tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72274637560659504442024-03-05T17:48:14.687-05:00created to create...created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-65398524231309344162010-10-29T18:40:00.007-04:002010-10-29T18:55:36.434-04:00I NEED YOU MOREso I'm listening to the song "i need you more" song by Kim Walker of jesus culture. sitting at Starbucks listening to this song, and I got an image of someone soaking wet from the presence of God. someone that is dripping with the tangible liquid love of our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">MAKER</span>. can you imagine carrying that with you everyday, every minute, every second...the liquid love of our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">CREATOR</span>. what an awesome gift He has given us, His very presence. The fact that people whether they are a believer or not can recognize the carriers of our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">SAVIORS</span> liquid love. <div><br /></div><div>I pray that in my own life I can be a carrier of His liquid love, not the temporary I'm only gonna do it cause it benefits me. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">BUT</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span>the real, authentic, pure, no-strings attached<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">LOVE</span></span> that God has called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ALL</span> of us to extend to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">EVERYONE</span>. God I thank you that there is no limit to your love, that there is freedom, grace, acceptance, guidance, truth and wholeness in your <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">LOVE</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>so with that being said</div><div><br /></div><div>more than the air i breathe, more than the song i sing, more than anything...</div><div><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote>I NEED YOU MORE</blockquote></div>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-13215178348504026892010-08-07T22:33:00.009-04:002010-08-07T23:14:13.350-04:00PROMOTING because thats what has to done...<span style="font-size:180%;">S</span>o like Ive said in my past post, Ive been <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" >creating</span>. Being more intentional about making and promoting and letting the world know.<br /><br />Anyhoo, here is an update to what has been recently listed. I've added some photos below, but I would love for you all to stop by the shop, and share with your friends and all you know.<br /><br />THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fromyou2me.etsy.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_aoB93rrT7DAZXcacDMqhQEtv4kreOZOrRxo1VuWe-41-v_S0LHHkglqp8ebrUB9bOtjUS_f46mLIsgjyl2AUhMoS4mvlnYIUL_EQhmE1xmiwPrQBSC3QasmHSLx5zY8C-OXSTKbYh4/s320/welcom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502867503526444530" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >welcome plaque</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fromme2you.etsy.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASz8uUChfbEvdHEdhMi93svV_Zbox1EXrVETEp8XCLCePsnxPxGSsOPzFUCLtU-Mn5mWJQP1lTleH0n8o8_pI4yloxsWLR0lZCrSjSs6ZTcJ6BZv0cLfs1EDIhRVBoSXaHIxAIbIlNjw/s320/clutch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502867494525743442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >black and cream clutch</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fromyou2me.etsy.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0d0irv3IFW5w4YE5s4vz5hT6v41lNt7jrd9OjW9P0TjACpsKSqEBn11Tx4zf-wS_vXYjqWvanSRqZvneA9JIbNC_2L4Xfs88q0UBEiug423H6Z1BQQEzWqopC4j_sDy4-oA9r5Bqykuc/s320/april+showers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502867490987576850" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >april showers watercolor print</span></span></span>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-43564070844666614682010-05-19T14:00:00.004-04:002010-05-19T14:08:44.460-04:00im being featured<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXzKIV2IyCigKfBHGky2ire9a-nLFlOnftO3IbhkxRnbMQyk8b1F4lgtOGP7B4XM0CVUY64yi2E3kNGjMYlvSJmjUR1EYajPDxLYlruAgiuMp4BeUoyMxgO9yhPXSteNhCgrePqdR2J4g/s1600/FULL+BLOOM+V02.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXzKIV2IyCigKfBHGky2ire9a-nLFlOnftO3IbhkxRnbMQyk8b1F4lgtOGP7B4XM0CVUY64yi2E3kNGjMYlvSJmjUR1EYajPDxLYlruAgiuMp4BeUoyMxgO9yhPXSteNhCgrePqdR2J4g/s320/FULL+BLOOM+V02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473044252240618930" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I've been working on trying to promote my etsy site, and website and i think its working :) <div>Today I'm being featured on Coconut Palm Design, so hopefully it creates more exposure to my artwork. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">So excited!!!!</span></b></div><div><b></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span><div><br /></div><div>here's a link</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><a href="http://coconutpalmdesigns.blogspot.com/2010/05/simply-beautiful.html">COCONUT PALM DESIGNS</a></span></span></div><div><br /></div></div>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-13616532357646417622010-05-17T11:18:00.008-04:002010-05-17T12:08:33.771-04:00grow-upSo its been a while, and when I say a while I mean 9 months since I've posted something.<br /><br />and now let me unload, upload, download...share whats been going on<br /><br />I've been busy...getting organized, figuring out what I want for my life, hanging out, loving people, being myself.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >BUSY...</span><br /><br />I have always had a passion for art, and creating but I never really had the confidence to share what I did or even think that I could make a living out of it. But like I said before I've been busy getting organized and figuring out what I want for my life, and what I want is to be an artist, and make my living with it. So I have been painting and exploring and seeing where it takes me and allowing God to give me more vision for this passion that I have inside of me. Its been fun and scary all at the same time, sharing my art is like a exposing a part of myself that I keep hidden. 9 months of formulating something amazing, 9 months of allowing my insecurities to be dealt with, 9 months of exploring, and 9 months of saying yes to my passion.<br /><br />Now on this side of the 9 months I have established my very on website <a href="http://www.monellisa.com"><span style="font-size:130%;">MONELLISA</span></a> and I opened up an <span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/fromyou2me">etsy shop</a></span> selling my prints and other artwork. and I'm <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">EXCITED</span><br /><br />I'm looking forward to more creativity, exploring, more yielding to God to allow me to go deeper with this passion...MOREcreated to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-19440897668741218482009-08-25T22:13:00.003-04:002009-08-25T22:25:23.444-04:00you've captured my heart...