<?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-19806341</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:25:05.400-06:00</updated><category term='miscellaneous'/><category term='media'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='Gromit'/><category term='songs'/><category term='Bono'/><category term='picture'/><category term='musical threads'/><category term='Norman'/><category term='Family'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Cinder&apos;s pen'/><category term='Green'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Lewis'/><category term='Rest'/><category term='Scripture'/><category term='Rick Warren'/><title type='text'> Cindertales</title><subtitle type='html'>Who am I??? A wife and mother who's continuing to learn daily about God's love and direction. A constant work in progress when it comes to learning how to best share His love with those around me, to serve Him and to simply live life in the capacity I'm led to.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>297</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-394021766826710397</id><published>2011-04-25T15:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:39:56.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Met Me Where I Was At...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5dUC4Jj_iU/TbXmfjMlcRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/52Mubx9B4Do/s1600/balloons.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5dUC4Jj_iU/TbXmfjMlcRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/52Mubx9B4Do/s400/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599635141403439378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I heard this poem yesterday at the Easter Sunday service I attended and got to help with "releasing" balloons into the crowd during the final benediction. I have been thinking about this poem all day long and think it'll probably have a permanent fixture in my mind. Loved it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-4870873450629114473" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.3em; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Balloons Belong in Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I took to church one morning a happy four-year-old child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Holding a bright blue string to which was attached a much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;loved orange balloon with pink stripes. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Certainly a thing of beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;And if not forever at least a joy for a very important now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;When later the child met me at the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Clutching blue string, orange and pink bobbing behind her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;She didn't have to tell me something had gone wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;"What's the matter?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;She wouldn't tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;"I bet they loved your balloon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Out it came then, mocking the teacher's voice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;"We don't bring balloons to church."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Then that little four-year-old, her lip a little trembly, asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;"Why aren't balloons allowed in church? I thought God would like balloons."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate balloons, parades, and chocolate chip cookies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate seashells and elephants and lions that roar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate roasted marshmallows and chocolate cake and fresh fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate aromas: bread baking, mincemeat, lemons . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate seeing: bright colors, wheat in a field, tiny wild flowers . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate hearing: waves pounding, the rain's rhythm, soft voices . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate touching: toes in the sand, a kitten's fur, another person . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate the sun that shines slab dab in our faces . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate snow falling . . . the wondrous quiet of the snow falling . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate the crashing thunder and the brazen lightning . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate anger at injustice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate tears for the mistreated, the hurt, the lonely . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate the community that cares . . . the church . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate the times when we in the church made it . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;When we answered a cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;When we held to our warm and well-fed bodies a cold and lonely world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate the times when the Church is the church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;When we are Christians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;When we are living, loving, contributing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate perfect love . . . the cross . . . the Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Loving in spite of . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Giving without reward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I celebrate life . . . that we may live more abundantly . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Where did we get the idea that balloons don't belong in the church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Where did we get the idea that God loves gray and sh-h-h and drab and anything will do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I think it's blasphemy not to appreciate the joy in God's world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;I think it's blasphemy not to bring joy into His church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;For God so loved the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;That He hung there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Loving the unlovable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;What beautiful gift cannot be offered unto the Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Whether it's a balloon or a song or some joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;that sits within you waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;to have the lid taken off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;The Scripture says there's a time to laugh and a time to weep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;It's not hard to see the reasons for crying in a world where hatred is so manifest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;So celebrate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Bring your balloons and your butterflies, your bouquets of flowers . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Bring the torches and hold them high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Dance your dances, paint your feelings, sing your songs, whistle, laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Life is a celebration, an affirmation of God's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Life is distributing more balloons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;For God so loved the world . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Surely that's a cause for Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Surely we should celebrate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Good news! That he should love us that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;Where did we ever get the idea that balloons don't belong in the church? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by Ann Weems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/19806341-394021766826710397?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/394021766826710397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=394021766826710397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/394021766826710397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/394021766826710397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-heard-this-poem-yesterday-at-easter.html' title='Met Me Where I Was At...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U5dUC4Jj_iU/TbXmfjMlcRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/52Mubx9B4Do/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-5800067898756488536</id><published>2011-04-12T21:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T17:38:04.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Judge A Book By It's Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From the outside a person may look strong &amp;amp; like they have things altogether. They may have a smile on their face and be going about their day-to-day tasks like usual. They may greet those around them with love and kindness. They very well may try hard to shine for God in all they and everywhere they go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But you can't judge a book by its cover. You can never know what's truly going on inside a person's heart and mind. You can never truly know the inward battles they are facing...the struggles they may very well have some days simply to get out of bed and put one foot in front of the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You're NOT good enough!"..."You're REPLACEABLE!!"..."You're NOT strong enough!"..."You CAN'T do anything right!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These statements are just a few of many. They may not have very many words, but man they can pack a VERY POWERFUL punch on a person. Not necessarily words spoken to the person's face. Very well might be constant, inward pokes at the heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, words spoken directly to a person's face are hurtful &amp;amp; damaging. But I personally think the power of inward pokes directly at the heart damage far greater and deeper than anyone will every truly know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the end of the day, no matter what the circumstances or where a person find themselves, there's still endless potential. But the biggest roadblock &amp;amp; complication lies in finding the inner strength to continue moving forward, despite whatever opposition is being thrust at them...and that's a lot of times easier said than done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-5800067898756488536?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/5800067898756488536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=5800067898756488536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5800067898756488536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5800067898756488536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2011/04/cant-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Can&apos;t Judge A Book By It&apos;s Cover'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-5541841001717155857</id><published>2010-11-27T21:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T21:25:17.090-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Quitting...</title><content type='html'>We've been doing some purging, painting and house cleaning this past while. I was going through some papers and came across an article I'd printed...10 Ways to Know It's Time to Quit. It was written by Geri &amp;amp; Pete Scazzero and came from I Quit: Stop Pretending Everything is Fine and Change Your Life (Zondervan, 2010). This article was posted by Willow Creek Association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It talked about the fact that when we quit things that are damaging to our lives that we're then freed up to live life differently. A quote from the article said, "Quitting goes hand in hand with choosing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were 8 "Quits" that were deemed essential to all genuine spirituality and they seems things worth posting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Quit Being Afraid of What Others Think (Choose Freedom)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to cut through the disapproval of others and do what is good, true and loving. I no longer ignore the values I hold dearly. Who I am "on stage" before others is the same person I am "off stage" when I am by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Quit Lying (Choose Truth)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The degree to which I live in the truth - with myself, God and others - is the degree to which I am free. Learning how to speak the truth respectfuly, honestly and clearly is one of the most significant ways I can respect the image of God in myself and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Quit Dying to the Wrong Things (Choose Delighting in God's Gifts)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer set aside or devalue activities or relationships that cause my soul to feel fully alive (e.g. music, dance, art, the outdoors, travel). I will take the time to exlore my internal world of thoughts, feelings, values, loves, beliefs and motivations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Quit Denying Anger, Sadness and Fear (Choose Embracing Your Humanity)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to feeling, I will avoid extremes - neither neglecting my emotions nor allowing them to run my life. I will allow myself to experience them in the presence of God, calmly think them through, and then take appropriate action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Quit Blaming (Choose to Take Responsibility)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a human being made in God's image, I recognize that no one is responsible for my life but me. I reclaim my freedom to choose my own life and help others do the same. I can't change others, but I can change myself - with God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Quit Overfunctioning (Choose Letting God)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer do for others what they can and should do for themselves. I will push through my fears in the face of resistance, asking God fr courage and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Quit Faulty Thinking (Choose to Live in Reality)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will refuse to make things bigger than they are. I will not take offense or blame for something before having all the data. And I will not believe the falsehood that things will never change. I will position myself so that the Spirit can correct my wrong assumptions and align me with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Quit Living Someone Else's Life (Choose to be Yourself)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By God's grace I will embrace the unique life He has given me. I will listen to my God-given rhythms, set appropriate boundaries with others, and let go of other people's agenda for me. In this way I will enter into the joy of my own beautifully, God-given life and carry out His unique purposes for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-5541841001717155857?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/5541841001717155857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=5541841001717155857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5541841001717155857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5541841001717155857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2010/11/quitting-can-be-positive.html' title='Quitting...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-3879510934623653118</id><published>2010-11-12T08:05:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:28:52.006-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/TN1Jm6xgm-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/MALB7IWkDzw/s1600/Speak.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538664049696349154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/TN1Jm6xgm-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/MALB7IWkDzw/s400/Speak.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px; COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px; COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Dr. Martin Luther King Jr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px; COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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/19806341-3879510934623653118?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/3879510934623653118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=3879510934623653118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3879510934623653118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3879510934623653118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-lives-begin-to-end-day-we-become.html' title='Speak'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/TN1Jm6xgm-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/MALB7IWkDzw/s72-c/Speak.