this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some people search forever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for that one special kiss &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I can't believe it's happening to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could this be the reign of love above &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna know that you will catch me when I fall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so let me tell you this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was singing the Lord whispered…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;”Each time I answer a deep desire of your heart…that is My Kiss to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was deeply moved. Lately, He has answered so many prayers for me. The most awesome is the gift of the Nutrisystem program. It is the program that is working for me and I am so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I step on the scale and see the lower numbers…another Kiss! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each time someone notices the physical change in me…one more Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been prayed for and over by other people and they are never very specific. Their prayers are generally, “Lord, give her the desire of her heart.” That used to bother me, because I didn’t really know what the desire of my heart was. So, for what, were they praying? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now I know. I want to love HIM and feel His Kisses every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray He give you the desires of your heart. I pray you experience His Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398930443024833532-287339680023904789?l=desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/feeds/287339680023904789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398930443024833532&amp;postID=287339680023904789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/287339680023904789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398930443024833532/posts/default/287339680023904789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desertflowerblooms.blogspot.com/2007/05/kisses-from-heaven.html' title='Kisses from Heaven'/><author><name>Desert Flower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06566736186494947347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4P7frhKGAk/TWJopNUTApI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mlpFBPsJXig/s220/10.05me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