<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">i got this from an email my mom sent me, and it made me think...God I want you to see me like that...as your bride, as lovely, as precious, as worth it...</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:24px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Y</span></span></b></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">OU </span></span></b></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">H</span></span></b></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">AVE </span></span></b></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">C</span></span></b></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">APTURED </span></span></b></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">G</span></span></b></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">OD'S </span></span></b></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">H</span></span></b></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">EART</span></span></b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">a man rejoices</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">over his new wife, so </span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">God will rejoice</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">over you.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">SAIAH</span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> 62:5</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Have</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">you ever noticed</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the way a groom looks at his bride</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">during the wedding? I have. Perhaps it's my</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">vantage point. As the minister of the wedding, I'm posi-</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">tioned next to the groom. . . .</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If the light is just so and the angle just right, I can see a tiny re-</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">flection in his eyes. Her reflection. And the sight of her reminds him</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">why he is here. His jaw relaxes and his forced smile softens. He forgets</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">he's wearing a tux. He forgets his sweat-soaked shirt.. . . . When he sees</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">her, any thoughts of escape becomes a joke again. For it's written all over</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">his face, "Who could bear to live without this bride?"</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And such are precisely the feelings of Jesus. Look long enough into</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the eyes of our Savior and, there, too, you will see a bride. Dre-</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ssed in fine linen. Clothed in pure grace. . . . She is the</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">bride . . . walking toward him. . . .</span></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And who is this bride for whom Jesus </span></span></span></div></span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">longs? . . . You are. </span></span></span></div></span></span>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-56846840993037278172009-07-15T17:21:00.008-04:002009-07-15T18:17:17.995-04:00trusting in him...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4TwowdfR6GeGTHUQGqZBL1AIsiKbKbe57PWjVuCFSroLlj4xZPvg-u1uLPMcb8_vtwz2PLtAjxJrQ9qVXgL63Rdi0Aw7_lLNtP4IKuYiuF2j9p-6LFADOwGW5yr39UoShXr47Kz45_M/s1600-h/DSC05380.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4TwowdfR6GeGTHUQGqZBL1AIsiKbKbe57PWjVuCFSroLlj4xZPvg-u1uLPMcb8_vtwz2PLtAjxJrQ9qVXgL63Rdi0Aw7_lLNtP4IKuYiuF2j9p-6LFADOwGW5yr39UoShXr47Kz45_M/s320/DSC05380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358807572549199042" /></a><div>i've been chewing on a particular verse, and its been amazingly-great! jesus!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">...so here it is...</span></div><div><br /></div><div>trust in the Lord with <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ALL</span></span></b> your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ALL</span></span></b> your ways acknowledge him and he will make your paths straight.</div><blockquote><div style="text-align: right;">proverbs 3:5-6</div><div></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div>so God has completely wrecked my understanding of<b> </b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ALL</span></span></b>...you see this small word holds such measure, such weight, such responsiblity...and im just gonna say it my <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">ALL</span></span></b> is hard...I have so many questions, so many thoughts, so many insecurities, so many doubts, so many things keeping me from really, fully, wholehearterly surrendering the <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ALL</span></span></b> and saying God i trust that you are going to make my path straight. God i trust that you know what is best, and i don't have to fully understand that to move, to wait, to trust, to be who you have called me to be.</div><div><br /></div><div>so yea, God i thank you for that revelation; that i can breathe with a freedom in knowing as im leaning on you; you are allowing my path to align to what you call straight.</div>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-56524369550366134742009-07-10T12:14:00.018-04:002009-07-16T10:15:20.812-04:00ive been commissioned to paint...<div style="text-align: left;">so painting is one of the things i love to do. but when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">im</span> asked to paint something, i tend to be dramatic about it and wait, and wait, and wait till the very last minute. case and point: my boss asked me to paint a set of 4 canvases for her daughter's room, this was in may...its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">july</span> and i have finished one of the 4 (but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">im</span> still waiting for my boss to give me the other canvases) so here is the first of 4 and i hope to be finished with them all by the end of the month.</div><div><br /></div><div>with all that being said <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">im</span> just reminded of the parable of the talents:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Courier New';font-size:10px;"><blockquote><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Again, it will be like a man going on a journey, who called his servants and entrusted his property to them. To one he gave five talents of money, to another two talents, and to another one talent, each according to his ability. Then he went on his journey. The man who had received the five talents went at once and put his money to work and gained five more. So also, the one with the two talents gained two more. But the man who had received the one talent went off, dug a hole in the ground and hid his master’s money.