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-8666898616567174855</id><published>2010-11-11T23:08:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:34:55.781-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>A Saddened Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I posted the video, "A Pittance of Time" below. I saw this video a couple of years ago &amp;amp; seem to watch it every Remembrance Day. I watched it this morning before getting my kids together &amp;amp; driving to our city's Remembrance Day service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Near the end of the service, the wreaths had all been laid and the bagpipes began to play while the Veterans began to march back onto the floor to do a walk by salute. I was shocked to see people get up and start leaving. Even when the applause of thanks from the crowd broke out for the Veterans, the people didn't stop to applaud...they continued to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It saddened me to have to answer my kids' questions of, "Why?", in terms of why they had left. I was at a loss for words...no answer would have made things seem clear to them or to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It saddened me because we live in this Western world bubble. Blind to all that has happened in the past, blind to all that's currently happening and blind to all that could possibly happen in the future. War is something that hasn't been experienced personally by most, so it brings a false sense of safety &amp;amp; that brings forth ignorance and lack of respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat in the arena today and spoke briefly with Little Miss about her middle name &amp;amp; about the person who's name she shares. See that person is my great aunt...she was an AMAZING woman. My great grandfather &amp;amp; my great uncle fought in different battles, but they both fought in them. When my great uncle was overseas, he met my great aunt. They were married and she came back to Canada, where she waited, alongside his family, for him to return home. My great uncle returned safely...he passed away years later from complications due to an injury sustained during the war. My great aunt was a war bride. She survived longer than her husband. She was able to live the life of freedom he and others had fought so selflessly for. Given any opportunity she would share her story with people. She knew the importance of telling the story forward so that people wouldn't lose sight of the freedom we have. She made sure we always had that importance at the forefront of our minds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is why it's vital to me that my children know the importance of never forgetting and never taking things for granted. Today's events that I witnessed just intensified how vital it is to impress the importance of remembrance on my children's lives &amp;amp; and my own, today and every day that comes before us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-8666898616567174855?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/8666898616567174855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=8666898616567174855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/8666898616567174855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/8666898616567174855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2010/11/saddened-heart.html' title='A Saddened Heart...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4755906683628570315</id><published>2010-11-11T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:35:35.922-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>Terry Kelly - A Pittance of Time     (Official Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/2kX_3y3u5Uo/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kX_3y3u5Uo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kX_3y3u5Uo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-4755906683628570315?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4755906683628570315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4755906683628570315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4755906683628570315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4755906683628570315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2010/11/terry-kelly-pittance-of-time-official.html' title='Terry Kelly - A Pittance of Time     (Official Version)'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-9101136386921668327</id><published>2010-11-08T23:15:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:36:34.156-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Whispers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Right where I am I will do my best to breathe God's light into our world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Right where I am I will do my best to make our organization healthy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Right where I am I will not use anger as a leadership tool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Right where I am I will see to help solve addictive behaviours that numb my mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Right where I am I will own up to what I've done wrong &amp;amp; make it right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"We will reach out to the untouched &amp;amp; untouchables."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I went to a Leadership conference this past weekend. I came into it with some huge reservations &amp;amp; and also with some things that were crippling me. See, I had allowed something to take place in my heart that was very dangerous. I had bought into the lies of the "enemy" in a spiritual sense. I  was at a place of believing I was failing at a whole lot of things, didn't believe that I was doing anything of worth in the many roles I find myself in and that someone more qualified probably should've attended the conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The phrases above were stated in the first 30 seconds of the introduction for the conference. And from that moment on, my pen flew on the pages of my notebook, frantically trying to get everything down. To sum things up in a nutshell...this conference messed me up big time! But that wasn't a bad thing, because I truly believe I needed to be messed up to begin realigning my mindset on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;By the end of the first night's sessions, I got in my van to drive home. When I got home, I finished up some work and then broke down. Those sessions had messed with and that was a good thing. They constantly talked about NOT QUITTING...PRESSING ON...always remembering that you are a treasured child of the most high God and that He'll always be with you and NEVER leave you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The one speaker spoke about quieting ourselves and listening to God's whispers. He talked about the fact God's whispers are often short...then he gave a list of some whispers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1.    Don't quit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2.    Step up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3.    Take the risk (You've been too safe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4.    Apologize now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5.    Make the tough decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6.    Get help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7.    Stop running from God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8.    Slow down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9.    Show your heart (Your team needs it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10.  Let others lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11.  Feed your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12.  Bless the team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;13.  Make the ask (I need your help...courageous leaders make the ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;14.  Doing something more impactful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15.  Come clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;16.  Embody the vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;17.  Celebrate the victories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18.  Speak the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;19.  Pay the price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;20.  Count your blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;21.  End the secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;22.  Check your motives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;23.  Set the pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;24.  Give God your best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;25.  Get physically fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;26.  Serve your spouse/kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;27.  Pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;28.  Humble yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Many of the whispers in this list were echoed repeatedly throughout the course of that night and the next day. It was overwhelming powerful...I don't think I could have guessed what was coming when I stepped into that building to partake of that conference! We took in a whole lot of awesome information and w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;e were given many reflective questions &amp;amp; I've come home with a whole lot to process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;That night, one of the things we were asked to do was this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"For the next couple of days, ask God to speak &amp;amp; listen for what He's saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Later on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;we were instructed to take a minute right then and there to listen to God. Then we were to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   write down what He had said, if anything was said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As I sit here with my notebook opened to that page, I'm blown away by what I wrote down in a couple of reflection times about what God said. He repeatedly spoke love, worth, peace &amp;amp; strength into my life...all of which was so badly needed. I thought I was the wrong person to be there, but God knew that was exactly where I was supposed to be and He ensured I knew He had shown up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So I'll end things like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do you believe that God still speaks today? Have you totally surrendered to God? Or are you just living out a script? Will you do everything in your power to hear His voice &amp;amp; heed it? Take a minute to listen God and see what He might be wanting to whisper to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/19806341-9101136386921668327?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/9101136386921668327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=9101136386921668327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/9101136386921668327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/9101136386921668327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2010/11/right-where-i-am-i-will-do-my-best-to.html' title='Whispers'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-8480231595127584758</id><published>2010-09-27T23:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:36:19.416-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>A Clean Slate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"I'm thankful that each day is a brand new one...a clean slate...a chance to continue to press on...simply doing life &amp;amp; embracing all there is to experience, if only I have the resolve to keep my eyes forward &amp;amp; not allow them to shift back to that which I can't change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This morning when I logged onto Facebook, this was what came to mind, so it was what got posted as my status update for the day. A lot of things have been flying through my head and the underlying themes with everything is that I can't change the past, and going through life, looking back &amp;amp; beating myself up for every mistake &amp;amp; short-coming I've ever had will do no good and will only deter the forward motion that I'm created to have. But, the reality is that this falls into my hands. I am the only one who can find and keep the resolve to place my eyes forward and keep them there. So, I'm desperately trying to do that today and will wake up tomorrow and desperately try to do it again. And hopefully down the road, it will be a more natural &amp;amp; calm choice, instead of continuing to be a desperate action .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-8480231595127584758?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/8480231595127584758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=8480231595127584758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/8480231595127584758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/8480231595127584758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2010/09/clean-slate.html' title='A Clean Slate'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-7447839210377150217</id><published>2010-06-17T21:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:35:51.255-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>Martina McBride - Anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/6uLtyzRgmyI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uLtyzRgmyI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6uLtyzRgmyI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-7447839210377150217?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/7447839210377150217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=7447839210377150217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7447839210377150217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7447839210377150217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2010/06/martina-mcbride-anyway.html' title='Martina McBride - Anyway'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-6899605662346749703</id><published>2010-06-16T12:22:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:49:53.982-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Peaceful Conflict Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peaceful Conflict Resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Respect the right to disagree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Express your real concerns.&lt;br /&gt;Share common goals and interests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open yourself to different points of view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listen carefully to all proposals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Understand the major issues involved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think about probable consequences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagine several possible alternative solutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Offer some reasonable compromises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Negotiate mutually fair cooperative agreements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--Robert E. Valett&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Came across this in my drafts. I saw it last year on a poster which was hanging in the lunchroom I helped out in. I Googled it and printed out a copy which now hangs on the wall in my office, as a daily reminder of how I need to approach my job and life in general. I actually really want to print out another copy and hang it on the bulletin board in our kitchen...I think it could bring forth some really rich discussions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I like the fact the first thing stressed is that it's OKAY to disagree and further down the list it also speaks about being open to different points of view. It then goes on to speak about the importance of voicing your real concerns, making sure you are hearing all points of view &amp;amp; proposals, think about reasonable outcomes and more to make sure you examine more than one outcome ('cause there's never really just one answer to a situation).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What struck me when I first saw this poster, and which continues to, is that if we start living these points out in our lives, I think we would find ourselves closer to being connected more fully with those around us. We would become a much more understanding people. We would begin to love and live life in a totally different way. And I think that new way of living out life would be much closer to how Jesus lived His life and deep down I believe He probably desires for us to live our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, those are my thoughts at least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-6899605662346749703?