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After a long time, the master of those servants returned and settled accounts with them. The man who had received the five talents brought the other five. “Master,” he said, “you entrusted me with five talents. See, I have gained five more.”</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">His master replied, “Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!”</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The man with the two talents also came. “Master,” he said, “you entrusted me with two talents; see, I have gained two more.”</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">His master replied, “Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!”</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Then the man who had received the one talent came. “Master,” he said, “I knew that you are a hard man, harvesting where you have not sown and gathering where you have not scattered seed. So I was afraid and went out and hid your talent in the ground. See, here is what belongs to you.”</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">His master replied, “You wicked, lazy servant! So you knew that I harvest where I have not sown and gather where I have not scattered seed? Well then, you should have put my money on deposit with the bankers, so that when I returned I would have received it back with interest.</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Take the talent from him and give it to the one who has the ten talents. For everyone who has will be given more, and he will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken from him. And throw that worthless servant outside, into the darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.”</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- Matthew 25:14-30 (</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">NIV</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">)</span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></p></blockquote></span></div><div>so God, i just pray that I would be faithful with whatever you have placed before me, that i wouldn't be selfish or fearful with my talents/gifting and that I would walk them out with confidence. and i pray that over everyone, that there would be a level of trust, a level of integrity, and a level of ownership that goes far beyond who we are and that there would be a measure of recognizing the sole purpose of why we were in trusted with these things in the first place. so yea, God do it, over and over just have your way in each of us.</div><div><br /></div><div>my painting: the first is what i had to work off of...</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_Fhqsv0O3rEeexx86ST3Z8FZKGe6S-ln2_ZoHJSvDlO5cGx-J9gWd8QRGDa9GmhLalUh4ckhRpzfdaxowtpwcpjKdCtSq2vZOQB2BcM4pjNtEXeAfUB8oY3QJik2vBwsfb9wQjLiAhE/s400/master+resize.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 102px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356917504318763362" /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-85105840317623452342009-04-13T16:00:00.005-04:002009-04-13T16:59:19.799-04:00something new...yesterday i decided to mess around on the keyboard for a little bit, and this is what came of it...ENJOY!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwcRwNjKDCOJFiuomF9BzkJCW7DxqjeIaYqmXcjOmfp5DnNwxnqERdFEmawJ65dbt-Igap1OaFMKISByZkR' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-42730251346425963642009-04-08T16:23:00.007-04:002009-04-08T18:06:43.105-04:00talent show judge<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">so im reading this book called </span><a href="http://www.zondervan.com/Cultures/en-US/Product/ProductDetail.htm?ProdID=com.zondervan.9780310271147&QueryStringSite=Zondervan"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">The Deity Formerly Known as God</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> which is basically about reestablishing our false identity of God, and bringing it to a place of truth. I have to say the author is pretty dead on about most of the issues; i just got finished a chapter entitled talent show judge. I believe this is something we are all too familiar with; the act of performing and being judged. This is something that we see in the media, with wonderful shows like american idol, dancing with the stars, and star search. all of these have one thing in common people coming to be judged by a panel of people who are supposedly qualified to make a decision about whether or not you are good enough. We've put ourselves in a position to be judged, and fall into the lie of needing to be good enough.<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Well one question, what does good enough look like, or better yet who does the best resemble?</span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">You see we've not only got sucked into the lie of wanting to be good enough, we have placed the position of talent show judge on God. With this false position, we have created a God who says "that was good, but it wasn't good enough" spiraling us into something that can ultimately hurt us...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">MORE</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">. there is more to do, more to give, more to read, more to join...MORE and that more drains us.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The author asks: </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=":"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"why do so many people lose themselves in the soul-suffocating quicksand of more? and more important, who is it that keeps asking for more?" </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">and the answer is </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">US</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">: the infamous you & me --------></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"tragically it is not God, but you and i who demand and defeat and call out for more and more. it is our own ungodly expectations that meet with our own human limitations to create the conflict we so often find ourselves in."</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">AND</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">when that happens "religion for God eclipses relationship with God until our inner lives are lost to our outer lives. a sturdy shell of godliness without its gentle growing grace...somewhere along the way we substitute activity for intimacy leaving a grand canyon sized gap between busyness and godliness, intimacy and insanity."</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"without realizing it, we have carelessly created for ourselves a God whom we can never please. it is a God who keeps us busy with endless activity and piety without purpose. a God who is never impressed."</span></span></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">If we allow the lies of MORE to eradicate our lives we miss who God really is, Him delighting in you and you and i delighting in him. He is the one cheering for us, isn't that exciting? We have a father looking down on us and encouraging us..."you can do it son, you can do it daughter..." what a reward, what a thing to rejoice for the hopeful words of our LOVING father.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">hosea 6:6 msg</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">i'm after love that lasts, not more religion. i want you to know God, not go to more prayer meetings.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">psalm 51:16-17 msg</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">going through the motions doesn't please you, a flawless performance is nothing to you. i learned God-worship when my pride was shattered. heart-shattered lives ready for love don't for a moment escape God's notice.</span></p></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"></p></div>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-9537815087857261132009-03-31T20:10:00.017-04:002009-03-31T22:32:43.878-04:00dinner with friends...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii6Nr3A-OZ25Ys5jqiVEfwtkrF6wVID8bw1oA5uH9fBW_sagx2BBU9kyTiOa0s0PXsvSioRA9sXf5qIUGOGSJDJbvbcEHfrdOmsvgvpMHyOBTvKpo4um316qsuWSq9IFPjzL3xOCoMfqg/s1600-h/DSC05740.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii6Nr3A-OZ25Ys5jqiVEfwtkrF6wVID8bw1oA5uH9fBW_sagx2BBU9kyTiOa0s0PXsvSioRA9sXf5qIUGOGSJDJbvbcEHfrdOmsvgvpMHyOBTvKpo4um316qsuWSq9IFPjzL3xOCoMfqg/s200/DSC05740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319541366499207090" /></a><div>last night had the pleasure of having dinner with some amazing women. we came together and created a delicious meal <a href="http://www.cooks.com/rec/doc/0,1939,152190-234200,00.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></a></div><div><a href="http://www.cooks.com/rec/doc/0,1939,152190-234200,00.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">CHICKEN CORDON BLEU</span></span></a>. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHCKLYHHlGDDjA911Yk9doaEGgXSaQql2Q1FJHo7L2UK2afIBH085ZbyrP3Gk9bx9YJnduB3JYLkc14cmi3OYO1WQWlta9KpVk1wD7qHuJVpeGcCxQpASzL_JcjDt17xFXpdsrVFOzl8/s1600-h/DSC05730.JPG"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVk4L-sax49pJuGvjYOwGODzVgexLnL78Y27SkwJRnNcSMftpC0aZDKM-RBaCHlu5DnpUxFh7f63i8wFG_Sz0LQp9HPxIw-_bIRZT22jWMihErvMtArrmzxGWcWrPUczCWdAXymtggSu4/s200/DSC05712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319541342799645170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjfqn8WYf9cZ5DQ75ETElcHsVTLGbD0ITUu9T1dzN0_kSaqgKHsU_kWdT0a7d-TWzoew2cpCKxk8YZZMcpQV1KVmMP8nwHVCg-kUEiuByif2WkxNTxo_xDLcqIsH4YsZCBo6MxK1LDT8/s1600-h/DSC05737.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjfqn8WYf9cZ5DQ75ETElcHsVTLGbD0ITUu9T1dzN0_kSaqgKHsU_kWdT0a7d-TWzoew2cpCKxk8YZZMcpQV1KVmMP8nwHVCg-kUEiuByif2WkxNTxo_xDLcqIsH4YsZCBo6MxK1LDT8/s320/DSC05737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319540700915895234" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH_yWV3ScyIGP2UGpVfP90MXR1sqZeVybLD9mRFKJx9GuhUxZyoPlolFbWc3zLul8rSdKCWuQeqH2OUBrn-16ivl_5dOqUj2o8YJNJ5HdzfEXmPkRe5H8v50B3tv4lDJzRRajOqIvScI4/s200/DSC05726.JPG" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>this all came together when maryruth, katie and myself were discussing how simple cooking can actually be; all you need are the basic ingredients and we discovered that last night. we took a little chicken, ham, cheese, flour, eggs, and bread crumbs and wala la cordon blu. so <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">katie</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://rachnicole.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">rachel</span></a></span></span>, <a href="http://kristinadair.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">KRISTIN</span></span></a>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><a href="http://myrrhsmusings.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">maryruth</span></a></span></span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JENNY</span></span></span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><a href="http://lorelei21.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">lorelei</span></span></span></a></span></span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://jroseart.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">jessica</span></span></a></span> and myself ate, laughed, and just had some amazing quality time, really embracing our femininity.<br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div></div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">proverbs 31</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">25</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> she is clothed with strength and dignity;<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> she can laugh at the days to come.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">26 </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">she speaks with wisdom, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> and faithful instruction is on her tongue.</span></span></div><div><br /></div></div></blockquote></div></div>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-72058073211134077642009-03-25T14:39:00.002-04:002009-03-25T14:57:40.973-04:00fun with my missionary friend...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; ">this is a video that my friend<a href="http://nicinafrica.blogspot.com/"> </a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "><a href="http://nicinafrica.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px; ">Nic Nice</span></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px; "> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; ">and I made while sitting at bean there...enjoy!</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybo5qvTY5fs&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybo5qvTY5fs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></div><div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;">quoted text from <a href="http://nicinafrica.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">NIC NICE</span></a>...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"This really is a boring video but I was having fun as Isa was showing me how she made her very nice looking, creative blog. Hope you don't waste your time on this video as it was also my first time using iMovie and I basically couldn't figure it out. So I give it an over all low score for editing, content and educational value."</span></span></span></div></blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "></span><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></blockquote></div></div>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-8159523849285961252009-03-11T00:50:00.014-04:002009-03-11T15:21:53.374-04:00we prepare the way...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmaZdjn7g0zadif7Co4ceOEAZmgqwJVFhlcfKdejL38lj0GP872SeqBAQ_w0AnirwF43uXptr_7QDjLSWhx9Df-DxRQ9QjCAjo9HbJm_c9xGo68BpMcpOdiTBV-9xpvvSuXivGfhcXmKI/s1600-h/DSC03546.