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/6899605662346749703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=6899605662346749703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6899605662346749703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6899605662346749703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2010/06/peaceful-conflict-resolution-respect.html' title='Peaceful Conflict Resolution'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-413016345028420038</id><published>2010-01-14T07:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:34:21.878-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Synchronicity</title><content type='html'>This fall, after throwing out every excuse in the book (and there were A LOT in that list), I found myself saying yes to taking a class that was being offered at our church. This class is different than anything I've ever taken. It brought me out of my comfort zone, on many levels, right from the start. But now that I'm 3 1/2 months into it, I look back and realize that it's been a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with a friend the other day about the fact, that more than once what's been discussed in class has come up in our church's Sunday morning sermon, which has allowed the dialogue to continue on in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"see, that's the kind of synchronicity we can expect when we're letting God speak through seemingly random spiritual disciplines."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend answered back about how cool the synchronicity is that happens when we let God speak through seemingly random things. Yeah it's very cool...on multiple levels. That synchronicity has me thinking often on the gravity of being open enough to let God speak through every aspect of life, even the ones that don't have any connection in our mind or those that we don't really think anything could be spoken through. It comes with the responsibility of being prepared to go deeper...and to embrace all that entails. To look deep within...to hear the, "Whys and questions" which will inevitably come out of that process. Being prepared to face those, "Whys and questions" that surface and both the good &amp;amp; the bad that comes from that. It means being willing to peel away the layers of this life and honestly find answers...not to just fly off quick and easy surface responses, but instead to allow deep and purposeful responses to arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm finally beginning to realize, is that the journey deeper is one which will eventually bring you to a place of realizing how awesome His love is for each one of us. It will bring forth the challenge to see yourself through His eyes...to see all that He sees when He looks at you, rather than viewing yourself through human eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, even though it's a really cool process to experience, I also find it very scary at times. But then I look back and see where I've come from and that brings forth strength to journey on...to jump the hurdles of fear and to continue to penetrate deeper. Inevitably I've found myself going down some of the tunnels of life that I said I would never visit again...sometimes coming back out of them seeing things in a very different light than I ever saw them before or simply coming back out feeling a little less entrapped by the anger, pain, confusion, etc. of some of those tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You’re my son (daughter). I’m crazy about you and well into everything you do.” (Rob Lacey)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote was read at the end of our service on Sunday...the daughter portion was added in for those of us who were of the female variety in the crowd. I found a lot of comfort in it...in knowing that no matter what, I have a Heavenly Father who's crazy about every aspect of me. And I was challenged...to begin living my life with that same kind of love. To live life with a deep love... in every circumstance I find myself. A deep love that I'll readily offer to every person that crosses my path, including the one I see in the mirror each day and also to the Heavenly Father who never leaves my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-413016345028420038?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/413016345028420038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=413016345028420038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/413016345028420038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/413016345028420038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2010/01/synchronicity.html' title='Synchronicity'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-7197946809513863778</id><published>2009-12-25T21:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:32:01.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Bean - Nativity Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/XDOO3FvGsZ4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XDOO3FvGsZ4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-7197946809513863778?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/7197946809513863778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=7197946809513863778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7197946809513863778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7197946809513863778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2009/12/mr-bean-nativity-scene.html' title='Mr Bean - Nativity Scene'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4139499716022666945</id><published>2009-12-25T21:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:30:30.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/A0m_o2gxbsU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/A0m_o2gxbsU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-4139499716022666945?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4139499716022666945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4139499716022666945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4139499716022666945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4139499716022666945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-turkey.html' title='Christmas Turkey'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-460894742507365239</id><published>2009-12-25T21:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:29:20.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Bean Christmas On the Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/n6uFjZ5KwYA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/n6uFjZ5KwYA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've had an awesome time celebrating with family today. Our kids received the Mr. Bean box set and we've spent some quality time laughing at our favourite Mr. Bean Christmas scenes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-460894742507365239?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/460894742507365239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=460894742507365239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/460894742507365239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/460894742507365239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2009/12/mr-bean-christmas-on-street.html' title='Mr. Bean Christmas On the Street'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-8352007606147456435</id><published>2009-11-15T22:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:58:44.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>Who am I? They often tell me&lt;br /&gt;I stepped from my cell's confinement&lt;br /&gt;Calmly, cheerfully, firmly,&lt;br /&gt;Like a squire from his country-house.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? They often tell me&lt;br /&gt;I used to speak to my warders&lt;br /&gt;Freely and friendly and clearly,&lt;br /&gt;As though it were mine to command.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? They also tell me&lt;br /&gt;I bore the days of misfortune&lt;br /&gt;Equally, smilingly, proudly,&lt;br /&gt;Like one accustomed to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I then really all that which other men tell of?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I only what I myself know of myself?&lt;br /&gt;Restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage,&lt;br /&gt;Struggling for breath, as though hands were&lt;br /&gt;Compressing my throat,&lt;br /&gt;Yearning for colors, for flowers, for voices of birds,&lt;br /&gt;Thirsting for words of kindness, for neighborliness,&lt;br /&gt;Tossing in expectation of great events,&lt;br /&gt;Powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance,&lt;br /&gt;Weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making,&lt;br /&gt;Faint, and ready to say farwell to it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? This or the other?&lt;br /&gt;Am I one person today and tomorrow another?&lt;br /&gt;Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others,&lt;br /&gt;And before myself a contemptibly woebegone weakling?&lt;br /&gt;Or is something within me still like a beaten army,&lt;br /&gt;Fleeing in disorder from victory already achieved?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever I am, Thou knowest, O God, I am Thine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Dietrich Bonhoeffer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-8352007606147456435?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/8352007606147456435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=8352007606147456435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/8352007606147456435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/8352007606147456435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-1127174565175291083</id><published>2009-02-18T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:49:25.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SZzVx6L1zeI/AAAAAAAAAgo/rKPP78Zfhys/s1600-h/HPIM2166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304349514544827874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SZzVx6L1zeI/AAAAAAAAAgo/rKPP78Zfhys/s400/HPIM2166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you," declares the LORD, "and will bring you back from captivity." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Jeremiah 29.11-14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...the one verse that characterizes the journey of our family. One that we look to often, even more so in times of crisis. And tonight this picture seems to fit the verse like a glove in my mind for one reason or another. Maybe because the pictures signifies a time when I encountered God in a very real way...brings me back to this really peaceful moment and place found in this beautiful country ravaged by civil war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other reason is that it signifies for me a visual of what it takes to completely and totally trust that He does indeed have plans for you. And then not only to trust that, but to give up control and let yourself be led down the path He has in mind, even though you can't see what's around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never an easy thing...especially when through our human eyes the path He's directing towards seems far from what we might consider a hopeful future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-1127174565175291083?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/1127174565175291083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=1127174565175291083' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1127174565175291083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1127174565175291083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-i-know-plans-i-have-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SZzVx6L1zeI/AAAAAAAAAgo/rKPP78Zfhys/s72-c/HPIM2166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4516799717783897405</id><published>2009-01-21T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:55:47.749-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293810331285752738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SXdkctCUi6I/AAAAAAAAAgY/Nh360LBR508/s400/worshipper%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I found myself writing in my journal yesterday for what seemed like the first time in a very long time. The past while I've lost track of many things, especially of who I truly am and what things I need to do in order to truly commune with God, even on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;simplest&lt;/span&gt; of levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as I wrote I began to say, "Thank You" to God for Sunday. This past Sunday, He set things up so that I ended coming into church late. My kids were sitting with my sister and because I couldn't find them, I snuck in the back row...it was empty and I felt draw to sit there. And then began one of the most amazing experiences I've had with God in quite a while. I met with Him just like it was the first time. Despite the fact the room was really full, it was like there wasn't a single soul in that room except God and I. And as in the picture above, my arms were raised and I felt His Spirit gently wrapping around me, making it ever known that He was right there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I've been living in the wilderness for a while...am still probably on the fringe. But on Sunday He made it known that no matter where I walk, He'll also be right there with me...even though I might not feel like He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to this song almost daily...it seems a fitting way to end this post. He truly does take us as He finds us and uses us for His purposes, because He truly is mighty to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mighty to Save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hillsong&lt;/span&gt; Australia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone needs compassion,&lt;br /&gt;Love that's never failing;&lt;br /&gt;Let mercy fall on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;The kindness of a Saviour;&lt;br /&gt;The Hope of nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saviour, He can move the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;My God is Mighty to save,&lt;br /&gt;He is Mighty to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever, Author of salvation,&lt;br /&gt;He rose and conquered the grave,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus conquered the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take me as You find me,&lt;br /&gt;All my fears and failures,&lt;br /&gt;Fill my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my life to follow&lt;br /&gt;Everything I believe in,&lt;br /&gt;Now I surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saviour, He can move the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;My God is Mighty to save,&lt;br /&gt;He is Mighty to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever, Author of salvation,&lt;br /&gt;He rose and conquered the grave,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus conquered the grave. (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light and let the whole world see,&lt;br /&gt;We're singing for the glory of the risen King...Jesus (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saviour, He can move the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;My God is Mighty to save,&lt;br /&gt;He is Mighty to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever, Author of salvation,&lt;br /&gt;He rose and conquered the grave,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus conquered the grave. (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light and let the whole world see,&lt;br /&gt;We're singing for the glory of the risen King...Jesus. (x4)&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/19806341-4516799717783897405?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4516799717783897405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4516799717783897405' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4516799717783897405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4516799717783897405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SXdkctCUi6I/AAAAAAAAAgY/Nh360LBR508/s72-c/worshipper%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-8998494530387215043</id><published>2009-01-19T12:05:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:13:54.841-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Breaking Free of the Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293069093290261666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SXTCS-UqPKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/FmS4BcgFWjY/s400/pepsi%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addiction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A physical or psychological need for a habit-forming substance, such as a drug or alcohol. In physical addiction, the body adapts to the substance being used and gradually requires increased amounts to reproduce the effects originally produced by smaller doses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I've already realized this year is how easy a person can allow themselves to become enslaved to something without even realizing they were enslaved at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this image is portraying what I allowed my body to become enslaved to. Yes, I purchased it and drank it, but didn't realize how much I was consuming. How do you not know this? I don't really have a good answer for you, except to say DENIAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've started this year off on an interesting note. I told God that I want to be free of this. I want to come to him for all things, instead of turning to consuming something when under stress, etc. I made the decision to quit purchasing and consuming and quit cold turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to confess that I don't know if the cold turkey method was the right approach to take. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; been a much harder road than I thought it would ever be. As in the words of a friend..."it's really eating at you, isn't it!" Yes, it is eating at me...more some days than others. Would love to say that I can walk by a huge display in the store and I don't give it a second thought, but that would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every day that ends as another one free of that substance entering my body is an awesome thing. And the differences in attitude and ability to handle stress and work load have been eye-opening. I'm a different person and that difference makes me a much better wife, mom, friend, co-worker, etc. and that's the best reason of all to continue on the journey to be free of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-8998494530387215043?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/8998494530387215043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=8998494530387215043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/8998494530387215043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/8998494530387215043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2009/01/free-of-addiction.html' title='Breaking Free of the Addiction'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SXTCS-UqPKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/FmS4BcgFWjY/s72-c/pepsi%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-3398596355772848032</id><published>2009-01-16T17:11:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:47:44.176-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>State of Refusal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SXEU0a_VBkI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sYTXlcR-uA4/s1600-h/HPIM2138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292033927967737410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SXEU0a_VBkI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sYTXlcR-uA4/s400/HPIM2138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever known you were supposed to step out in faith and do something? A time when He's deeply speaking, it makes complete sense and feels right? But yet you made the choice to refuse based on residue from a past attempt to step out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe I'm just crazy, but that's very much where I am. God's telling me to go and I want to badly, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;there have&lt;/span&gt; been questions posed about things in the past and questioning of why I really think I'm supposed to go, that I don't know if I'm can put myself out there just o be stomped down yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the picture? That's where He's telling me I'm supposed to go...since the day we returned from there a couple of years ago He's been speaking that I needed to prepare to go back. Last year I even filled out a ton of paperwork in preparation to apply to go and ended up ripping it up and throwing it away, because some questions I fielded caused me to question and buy into the fact I'm never going back, that I'm not able to be a good enough team member...one whom can work through all people in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt; circumstances present themselves, that I'm a mom and too old to be on a team and therefore do not fit the mold of what a team member should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I sit, and right now, in a state of refusal. It's basically a protection of the heart...trying to avoid any more hurt than that which has already come. There aren't many words to say what that feels like...basically...crushed and heart broken...and wondering why God allowed my heart to meet, fellowship and begin to love people and a place so deeply, when He knew that would cause me to want to go back and minister in whatever was required of me, yet only to make it seem impossible to ever go back, even though He's saying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I sit at a crossroads...to drop the refusal and step out, despite what others might think, to step out but go somewhere completely different and see what comes from it or to risk not going anywhere at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-3398596355772848032?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/3398596355772848032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=3398596355772848032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3398596355772848032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3398596355772848032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2009/01/state-of-refusal.html' title='State of Refusal'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SXEU0a_VBkI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sYTXlcR-uA4/s72-c/HPIM2138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-1728322891251257870</id><published>2008-11-11T14:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:16:33.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Minutes of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fojukFxpPMI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fojukFxpPMI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-1728322891251257870?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/1728322891251257870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=1728322891251257870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1728322891251257870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1728322891251257870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-minutes-of-silence.html' title='2 Minutes of Silence'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-1576973910067324057</id><published>2008-10-08T00:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:57:29.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokenness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SO2kh7fqPlI/AAAAAAAAAWs/57zFf4y5uTc/s1600-h/HPIM5498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255037243024358994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SO2kh7fqPlI/AAAAAAAAAWs/57zFf4y5uTc/s400/HPIM5498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I attended a city-wide prayer service tonight, I found myself grabbing paper and allowing myself to worship and pray with paper and a pen. To many it might seem like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jibberish&lt;/span&gt;, but to me it's a snapshot of who He is at different points in my life. Things He is to me...the picture above is from a different time, but it's reassuring to me to look at this and know that no matter what's going on in life, I'm able to hold tight to Him. Because with Him all things are possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a fast from music for a couple of days and as I logged on to write something, these were the first lyrics I fell upon (yes, I have quite a few lyrics stored up in my drafts section...past lyrics heard often spark a blog in my mind). So now as I formulate what to say I have this song playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken and Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mark Schultz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a businessman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s a widowed wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s a smiling face with a shattered life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s a teenage girl with a choice to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s crowded here in church today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the preacher says as the sermon ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please close your eyes and bow your heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there anyone in need of prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus wants to meet you here ‘cause we all fall short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We all have sinned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But when you let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God’s Grace break in…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come as you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Surrender your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Broken and beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he’d never been to church before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But he came today as a last resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His world was crashing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And he was suffocating in his sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tears ran down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As hope rushed in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He closed his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Raised his hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Worshiping the God who can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bring him back to life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there’s nothing more beautiful to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Than when his sons and daughters come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleluia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alleluia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come as you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken and beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This song reminds me so much of the journey I'm on. I'm a pretty private person, so the journey's not something I discuss with many people. But I will say that there's huge freedom when you're able to come to the point of realizing it's okay to be broken...that it's a truly beautiful thing...to be broken. He's so much more at ease with us being broken then trying to give off a perception of anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to a place of accepting what He already knows, sees and loves, so as to grow closer to Him and stronger for Him. A pretty important life goal to have...a goal that takes longer for some to see than others. But in all reality, the time length doesn't matter to Him...the commitment to that goal is what matters in His eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-1576973910067324057?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/1576973910067324057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=1576973910067324057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1576973910067324057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1576973910067324057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/12/brokenness.html' title='Brokenness'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SO2kh7fqPlI/AAAAAAAAAWs/57zFf4y5uTc/s72-c/HPIM5498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-2492616574330556531</id><published>2008-09-08T13:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:44:59.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SMWAZPv0VXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mPOpDLCLJT8/s1600-h/July+2007+520a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243738512354989426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SMWAZPv0VXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mPOpDLCLJT8/s400/July+2007+520a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“The Christian self-image means understanding that your worth is found in your amazing dignity as God's image bearer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Point of Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/19806341-2492616574330556531?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/2492616574330556531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=2492616574330556531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2492616574330556531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2492616574330556531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/09/worth.html' title='Worth...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SMWAZPv0VXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mPOpDLCLJT8/s72-c/July+2007+520a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-8676253823974481321</id><published>2008-09-06T21:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:55:08.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains Blocking the View of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Isn't it interesting how seeing the face of God may very well entail gazing deeply into our own, regardless of our fear of that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's not that I have completely forgot about blogging...I simply haven't been able to write for a variety of reasons...busyness of life, because I didn't want to write posts if they had a dark feeling looming over them, plain old writer's block to name a few...but I decided if I waited for an optimum time to write, or for the right words to hit the screen, then I'd never write. The comment above came in an email and got me thinking. I figured if I saved it at this venue, eventually I would make it around to attempting to write something...so here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer's entailed a lot for me...one thing I've come away with is that I want to know God deeper, and also, truly know &amp;amp; see myself as He does. I'm at a point where I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get there. I know by even saying those words that it opens things up in the spiritual realm, 'cause there's that realm out there that really doesn't want us to draw closer to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above quote was stated to me by a friend. It is indeed very interesting. There are monkeys that get on people's backs and in their faces. But sometimes the biggest obstacle that's in the way of us seeing God's face is ourselves. And to make that mountain even bigger is the fear of having to truly look in the mirror, see ourselves for who we are (the person He knows we are...loves deeply...and accepts right where we're at, not expecting anymore than that) and offer that same grace and acceptance that He offers us every moment of each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for some people this is an easy task. For me it's NEVER been an easy task. My hope is that one day it will be an easier thing for me to do. I long for that day. I long for the peace, strength, renewal, joy and deep communion that will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to this song a fair bit today. Seemed like a fitting way to end this post. It talks about some of those mountains that block the view of God. It's also a good reminder about the fact you will always come upon forks in the road of life...and you have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consciously&lt;/span&gt; make a decision at every one. You can continue to reach out for help and guidance even when it's difficult. He knows the situation...He'll reach back, meet you right where you're at and pour out all you need to continue. The difficulty comes when you make the second decision and choose to not reach out and allow yourself to be drowned with all He has, and wants, to offer. The choice to walk down a path alone and without direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like an easy thing to write in black and white, but not always so easy when faced with the decision in real time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Kara Williamson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forgive me Lord for I have sinned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I've been places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should never have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm tired of feeling guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost in a whirlwind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A thunderstorm raging deep within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And only You can save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord come and save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are my sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are my rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even when it's raining inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You fill my heart with sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are the silver line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Making all things beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bursting through each cloud of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You fill my heart with sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I lift my hands to greet the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And praise You through each drop of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For hope could never disappoint me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Light of the world come pouring down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till in Your glory I am drowned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And only You can save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know You can save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord let Your love rain down on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord let Your glory come and set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-8676253823974481321?