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311793070740666914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmaZdjn7g0zadif7Co4ceOEAZmgqwJVFhlcfKdejL38lj0GP872SeqBAQ_w0AnirwF43uXptr_7QDjLSWhx9Df-DxRQ9QjCAjo9HbJm_c9xGo68BpMcpOdiTBV-9xpvvSuXivGfhcXmKI/s200/DSC03546.JPG" border="0" /></a>so the past couple of weeks have been pretty hectic, just adjusting to working early in the morning and trying not to stay up too late, but God has been amazing...I have been really praying about where the Lord wants me to go this summer as far as missions, and it was down to two locations. Ghana and Turkey, both very special and i know i could be used on either trip...but i didn't just want to pick one randomly. so i prayed and asked and prayed and asked. after attending the turkey interest meeting i really felt like the Lord put a song on my heart for the trip. "We prepare the way" by <a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Rick+Pino"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Rick Pino</span> </span></a>(such an amazing song). but this wasn't my deciding factor, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9vdaeeaowrb7FbF6EGfsRlCIU49eQLJYrJWhKWXnq6wJ3iatojI-2DL856WjMUG2BcBJ35vB_j2kAZeIGvCoylKSBr4hPSLkpc5kib8RL84bJFQjUU4RF8SYJw2JfILXkwQih9mOwiI/s1600-h/DSC03699.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311793074951200850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9vdaeeaowrb7FbF6EGfsRlCIU49eQLJYrJWhKWXnq6wJ3iatojI-2DL856WjMUG2BcBJ35vB_j2kAZeIGvCoylKSBr4hPSLkpc5kib8RL84bJFQjUU4RF8SYJw2JfILXkwQih9mOwiI/s200/DSC03699.JPG" border="0" /></a>the trip to Turkey is geared towards worship and intersession something that I really want to go deeper in. And the very fact of all of this was Turkey scared me the most, having to be stretched in an area that is very intimate to me. So with that I was like ok God, lets do this, lets jump, let me take that step and trust you with this. Lets Go! And there you have it, I'm going to <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">Turkey</span>, <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>June 10 - 21</strong></span>. I know that the Lord is going to do tremendous things with the team and with the people we come in contact with.<br /><br />below is my sponser letter...I would love it if you could just keep me in your prayers, and if you would like to contribute to my funds that would be awesome!<br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311795573038069570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDATP0IkS4g0jiAszspiLuO7XsEAS_6z94tXd_5Y7CIHh-M1VO0YqlttUAmJ0EqOUX4c2pWypT2uFiAcjxS2BK9byWCM6-5DlFBnq-HijtDtAe8PVE3eXm81VQUZXK5zA4xhDzXO_Vtw/s320/DSC03899.JPG" border="0" /><div><div><div><blockquote><p><span style="color:#000000;">As most of you know I had the opportunity to go to South Africa last summer and minister to the young people in the town of Coffee Bay. This was my first experience being out of the country and I loved it! Caring for the little ones in the orphanage and having meaningful discussion about the Lord with the older ones it was simply amazing. </span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;">This year I have the same desire, just in a different region of the world. My heart has led me to be a part of our church’s mission team to Turkey. Our team is scheduled to be in Antalya, Turkey </span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>June 10 – 21</strong></span> and we will be doing worship and intercession, and youth ministry. I can’t even describe fully how excited about what God is going to do with our team and for myself being stretched in the area of worship.<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">Our team will be busy for the next several months learning, praying and preparing for Turkey. I would like to invite you to also be a part of our team. We need people who will pray for us as we prepare and while we are on the field. We also need people who can partner with me financially. The trips estimated cost is $2900.<br /><br />Would you please continue to pray about being a part of my support team? All financial contributions are tax-deductible. Checks should be made payable to New Life Ministries International and the envelope (not the check) should be clearly designated with both the trip name and my name. You may include the country/trip name on the memo line of your check but please do not include my name. If the check is designated with my name, according to IRS regulations, you will not be able to use it as a tax deduction. Also, you may make an online contribution through our website at http://newlife.cc/. Because we have to meet deadlines for airfare deposits and other arrangements, I need to have adequate financial support raised as soon as possible.<br /><br />And if you </span><span style="color:#000000;">are interested in being part of my personal prayer support team, please email me at luv2shoot@gmail.com or give me a call at 757-816-3016. We plan to keep our prayer team regularly updated with prayer requests and praise reports. Thank you for praying about being part of our team in any way possible! </span></p><span style="color:#000000;"><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnPAytUpStVAdZdV_aTwbUZYlfwEJaDINxObByTGeDhS1pi9QhE5KNFI4i29Kzid008GVzXNuQO0IcfhjZcuOfS5DhYqX5dMr0Vt_xHTQ2-iYf4NSFUKIBJDypgNAfk0zaU7tOnZQeZuA/s1600-h/DSC03544.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311791036508578370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnPAytUpStVAdZdV_aTwbUZYlfwEJaDINxObByTGeDhS1pi9QhE5KNFI4i29Kzid008GVzXNuQO0IcfhjZcuOfS5DhYqX5dMr0Vt_xHTQ2-iYf4NSFUKIBJDypgNAfk0zaU7tOnZQeZuA/s200/DSC03544.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />With lots of love<br /><br />Isabel Monell </p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>*pictures are from my trip to south africa last summer*</strong></span></p></span></blockquote></div></div></div></div></span>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-90568202280727452012009-02-22T17:08:00.004-05:002009-02-22T17:13:20.385-05:00LETS GO SHOPPING!!!here are some of the items from my shop.all of the bags are homemade by myself. hope you guys enjoy. trying to save up for my missions trip.<br /><br /><br /><br /><table style="text-align: center;"><tr><td><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.etsy.com/flash/spots/etsy_mini.swf?user_id=5007487&user_name=sweetfinds&item_source=shop&item_size=thumbnail&rows=5&columns=3" width="280" height="468"><param name="movie" value="http://www.etsy.com/flash/spots/etsy_mini.swf?user_id=5007487&user_name=sweetfinds&item_source=shop&item_size=thumbnail&rows=5&columns=3" /></object></td></tr><tr><td><a style="text-decoration: none; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#D35701; font-size:14px; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.etsy.com" >Etsy</a><br/><a style="text-decoration: none; color:#D35701; font-size:10px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" href="http://www.etsy.com" >Buy Handmade</a><br/><a style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#0192B5; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none;" href="http://sweetfinds.etsy.com">sweetfinds</a></td></tr></table>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-75269608249889223552009-02-11T12:05:00.018-05:002009-02-11T14:48:56.451-05:001,2,3 JUMP...