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/8676253823974481321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=8676253823974481321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/8676253823974481321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/8676253823974481321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/09/mountains-blocking-view-of-god.html' title='Mountains Blocking the View of God'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-9105517924667617030</id><published>2008-06-18T09:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:47:07.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless and Be Blessed</title><content type='html'>When I was over at &lt;a href="http://justsoyouallknow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Just so you'll know&lt;/a&gt; I had a chance to watch this link &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfeXxkbgCVE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LfeXxkbgCVE&lt;/a&gt;. It was a good way to start today. Reminded me of something my friend often says...bless and be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-9105517924667617030?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/9105517924667617030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=9105517924667617030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/9105517924667617030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/9105517924667617030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/06/bless-and-be-blessed.html' title='Bless and Be Blessed'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-926347405449056287</id><published>2008-06-17T22:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:08:56.216-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>A Little Worship Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SFiU5m1RJII/AAAAAAAAAWE/MZrlqdeceww/s1600-h/HPIM5478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213080286078772354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SFiU5m1RJII/AAAAAAAAAWE/MZrlqdeceww/s400/HPIM5478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've had the chance to attend one full night and another partial night of a "Worship Module" being held at my church. Being that it's smack in the midst of soccer season, to even attend a little bit is a good thing. Anyhow, last week I came back to work and decided I just wanted to spend some time photographing the back wall of our church. We have this really awesome mural at the back. I know that everyone who looks at the mural sees different things, but I took the opportunity to take some close up pics for specific reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when I look at the first one, it reminds of the fact that my church is a sanctuary. When I'm in a bad spot, I like to go to the church and just be. I like the image of the church because it reminds me of ours. We are a unique and loving bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SFiUSqKD4qI/AAAAAAAAAV0/XxOacMUZCZY/s1600-h/HPIM5480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213079616956392098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SFiUSqKD4qI/AAAAAAAAAV0/XxOacMUZCZY/s400/HPIM5480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the image of the guy. He's looking forward and not backwards. Exactly how we're supposed to be. We can't change the past, can't be consumed by the immediate happenings of today...we have to be living with the end in mind. Fix our eyes on the end, realizing that there'll be many twists and turns, detours and dead-ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I took more, but I'm not going to put them all up...it's late and been a very busy week...let's face it, I'm tired! If you want to see a full size shot of the mural and reason for it's happening, you can go &lt;a href="http://northvus.blogspot.com/2005/10/was-only-joke.html"&gt;http://northvus.blogspot.com/2005/10/was-only-joke.html&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://northvus.blogspot.com/2006/05/depth-to-surface.html"&gt;http://northvus.blogspot.com/2006/05/depth-to-surface.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to say it's definately been a great experience to step out and learn to worship God in different pathways other than the norm. Especially through photography and art, as they are very refreshing to me. I think there's a lot of freedom in learning to worship your way, despite whether it's the way those around you would choose to enter in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice that He brings those life lessons, especially in the midst of life running at insane paces. That's a real sweet blessing...&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/19806341-926347405449056287?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/926347405449056287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=926347405449056287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/926347405449056287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/926347405449056287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-worship-photography.html' title='A Little Worship Photography'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/SFiU5m1RJII/AAAAAAAAAWE/MZrlqdeceww/s72-c/HPIM5478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-3089849152989283569</id><published>2008-05-21T07:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:44:07.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valuable Words</title><content type='html'>I received an email yesterday with some pretty good life lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DON'T HURT ANYONE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It only takes a few seconds to hurt people you love, and it can take years to heal."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE TODAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There are two eternities that can really break you down. Yesterday and Tomorrow. One is gone and the other doesn't exist...so live today."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARRIAGE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do not marry a person that you know that you can live with; only marry someone that you cannot live without."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Money can buy everything but happiness."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It takes years to build trust and a few seconds to destroy it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALUE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is most valuable is not what you have in your life, but who you have in your life."&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/19806341-3089849152989283569?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/3089849152989283569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=3089849152989283569' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3089849152989283569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3089849152989283569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/05/valuable-words.html' title='Valuable Words'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-5994329233133673795</id><published>2008-05-20T16:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:37:58.064-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Carrying Arms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He Will Carry Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Mark Schultz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call, You hear me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; lost it all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it’s more than I can bear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re strong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m weary &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;holdin&lt;/span&gt;’ on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;givin&lt;/span&gt;’ in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still You’re with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even though I’m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;walkin&lt;/span&gt;’ through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The valley of the shadow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will hold tight to the hand of Him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whose love will comfort me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when all hope is gone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been wounded in the battle &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is all the strength that I will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And He will carry me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m broken &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But You alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can mend this heart of mine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re always with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even though I feel so lonely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; never been before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never said it would be easy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But You said you’d see me through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This song has been playing the last couple of days in my van, at some point during my trek. I've been digging deep the past while. Looking towards Him and trying hard to see the many blessings through the storm(s). Funny how storms come in a variety of forms. For our house it's seemed like endless illness or pesky childhood bugs and also through simply the busyness of life and constant demands that simply come from all the different aspects of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of prayers have been lifted up from my mouth, to simply give me strength to endure what's ahead. To be a beacon of light in whatever situation arises. And for it to be all Him and not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't ever promise this life would be easy. If anything, The Word tells that it won't be easy, especially when you stand up and proclaim Him as your Saviour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But He did sacrifice His life for us. And He will stand by us through the storms, through the life decisions we make and even when we are alone, we are never really alone, because He's always there, ready to carry someone when they feel they can't take another step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you'll hold on to me for dear life," says God, "I'll get you out of any trouble. I'll give you the best of care if you'll only get to know and trust me. Call me and I'll answer, be at your side in bad times; I'll rescue you, then throw you a party. I'll give you a long life, give you a long drink of salvation!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Psalm 91.14-16&lt;/strong&gt;&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/19806341-5994329233133673795?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/5994329233133673795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=5994329233133673795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5994329233133673795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5994329233133673795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/05/carrying-arms.html' title='Carrying Arms...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-1955617908080656838</id><published>2008-05-02T08:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:18:36.752-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Drowning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;40 Days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(by Mark Schultz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord, I came to the mountaintop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt Your grace falling down like rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I was made new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But there are times like now when I’m all dried out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it’s like 40 days out in the desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling like I’m lost forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And crying out for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But in these 40 days I’m going to seek You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With my heart because I believe You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have brought me to this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These 40 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord, Your ways are not my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I trust You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord, You say, “You are not alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For I am with you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But there are times like now when You can’t be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Cause You are with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You never leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even when my world turns upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Cause there are times like now when I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, there is a light at the end of the tunnel…I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like this song today. I feel like I'm lost and drowning...that life's crushing down and I can't catch my breath. The peace of God feels so far away. It really sucks. Shouldn't be that way, but life right now seems as far away from peace as you can possibly get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-1955617908080656838?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/1955617908080656838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=1955617908080656838' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1955617908080656838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1955617908080656838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/02/drowning.html' title='Drowning...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-178270360562173394</id><published>2008-04-13T08:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:55:28.603-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Offerings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Offering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(by The Longing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay it all down, my dreams and my crowns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord, I surrender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I lay it all down, my fear and my doubt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord I surrender, Lord I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart like never before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart like never before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord, I wanna give you everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna give you everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my offering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength, enough for today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord, I surrender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Show me your way, give me the grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord to surrender, Lord I surrender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have, I bring to You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To You, Lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this song on a CD my hubby got from Promise Keepers (well, actually, I looked at the CD as I was registering him on-line and purchased it :D). He likes the CD, but I really knew I would like it as well. Some days I guess I'm a little sneaky...tend to get like that when it comes to music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually while I sit here typing this song is playing on my iPod. It's become like a daily prayer for me. Life has been going at a really insane pace. It's a pace which would usually drive me over the edge, but I've been working to do changes and apparently they seem to be having some effect. Thank you for that one!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had two deaths in our family the past three weeks, one funeral last week which I couldn't attend due to distance and one tomorrow that I will attend on behalf of my family, as they won't be able to attend this one. That's been 5 deaths since January (two of my extended family, my friend who lost her battle with cancer, one person I knew from youth group person and a next door neighbour I grew up playing and going to school with)...there tends to come a point when you dread answering the phone in some aspects. Honestly don't know what the voice will say on the other end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's brought to the forefront of my mind how important it is to realize we ultimately have no control. Life becomes a different ballgame when that's completely accepted. Some days it's really hard. Some days I feel like there's nothing to even offer up to Him to use, but He simply asks us to bring what we have, surrender it completely and willingly to Him and He'll use it in ways we can't even comprehend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I prepare for this day, and prepare to be with family (most who don't know Him) tomorrow, as they mourn, I simply say to Him, "Here's all of me...I'm bringing it to You...use this offering in the way You see most fitting...I'll listen for what You lead and will follow!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-178270360562173394?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/178270360562173394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=178270360562173394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/178270360562173394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/178270360562173394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/04/offerings.html' title='Offerings'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-5922863985118833923</id><published>2008-03-30T16:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:08:56.418-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Empty Canvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R_AVoIO9thI/AAAAAAAAAVs/osJ4CxFb3_s/s1600-h/pollock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183666950252639762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R_AVoIO9thI/AAAAAAAAAVs/osJ4CxFb3_s/s400/pollock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the past month, due to a lot of circumstances, I've found myself drawn back to writing. Am beginning to want to pick back up the journals I placed down quite a while ago. I am very slowly also starting to put pencil, colour and paint to paper and draw and paint my prayers, frustrations and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I drew out an image which had been in my dreams the previous nights before. The truth is that a lot of people would probably look at it and not understand why I would draw it. But, once it began to take shape, clarity began to come, in terms of what it meant. I drew a pencil outline of an image of half a Gerbera daisy and the other half of the sheet of paper was painted black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prompting of what the picture meant was that we are beautifully created by God. There's a part of us already visible to ourselves and the people around us, but there's still a whole other part that is yet to be discovered. He deeply knows every part of us, especially that darkened part and in His perfect timing, will reveal more and more pieces of the puzzle to us and those around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've continued to look at this image over the passing days and contemplate on the meaning, I realize that there are many decisions we are called to make. They make no sense at the time...they might very well cut deep and hurt to make them...they might cause anger, confusion, pain, etc. But even as we make them, He knows what the end result of the picture will ultimately be. That decision is one small piece in a huge puzzle yet to be uncovered and pieced together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end He wraps round us with deep love and understanding when those hard decisions are made, simply for the fact we step out in blind faith, despite how hard the results of those actions might feel afterwards. For me, there's great comfort in that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-5922863985118833923?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/5922863985118833923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=5922863985118833923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5922863985118833923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5922863985118833923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/03/pieces-of-puzzle.html' title='Empty Canvas'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R_AVoIO9thI/AAAAAAAAAVs/osJ4CxFb3_s/s72-c/pollock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-6818008341468423215</id><published>2008-03-28T17:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:41:46.109-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Engulfing Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Cling to the Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(by Paul Baloche)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cling to the cross and everything it means&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the only hope there is for saving me&lt;br /&gt;For without Your great mercy&lt;br /&gt;I would be forever lost&lt;br /&gt;With a thankful heart I come&lt;br /&gt;And cling to the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the empty tomb&lt;br /&gt;Promises I have in You arise&lt;br /&gt;I was made alive in You&lt;br /&gt;Everything You said was true&lt;br /&gt;You suffered, died, and rose to bring us life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cling to the cross and everything it means&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the only hope there is for saving me&lt;br /&gt;For without Your great mercy&lt;br /&gt;I would be forever lost&lt;br /&gt;With a thankful heart I come (Jesus I come)&lt;br /&gt;With a thankful heart I come&lt;br /&gt;With a thankful heart I come and cling to the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world behind me, the cross before me&lt;br /&gt;The world behind me, the cross before me&lt;br /&gt;The world behind me, the cross before me&lt;br /&gt;No turning back, no turning back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to listen to this song this morning. It ministered to me and reassured of His deep presence right now. This morning, I sat in quietness of His presence. No matter what might be on my heart, I'm so very grateful for the cross and I cling to it. It's the foundation that wraps around even when nothing makes sense. Some days there is a sense of joy and other days are those where that uncertainty and those questions are heavy and you simply cry out for His presence to wrap around and engulf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be still, and know that I am God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Psalm 46:10(a)&lt;/span&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/19806341-6818008341468423215?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/6818008341468423215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=6818008341468423215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6818008341468423215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6818008341468423215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cling-to-cross-by-paul-baloche-i.html' title='Engulfing Presence'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-5618332439660365557</id><published>2008-03-27T19:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:08:56.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disheartened Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R-xOZYO9tgI/AAAAAAAAAVg/pd9es0YL2N8/s1600-h/HPIM2166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182603469105509890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R-xOZYO9tgI/AAAAAAAAAVg/pd9es0YL2N8/s400/HPIM2166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He told them, "You don't get to know the time. Timing is the Father's business. What you'll get is the Holy Spirit. And when the Holy Spirit comes on you, you will be able to be my witnesses in Jerusalem, all over Judea and Samaria, even to the ends of the world." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Acts 1.7-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been praying up a decision for a while. I came to a really hard conclusion today. Have to say that I haven't felt this way since we made the decision to move a few years ago. My heart hurts really bad tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few reasons for choosing this picture to accompany my post. First, the decision involved where this picture was taken. Second, this was a very peaceful place for me. It was quiet and refreshing. Lastly, it portrays for me the mixture of the heart I'm feeling right now - a place that's a little dark, disheartening and resigned, but yet is peaceful and securely in the hand of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to get my head around this decision. I'm still trying to get my head around where God's direction will lead next. If it will ever lead back to the place so firmly on my heart. I'm trying hard to understand and simply rest in the 'peace that passes all understanding'. I have to admit that I'm struggling big time with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here, I truly believe He understands those disheartening feelings, those feelings of resignment. He calls us to make decisions we don't always understand or like. I don't think He expects us to always be able to do it with a joyful heart and spirit. It's just simply expected we'll follow on what is felt that He's leading and know that even though we might not understand things now, the picture will unfold in His perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I said, "I'm slipping, I'm falling," your love, God, took hold and held me fast. When I was upset and beside myself, you calmed me down and cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Psalm 94.18-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-5618332439660365557?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/5618332439660365557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=5618332439660365557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5618332439660365557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5618332439660365557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/03/disheartened-spirit_27.html' title='Disheartened Spirit'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R-xOZYO9tgI/AAAAAAAAAVg/pd9es0YL2N8/s72-c/HPIM2166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-2169922771413946895</id><published>2008-03-26T14:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:08:56.874-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Rhythms of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R-qyKYO9tcI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OGSwYYgoGgI/s1600-h/2007+Canoe+trip+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182150212616828354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R-qyKYO9tcI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OGSwYYgoGgI/s400/2007+Canoe+trip+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Matthew 11.28-30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm currently in the midst of a Bible study assignment, where I'm supposed to find verses which speak of resting in God. Seems really fitting for me...I was actually relieved when our study group took a turn this way. I think sometimes people think I'm clueless in observing the chaotic nature of my life. I'm not...I'm very well away of the chaos which is so often there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are many moments when I long for that chaos to be replaced with peace and gentler rhythm of life. And sometimes it does simply happen on its own and other times there needs to be a push in some way, shape or form, in order for that change of pace to occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what keeps coming to my mind lately is the fact we so often want to be a help to the people around us. We want to be that support and help with taking some of the chaos away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; life, but it's not our responsibility. Even though we might see it and know that they are heading to disaster, sometimes lessons simply have to be learned. Many times those lessons come in ways we might not understand at all or like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was away for a few days with my family. It was truly amazing to me, how simply by taking us away from our environment and responsibilities, that rest came. We were able to live at a slower pace...just hang out and actually have time to talk. It also gave time for silence and time with God. And many revelations came from that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realization came that you don't always have to be talking when you are meeting with God. There are times when there might be complete and utter silence. That's okay...maybe it simply means that it's been way too long since you've met together and you need to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reacquainted&lt;/span&gt; before conversations starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really resting in Matthew 11.28-30. It's one of my favorite passages of scripture. It brings much comfort and peace...&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/19806341-2169922771413946895?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/2169922771413946895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=2169922771413946895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2169922771413946895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2169922771413946895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/03/rhythms-of-life.html' title='Rhythms of Life'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R-qyKYO9tcI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OGSwYYgoGgI/s72-c/2007+Canoe+trip+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4649073801200175386</id><published>2008-03-10T13:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:08:57.065-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Unique Blockheads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R9WKlQWMiUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_jOwYEJPDT8/s1600-h/blockheads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176195719380109634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R9WKlQWMiUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_jOwYEJPDT8/s400/blockheads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now the body is not made up of one part but of many. If the foot should say, "Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body," it would not for that reason cease to be part of the body. And if the ear should say, "Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body," it would not for that reason cease to be part of the body. If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be? But in fact God has arranged the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. If they were all one part, where would the body be? As it is, there are many parts, but one body. The eye cannot say to the hand, "I don't need you!" And the head cannot say to the feet, "I don't need you!" On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, and the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor. And the parts that are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unpresentable&lt;/span&gt; are treated with special modesty, while our presentable parts need no special treatment. But God has combined the members of the body and has given greater honor to the parts that lacked it, so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.