<em>1, 2, 3 JUMP...1, 2, 3 READY SET...here i come, I jump into you...<a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=110044002">(adam cates)</a></em><br /><br /><br />So last week at girls group one of the leaders spoke about prophecy and what that looked like, and how God can use it in many different forms. And once the discussion was finished we had a time to active what we talked about and learned. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSGkc3lSYKa5X43PoKtRiZbybtvA9O62pMMNhZ9mhkV9yxXzjZt5AJ-9sN8cC_bfcfFAHjly5ibCSQYqkqbqcpXoA3qKdbaAitO8Z4KOZ64USOjhpR-o4mh5WW1AE6T12x_jUzWK-g3w/s1600-h/123+jump.JPG"></a>For me this wasn't too hard, but then again its something that I always tend to over analyze and just really question if its my own thoughts or <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwRDgQV2uW2aVc1UWYlQNlYQhwlOg_IpvchClElw2nSjWPp0qnqEKUxZMMKSekXxPIQVU4Bzxwivkg7Q6rMH-zexjBm0DSwvYhlBknYn_AERBXP60cl7muIt_R3kSa2QJecaPePuwUKA/s1600-h/123+jump.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301627634311339714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwRDgQV2uW2aVc1UWYlQNlYQhwlOg_IpvchClElw2nSjWPp0qnqEKUxZMMKSekXxPIQVU4Bzxwivkg7Q6rMH-zexjBm0DSwvYhlBknYn_AERBXP60cl7muIt_R3kSa2QJecaPePuwUKA/s200/123+jump.JPG" border="0" /></a>JESUS.<br /><br />We paired off and just started praying for our partners. I didn't really get anything revelational, at least not in my opinion but I shared. Then my partner (Rachel) began to share what she felt like the Lord was showing her for me.<br /><br />"I just hear the word <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>PASSIONATE</strong></span>, and not the superficial passionate that you see from the outside, but a pure <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>PASSION</strong></span> from within."<br /><br />I thought cool, I feel like I'm at that point with the Lord...not wanting to play games...just wanting his heart.<br /><br />She proceeded...<br /><br />"Its night and the stars are out, and you are walking. Walking towards this cliff, and then...you jump...I don't really know what you are jumping into, but you jump"<br /><br />I was like oh great suicide...ya! not really...but REALLY! God, I'm jumping off a cliff? What does that mean? Where are we going with this? Is there any significance or what? I didn't really think much of what my Rachel told me when i left girls group that night, but that Lord has a funny way of bringing things back. But God.<br /><br />So I'm reading this book on desperate women of the bible, and it just so happen the same week Rachel shared this image of me jumping off a cliff, i get to the chapter of a women who was so desperate it was like she was jumping off a cliff...yea i know God you are funny! This gave new insight to what Rachel told me, and made me really just examine what she said again. Yes i am passionate about the Lord, and I am passionate about the things he is doing in and through me, but am I willing to trust him and <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">JUMP</span>? am i willing to say "I'm ready to jump...i trust you JESUS!" I think so, I don't want to be at the edge of the cliff wondering if it will hurt to jump. At the edge waiting for something to come and carry me to the other side. That's not what he wants either, he wants everything, all of me...the willingness to say I'm ready and i don't care what is at the bottom.<br /><br /><br />here are some lines from the book I'm reading:<br /><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong><em>Desperate living requires risk, surrender, yielding all that you have in hopes that it will somehow be good enough. It is jumping off a cliff, hoping you will land on something soft, something that doesn't break you completely. Something that does not swallow you alive. But if it does, well, it does. </em><br /></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong><em>...a woman who was jumping off a cliff, clinging to the simple and frail hope that she might land on something soft-if she landed at all.</em> </strong></span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>He was about to jump off a cliff, knowing nothing was going to break his fall. Nothing, this is, but the object of his devotion, of his sacrifice. Of his love.</strong></span></em>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-84713283282543853722009-01-28T21:35:00.012-05:002009-01-28T23:56:29.813-05:00she is my true love...<div align="left">I was listening to a song by <a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/cJ2HfX/music/j0wnwG51/laura_woodley_06_into_the_light/">Laura Woodley</a> the other day and all I really want to say is WOW! It’s a song about how we see our relationship with the Lord. But in the midst of the junk and dirt <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">He</span></strong> sees beauty; <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">He</span></strong> wants us, <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">He</span></strong> chooses us, <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">His</span></strong> beautiful brides </div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">You saw me broken</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You saw me battered </span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>You saw me filthy</strong></span> </div></span><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>You saw me shattered </strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">You saw me wicked</span> </strong><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>You saw me lying</strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>You saw me failing </strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>You saw me trying</strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>You saw me angry</strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>You saw me jealous</strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>You saw me prideful</strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>You saw me selfish</strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">You saw me wonder</span> </strong><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>You saw me lustful</strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">You saw me striving</span> </strong><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Worshipping idols<br /><br />I want her</strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>I love her</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>She’s the one for me</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>I choose her</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>I know her<br />She is my true love<br />Bring her to me </strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>Put a ring on her finger</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>Clothe her in my righteousness</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>Shine my light