&lt;br /&gt;(1 Corinthians 12.14-26)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage of scripture was one of the ones read yesterday in the sermon. I've been thinking about it a lot. It actually hit me quite hard, as I read it. I try my hardest to make sure I don't portray an attitude of being better than anyone else. But the fact of the matter is that as I walked into church yesterday, I was having trouble seeing my purpose. I was battling through what tangible things I actually offer to those around me. So as I sit here today, I still am contemplating through those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was on the cover of our bulletin this weekend. I really liked it. And the cool thing about a picture is the fact that depending on who looks at it, we will get a wide variety of commentaries on what it stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who visits this blog knows I talk quite often about thinking outside of the box. But when I look at this picture right now, it brings to mind the fact that we all have a box we live in...they are all unique...some longer, some wider, some tall, some short, some newer, some ragged...but no matter what their appearance, they are all special and all have a purpose. They are specially chosen for the person who lives within it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year I've been trying hard to reach to the far corners of my box and have been trying hard to be content with where I've been placed, no matter what the circumstances. Honestly, that's easier said than done some days. I have days where I can't see the purpose of my box even being where it is. I have days where I question whether or not I'm the correct person to even have ownership of that box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all have a purpose. I know it would be a much easier life if we all knew that and believed it all the time. But I also think that there are times when He's okay with us questioning that purpose and place. For me, that questioning allows a fair amount of growth. It allows me to seek out the strength I need to endure a situation which is occurring. It allows me to find the faith to carry on, even when I can't fathom that it would lead to anything positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm 'contemplating the medical maze'...trying to understand what makes no sense. Trying to deal with what's dealt in a positive way, so that despair doesn't set in. I'm looking at the blessings in my life, as then the spotlight is taken away from what I can't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look at the picture again, I'm also trying hard to carry my box in my arms, as then I'm not totally consumed with me. Then I will be able to see the people around me and serve them in whatever way I can at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance with the measure of faith God has given you. Just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, so in Christ we who are many form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. We have different gifts, according to the grace given us. If a man's gift is prophesying, let him use it in proportion to his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;faith. If it is serving, let him serve; if it is teaching, let him teach; if it is encouraging, let him encourage; if it is contributing to the needs of others, let him give generously; if it is leadership, let him govern diligently; if it is showing mercy, let him do it cheerfully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Romans 12.3-8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R9WJKQWMiTI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gtnsTZX5_gQ/s1600-h/blockheads.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-4649073801200175386?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4649073801200175386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4649073801200175386' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4649073801200175386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4649073801200175386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/03/unique-boxes.html' title='Unique Blockheads'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R9WKlQWMiUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_jOwYEJPDT8/s72-c/blockheads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-8939768781091822888</id><published>2008-03-05T18:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:31:09.983-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>God-Honouring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Romans 12.1-21&lt;br /&gt;Place Your Life Before God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don't become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You'll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking to you out of deep gratitude for all that God has given me, and especially as I have responsibilities in relation to you. Living then, as every one of you does, in pure grace, it's important that you not misinterpret yourselves as people who are bringing this goodness to God. No, God brings it all to you. The only accurate way to understand ourselves is by what God is and by what he does for us, not by what we are and what we do for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this way we are like the various parts of a human body. Each part gets its meaning from the body as a whole, not the other way around. The body we're talking about is Christ's body of chosen people. Each of us finds our meaning and function as a part of his body. But as a chopped-off finger or cut-off toe we wouldn't amount to much, would we? So since we find ourselves fashioned into all these excellently formed and marvelously functioning parts in Christ's body, let's just go ahead and be what we were made to be, without enviously or pridefully comparing ourselves with each other, or trying to be something we aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you preach, just preach God's Message, nothing else; if you help, just help, don't take over; if you teach, stick to your teaching; if you give encouraging guidance, be careful that you don't get bossy; if you're put in charge, don't manipulate; if you're called to give aid to people in distress, keep your eyes open and be quick to respond; if you work with the disadvantaged, don't let yourself get irritated with them or depressed by them. Keep a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from the center of who you are; don't fake it. Run for dear life from evil; hold on for dear life to good. Be good friends who love deeply; practice playing second fiddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't burn out; keep yourselves fueled and aflame. Be alert servants of the Master, cheerfully expectant. Don't quit in hard times; pray all the harder. Help needy Christians; be inventive in hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless your enemies; no cursing under your breath. Laugh with your happy friends when they're happy; share tears when they're down. Get along with each other; don't be stuck-up. Make friends with nobodies; don't be the great somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hit back; discover beauty in everyone. If you've got it in you, get along with everybody. Don't insist on getting even; that's not for you to do. "I'll do the judging," says God. "I'll take care of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Scriptures tell us that if you see your enemy hungry, go buy that person lunch, or if he's thirsty, get him a drink. Your generosity will surprise him with goodness. Don't let evil get the best of you; get the best of evil by doing good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've probably posted this scripture before. I shared with the older kids of our church on Sunday, that this is the passage I go to when I'm angry or sad. Then I went into a talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lanka&lt;/span&gt;, sour skittles, masks and loving people and being there for them in all circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, this is the passage I go to in all circumstances, especially when I'm wanting to 'turtle' and put a mask over my life. Right now I'm in this weird twist of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;, questioning, a lot of tiredness, some anger and sheer frustration. I asked a friend today about discouragement and how it works into the Christian life. Their answer was that it's a honest response to what's taking place. That you can't stuff it or deny it or it will live within you and turn you into a person of despair. They ended with these words..."the trick is to meaningfully express it in such a way that God is honoured."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sit and contemplate as to how I can meaningfully express things and honour God, especially when I'm fighting that urge to just 'turtle' and mask...basically stuff and deny it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-8939768781091822888?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/8939768781091822888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=8939768781091822888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/8939768781091822888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/8939768781091822888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-honouring.html' title='God-Honouring?'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-6917430516504244249</id><published>2008-02-29T22:45:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:08:57.404-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Processing A Lot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R8jg2BGjiII/AAAAAAAAAUY/nwC1Ia6DWec/s1600-h/2007+Canoe+trip+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172631390648502402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R8jg2BGjiII/AAAAAAAAAUY/nwC1Ia6DWec/s400/2007+Canoe+trip+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All My Praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow You through green pastures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And sing hallelujah to Your Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will follow You through dark disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And sing hallelujah through the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even in the shadow of death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will praise You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And even in the valley I will say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, My God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are worthy of all my praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holy, My God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are worthy of all my praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are seated on your throne in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And You see all of us down here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And You have promised You will not abandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I shall not fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even in the shadow of death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will praise You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And even in the valley I will say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, My God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are worthy of all my praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holy, My God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are worthy of all my praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made every star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And You taught it how to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You knew my name before there was time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all this was just part of Your glorious design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, My God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are worthy of all my praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holy, My God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are worthy of all my praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have listened to this song a lot today. It goes hand in hand with the thought that if you praise, you'll have trouble staying discouraged. It's definitely been an interesting week. Just received news from home that our old next neighbour's child died early this morning. He was a year younger than me. He had cancer, but had won that battle. We grew up together, went to school together. It's a tragedy for his family...this year is the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year anniversary of his sister dying...another family member was buried a few weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just don't understand at this moment. But then again, we're not supposed to always understand what's going down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-6917430516504244249?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/6917430516504244249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=6917430516504244249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6917430516504244249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6917430516504244249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-understand.html' title='Processing A Lot...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R8jg2BGjiII/AAAAAAAAAUY/nwC1Ia6DWec/s72-c/2007+Canoe+trip+156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-1558841418811755463</id><published>2008-02-29T16:56:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:08:58.063-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Torn Up Inside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R8iTMxGjiHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8Zd0AJ2aeUU/s1600-h/HPIM5203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172546019583559794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R8iTMxGjiHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8Zd0AJ2aeUU/s400/HPIM5203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Bebo Norman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take these hands and lift them up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For I have not the strength to praise You near enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For I have nothing, I have nothing without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take my voice and pour it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let it sing the songs of mercy I have found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For I have nothing, I have nothing without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All my soul needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is all Your love to cover me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So all the world will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I have nothing without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take my body and build it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May it be broken as an offering of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For I have nothing, I have nothing without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All my soul needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is all Your love to cover me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So all the world will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I have nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With all my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With all my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With all my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With all the strength that I can find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take my time here on this earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And let it glorify all that You are worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For I am nothing, I am nothing without You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This song was playing in the van as I drove the kids to swimming lessons yesterday. It brought me to a place of wiping the tears away as I drove...they simply wouldn't stop. You see, it's been a hard week. A precious woman of God in my life went into the palliative care unit on Monday. I knew there was a chance it would come, but continued to hold on strong to the possibility of God performing a beautiful miracle by restoring her body from the cancer that ravaged her body. But yesterday morning, as I answered the phone at work, I received the call that she had passed away. I never prepared myself for the fact I might be the one who took that call and it rocked me more than I ever could have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R8iS7RGjiGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/g_2tX0QAeZ4/s1600-h/HPIM5164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172545718935849058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R8iS7RGjiGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/g_2tX0QAeZ4/s400/HPIM5164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we haven't been in this city quite 3 years yet, so a lot would probably look and say I didn't know her that well so why would I be so upset. But I had the privilege of being friends with her baby brother and his wife in our previous city. When she first got sick with cancer, I began to pray alongside her family, despite the fact I didn't know the sound of her voice or what she looked like or what her family looked like. But even then I knew she was precious and a faithful and loving woman of God, because I saw her through her