all around her</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>Place a crown upon her head</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>Keep her tears in a bottle </strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>See her name upon my hands</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>When she says: I don’t deserve it</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong>Tell her: I took the nails instead</strong></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I took the nails instead</span> </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><br /> </div></span></strong><div align="left">After hearing the song, I decided to create a painting! Around the outside of the canvas has lines from the beginning of the song, and in the center of the painting is God's response to how he see us..."I want her..." And the awesome thing is that after printing it out the words on the paper it resembled a dress; which lead me to make the center of the painting a dress. A beautiful dress, set apart for <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>His</strong></span> beautiful bride.</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg494Z42VALiUdYXKQkKbm-BJKYMMNX0ZPwkWAOkCHxwILg23DjpNoNkaeW3HW_YPinlIEtIV7jRWEGtFggr0ff4nz6Gru4wTwYrEiqvXtWC2kPHJgWIiEdzJmX8HQ_cVunepQW6k6iDWM/s1600-h/DSC05482.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296569489166993602" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg494Z42VALiUdYXKQkKbm-BJKYMMNX0ZPwkWAOkCHxwILg23DjpNoNkaeW3HW_YPinlIEtIV7jRWEGtFggr0ff4nz6Gru4wTwYrEiqvXtWC2kPHJgWIiEdzJmX8HQ_cVunepQW6k6iDWM/s200/DSC05482.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJC9bmE9cybCsvsGmA46iKwv2ZzfyWoA61_4S2jbGwpWrSLEAXqZhf7sAvzlQG3gpPzxbzLUwYzMWPi_DFP2Z_wZNbMKypEpArhmEmY4x4oe7_BKFkB4GPpMMP-bVdumsAr_ys5abItck/s1600-h/DSC05483.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296570112487596114" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJC9bmE9cybCsvsGmA46iKwv2ZzfyWoA61_4S2jbGwpWrSLEAXqZhf7sAvzlQG3gpPzxbzLUwYzMWPi_DFP2Z_wZNbMKypEpArhmEmY4x4oe7_BKFkB4GPpMMP-bVdumsAr_ys5abItck/s200/DSC05483.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOei6TmjjUBrJHum_ZfCPectDGN-hzsTSHzkKEedoWDqyRRyJg9lkmLP1smRf2CfLrxTKoEQ_W24EwXuxIyQnFkgjLKmbjbL0Pwn9TsDfb8fVpByAwF1EQEPBPxavOYbOIttGvJgP_cU0/s1600-h/DSC05480.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERoRONc2uqN_AvpxYUXPpZmJn5P2IrieMGOrqWMaEvLcdNItyn5rQt6w46P6QJIZZ_jCu0sQcSRE1Mz2gjcrQyXn0LuQXI_npovHJAttxj6NWLDEwM3gnoqSP74QXjeJyoIzeZ6eoRLc/s1600-h/DSC05474.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296570491660210482" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERoRONc2uqN_AvpxYUXPpZmJn5P2IrieMGOrqWMaEvLcdNItyn5rQt6w46P6QJIZZ_jCu0sQcSRE1Mz2gjcrQyXn0LuQXI_npovHJAttxj6NWLDEwM3gnoqSP74QXjeJyoIzeZ6eoRLc/s200/DSC05474.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJM3qX25la1YBM8HBRO2l35Wqy2pFApPhesVzDLl-pjEw_oSM84QowYQxTuQEaUEkRxXwBHq0vBezbWmoewKSF5cpT9EC84JkkcQgfhdq_w2L39hD0_wNrfAfo4od14ryprAuhvePQqOM/s1600-h/DSC05478.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296573731741067330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJM3qX25la1YBM8HBRO2l35Wqy2pFApPhesVzDLl-pjEw_oSM84QowYQxTuQEaUEkRxXwBHq0vBezbWmoewKSF5cpT9EC84JkkcQgfhdq_w2L39hD0_wNrfAfo4od14ryprAuhvePQqOM/s200/DSC05478.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaIY8ocjiT8hzAIT-h7m3wDEfIuel0M5RV97q0QSx_LBVrxQEZrqNW3aO0nu0NtxlRzpOdWGxiaiplWHZ7Vqi0Pf7bdtVJWn0MyeiZJ05D8qLoWAzEIyWOcbLer5qoE1-IjXd7nPXFTH4/s1600-h/DSC05478.JPG"></a>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-21811477360866285202009-01-22T17:15:00.007-05:002009-01-24T00:38:19.982-05:00your love came in...<span style="color:#000000;"><blockquote><span style="color:#000000;">so this is a song that God gave me while I was on vacation<br />this past christmas. its one of my favorites, and really just shows me how much<br />God desires to</span> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>restore</strong></span> <span style="color:#000000;">and to</span><span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>love</strong></span></span>.<br /></blockquote></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I was lost I could not see,<br />the darkness covered me.<br />my heart was cold i felt so alone.<br /><br />but your</span> <strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">love</span></strong> <span style="color:#000000;">came in and filled me up<br />when your</span> <strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">love</span></strong> <span style="color:#000000;">comes in i'm built up<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">i once was broken, but now there's you,<br />and youre picking me up.<br />all my </span><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">hopes</span></strong>, <strong><span style="color:#339999;">joys</span></strong> <span style="color:#000000;">and</span> <strong><span style="color:#663366;">dreams</span></strong>,<br /><span style="color:#000000;">they are now</span> <strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">redeemed</span>.</strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">but your</span> <strong><span style="color:#993399;">love</span></strong> <span style="color:#000000;">came in and filled me up<br />when your</span> <strong><span style="color:#993399;">love</span></strong> <span style="color:#000000;">comes in i'm being built up<br /><br />always doubting left and right,<br />but now you're by my side, you're by my side.<br />no longer bound by the lies there's</span> <strong><span style="color:#339999;">truth</span></strong> <span style="color:#000000;">in your eyes,<br />and thats where i want to be.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">when your </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">love</span></strong> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">crept in,<br />and you tore me apart,</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">restoring</span></strong> </span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">my heart.<br /></span><br />cause your</span> <strong><span style="color:#993399;">love</span></strong> <span style="color:#000000;">came in and filled me up<br />when your</span> <strong><span style="color:#993399;">love</span></strong> <span style="color:#000000;">comes in im being built up.<br /><br />now my</span> <strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">joy</span></strong> <span style="color:#000000;">is</span> <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">complete</span></strong>,<br /><span style="color:#000000;">cause you're livin in me,<br />deep, deep, deep within.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzAxMD7V_kYuPTvL-PNEjBOGQRty7kWS69WvehiwRT8apLss4dskYHM3QiI3S3CptN_GyZz5spzUpaJ8TKAYw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-34235234371551095202009-01-18T23:59:00.000-05:002009-01-19T01:40:13.299-05:00Spring is coming...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNt2c0uhAwtJfc2MUnC_eZOzY_Lzh-DfgZeQFbZAqVJ792B_364MplvpU2Q61UQXn6CfERKgb5OB05M5gqsNf0GG_Q_iVWKLZrCkRdSBEysgfw1qxRDVBGI06sh5fga5p7eM_rJNSrmBQ/s1600-h/DSC05265.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292890010301446882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNt2c0uhAwtJfc2MUnC_eZOzY_Lzh-DfgZeQFbZAqVJ792B_364MplvpU2Q61UQXn6CfERKgb5OB05M5gqsNf0GG_Q_iVWKLZrCkRdSBEysgfw1qxRDVBGI06sh5fga5p7eM_rJNSrmBQ/s200/DSC05265.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">This past Friday evening I went to my churches women of radiance banquet. To be honest I went because I was asked if I would be interested in displaying some of my artwork. And so I saw this as opportunity for me to get people to see what I have done, and see the talents of other women. But of course God just didn't want that to be my only reason. I mean that would be too simple, come to a banquet display my work, eat some amazing dessert and listen to some special women share. Too simple for God. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">So let me just start by saying that the theme for the night was seasons, the different seasons we encounter with our walk with the Lord. My sister and I were looking over the different seasons and what they generally bring into our lives. And of course when I read winter, I was like "Yea, that’s def. where I'm at right now...a season of reflection" and I also made the comment, "I can't wait for spring, a season of impartation" and I just left it alone. The evening started with a light hearted skit about WOMAN. Then we had time to fellowship and share with the women at our table. This was great. This lasted for about 20 minutes, and was then transitioned into the sharing of the different seasons. This is where God rocked me. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Spring was the first season to be shared; the lady got up and started talking. She started by giving the definition of spring (new, growth, to come up, fresh)...all things a person would naturally associate with spring. She then proceeded to share about her life during this season, and then gave three different people who are processing spring (the leftover, the wallflower, and the broken one). At that very moment I just was like wow! God what is happening, my emotions started to well up and I could feel a bawl inside of me that needed to spring forth. But because I didn't want people looking at me I held it in. At the same time trying to process where the emotions were coming from. At the close of this ladies testimony she shared a line from a song that encouraged the spring season of her life <strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">"wallflower come dance with me, leftover you’re just what I need, broken one you will be my queen"</span></strong> again the tears wanted to gush from my eyes, but I held it in. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">As I started to process my emotions, I was like God this must just be me being emotional. The next season to share was summer, but I didn’t have the same emotional high as I did for spring. And I didn’t really think anything of it. They then transitioned into a worship dance done to the song “every season” by Nicole Nordeman. The song went through the different seasons, and it was just beautiful. Then the same emotions I had encountered during the sharing of the season of spring happened again. <strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">“and everything that’s new, has bravely surfaced teaching us to breathe what was frozen through, is newly purposed turning all things green, so it is with you and how you make me new.”</span> </strong>These lines sparked that emotional overflow of tears. And again I was just like God where is this coming from why tonight, why here, why? But again I refrained from crying and letting that emotion get the best of me. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Autumn and winter spoke and I was fine, nothing sparked me. Nothing really at that point shook me like spring. So I was just like ok, what is it about spring, what do you want me to know. And on the car ride home I asked God what he wanted me to know, what he was doing in me, why I was so overly captivated by the season of spring. And he responded with, “spring is coming” That was all I needed to hear, once that happened I had such a peace. And I was like,”ok God.” Spring is coming…don’t know what it looks like, but I think I’m ready.</span></div></div>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-80959908683637603992009-01-14T16:56:00.000-05:002009-01-14T17:22:21.474-05:00One day at a time...One day at a time...this is a phrase that I have heard an enormous amount just within the past couple of weeks, and its quite annoying. God knows I'm a planner and that I love to look so far in advance and dream. But that's not what he wants right now, "Isabel can we look at today, I want to show you something." and my response is always "God really, can we just think and dream about how great my life is going to be in 6 months, 5 years...can we just sit and think about all the gifts you are going to cultivate in my life for the future." And God is like, "that's nice; we could, but there are things here, today that I need you to be aware of for your future, things today that will enable your future." So God has really just opened my eyes to the fact that I can't be complacent with today, that I have to be actively engaging in the today's. That he has established specific things for me to know and see every single day. Daily surrendering, daily uprooting, daily pouring in, daily revelation. And I can't receive all of that if my mind is focused on the things I could be in 6 months. This was like God was saying wake up. Wake up and live, today! SO...<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">God I pray that you would open my eyes to the things you have established for me today. That i wouldn't be so distracted by the tomorrows, but that there would be a peace in knowing you are working daily in me to pull out my future.</span></strong><br /><br /><em>Philippians 4:6 & 7</em><br /><em>do not be anxious about anything but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.</em>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227463756065950444.post-39555035553630805602008-10-04T22:57:00.001-04:002008-10-04T23:27:56.842-04:00its the first day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5OWfR8X4Vu0h0iS_d_y0stojcIqRqZ6Hkj2gEsZx66F9_-7rv__44SG4aNSix7ULZFyjFbguTUloLtvgWboo30EYlaZ8eWVDavH7GoiGR-NZUmlZayMpidZ74fsEHmDfv_qKssI9SAw/s1600-h/100_3884.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253506330573078562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB5OWfR8X4Vu0h0iS_d_y0stojcIqRqZ6Hkj2gEsZx66F9_-7rv__44SG4aNSix7ULZFyjFbguTUloLtvgWboo30EYlaZ8eWVDavH7GoiGR-NZUmlZayMpidZ74fsEHmDfv_qKssI9SAw/s320/100_3884.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>yay! so I decided to venture out and show people what I do outside of sewing. Thats right not just sewing, but my other artwork. I have a bunch of stuff to off load and I hope you all enjoy!<br /><br />till the next one</div>created to createhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03729212965957351345noreply@blogger.com1