baby brother's family's eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then when we moved, I finally met her and she was so very precious. We made memories talking in the front foyer of the church, at our time around the Wednesday prayer circle, watching kids for the M2M group, having coffee together, etc. She was truly special. She was one of the few people who sensed when I was sick and would call and just talk with me. Every time that occurred I was strengthened and encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R8iSqhGjiFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/lyVkJy8vNiU/s1600-h/HPIM5259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172545431173040210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R8iSqhGjiFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/lyVkJy8vNiU/s400/HPIM5259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't think I was nearly as faithful a friend to her as she was to me. Being a young mom ends up making life insane sometimes, especially when I was homeschooling. Deep down I know she knew how much I loved and appreciated her, despite that busyness that occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I may not have known her as long as others around me, but I loved her. You couldn't not love her once you knew her. She was an example to me of how to live for Christ, to be a wife and a mom. I didn't get to see her in the hospital this week...when I was there, I wanted the family to have as much time with her as possible. I did bring sustenance and spend time with with her family. I believe that's what I was supposed to do and if the roles had been reversed, exactly what she would have done. In the words of my husband..."she knew you were there." Now I will pray alongside them and be there in whatever tangible way is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R8iSYRGjiEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Plny5GDpzxM/s1600-h/HPIM5159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172545117640427586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R8iSYRGjiEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Plny5GDpzxM/s400/HPIM5159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed to see her a few weeks ago and spent an hour talking with her. She talked with me about the importance of balance in my life....with work and my family. She made me promise to unplug my phone on my days off (or at least stringently use my caller ID). She took so much comfort in my sharing how our work team was faithful about watching each other's back and lifting each other and our families up in prayer. She stressed over and over again the importance of my kids and family and that at the end of the day, they are all that truly matters. We do the things we do for their well-being and only have a short time with them, so we need to embrace it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words, that time and all the other memories of being with my friend are speaking deeply to me today. I know they will continue to speak deeply, as I work through why she left this earth at the age of 46, when in my mind, she had so many years left to live out with her husband and kids. I know she wants us to have peace in knowing she was ready to go home and be with her Father. And eventually that will come, but I think for a time, there will be a tearing up inside and longing for what's been lost. In my mind, that's perfectly okay! It's normal and healthy...there would be more questions I believe if that didn't occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The pictures throughout this post are some that I took with my kids this weekend. We simply picked up the camera and had some fun together. Yes, I'm on the infamous Facebook and created an album which will house pictures of simply embracing the blessings in this life. I said in the description that to many, it will simply be a bunch of pictures, but every time I look at it, I will always remember my friend, the times we spent together and drink deeply from the love, advice, care and concern she always offered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who welcomes you welcomes me. And anyone who welcomes me welcomes the One who sent me. Suppose someone welcomes a prophet as a prophet. That one will receive a prophet's reward. And suppose someone welcomes a godly person as a godly person. That one will receive a godly person's reward. Suppose someone gives even a cup of cold water to a little one who follows me. What I'm about to tell you is true. That one will certainly be rewarded."&lt;br /&gt;~ Matthew 10.40-42 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/19806341-1558841418811755463?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/1558841418811755463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=1558841418811755463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1558841418811755463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1558841418811755463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/02/torn-up-inside_29.html' title='Torn Up Inside...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R8iTMxGjiHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8Zd0AJ2aeUU/s72-c/HPIM5203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-7872989010690168428</id><published>2008-02-01T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T11:17:54.652-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Living With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The real problem is not why some pious, humble, believing people suffer, but why some do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ C.S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote is laying heavy on my heart today. I'm a thinker and often find myself trying to figure things out. But some things, especially those about suffering and the rhyme and reason to it, we're just not supposed to ever completely understand. He understands and has a glorious plan in it all, even when it might not seem that way through the suffering, pain, grief, sorrow and so many other things so evident in today's world. The job for us to simply trust His plan and know that He wants the best and that things don't have to always be good in order for His best to shine through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, I'm reminded of just living this life in the present. My little girl's dancing around the room singing to her CD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God help me remember what I need to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Help me serve others in everything I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I'm walking, when I'm running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I'm standing or when I'm jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every step I take, every move I make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It must be done in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything I say, everything I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It must be done in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, it must be done in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, it must be done in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It must be done in love...hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Group Seregenti Trek VBS CD, Sing, Play and Roar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need understand everything, even though things sometimes are confusing, hurt and break our heart. We just need to live for him...shine for Him in all we do...and we can simply do this by living in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-7872989010690168428?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/7872989010690168428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=7872989010690168428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7872989010690168428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7872989010690168428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/01/living-with-love.html' title='Living With Love'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4503142443537761493</id><published>2008-01-24T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:21:50.911-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not By Might&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Robin Mark)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not by might, nor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ev&lt;/span&gt; - en power,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But by your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spir&lt;/span&gt; - it O Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal - er of hearts, Bind - er of wounds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lives that are lost, re - store&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flow through this land, Till eve - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ry&lt;/span&gt; man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Prai&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ses&lt;/span&gt; Your name once more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang this song with my worship team a couple of weeks ago. It's been in my mind ever since. Such a strong portrayal of who He is and how much He truly loves us. His deepest desire is for every person to praise His name and know Him deeply. To be in communion with Him and know Him as their healer, restorer, comforter, loving father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail so often, but at the end of day He's there to pick me up. Always by my side, allowing me to live this life with free will, but always willing to grant His mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overwhelmed by this tonight...truly overwhelmed. It's a blessing beyond words or description...one that deserves continuous thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-4503142443537761493?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4503142443537761493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4503142443537761493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4503142443537761493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4503142443537761493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/01/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4492687266337839471</id><published>2008-01-14T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:15:23.644-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>The Time or The Hour</title><content type='html'>As I sit here typing, my mind's a lot of kilometers away in my home town. My friend and his family and their friends are preparing to say goodbye to their daughter, sister, aunt, friend and everything else she was. See I knew his sister...my sister worked with her. We had just recently found each other on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;...this online avenue which has become a huge way of reconnection for me with people from the past. A week ago today, she came home, said hello to her family and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event rocked me. Drove home the point of concentrating on what's important, not living with regret or withholding things until tomorrow, because you never know what lies ahead in the future. So as I sit and type, this family is heavy on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began the day out reading Chapter 39: Balancing Your Life and Chapter 40: Living With Purpose out of the Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren. There have been a lot of changes already made in my life and our house, in order to try and achieve a better sense of balance and time together. I believe there will always continue to be things that need tweaked and changed, but the important thing is being aware of the fact that will probably have to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about many things read this morning. This passage was one of many which has been at the forefront...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How do you know when God is at the centre of your life? When God's at the centre, you worship. When he's not, you worry. Worry is the warning light that God has been shoved to the sideline. The moment you put him back at the centre, you will have peace again." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I shared with friends earlier this week that despite the illness which has been plaguing our family and the busyness of work and life, I'm very much at peace and that's really all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was the first week absent of my previous leadership responsibility and I simply stayed home with my family and it was truly awesome to just be. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you are a parent, part of your mission is to raise your children to know Christ, to help them understand his purposes for their lives, and to send them out on their mission in the world." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am so thankful for the grace that is offered to me through His amazing love and through the love and devotion of my family. I lost sight of my mission for a bit, but am working to balance things back where they need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fact that this life is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;continual&lt;/span&gt; work in progress...I am very thankful. We learn from the experiences of the past and they build into us, to mold changed thinking towards the future. But at the end of day, it simply matters that you loved and embraced the people He's brought into your life. It simply matters that you tried your best to shine for Him in all circumstances, no matter what they were. We don't know how long our time is here. There's not time to take a second of it for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-4492687266337839471?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4492687266337839471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4492687266337839471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4492687266337839471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4492687266337839471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-or-hour.html' title='The Time or The Hour'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-198505527477735089</id><published>2008-01-05T07:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:09:07.937-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>A New Day...A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Listen to your heart, it is speaking God's message to you. A healthy, relaxed, less involved Cinder is more productive then a burnt out Cinder. If you are doing God's work then you don't have to feel guilty when you say you can not do everything that is being asked of you...people burden you with to much, not God! Feel the freedom God is giving you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been blogging nearly as much as I was this time last year. There's lots of reasons for that one. Life is busier and when I do have down time, I sometimes just want to be with my family, listen to music, be quiet, etc. I haven't had the creative juices flowing either, which makes it difficult for me to sit down and write, because I don't like to force writing. There's no real purpose in that for me. I also have been introduced to the world of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and have been spending time there, as I am communicating and reconnecting with a wide variety of people...old friends from school and youth group, other cities/churches we've lived in and been at, some blogging friends and my current friends and family as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence where this post is going. One of my good friends sent me a very special New Year's eve gift. This message above came to me in a "hatching egg"...an egg which eventually hatches out a gift for you (a reindeer dog...it was really cute)! It was such a powerful message to receive on the eve of a new year. My friend was in leadership with me and knew that I was waiting on God and trying hard to listen for His guidance regarding this leadership. It's also really hard at this time of year to listen for His guidance and word...things seem to be so hectic and loud...we had 13 people at our house this year, which was a blessing to be able to have everyone here for Christmas, but it's also really hard to find a quiet moment to reflect and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a moment where you thought you had heard what God was saying? And you set your eyes on that and grew the resolve to continue on towards this? See, this is what had happened with me. I felt heavily prompted by God that I would be stepping out of leadership of the teen girls group I was co-leading, but I thought I was supposed to finish out the year and step down in June. It made sense and felt right...I discussed it with Mr. Cinder and we seemed to agree on it as well. So that was the decision made...or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received this message from my friend, I began to wonder about the decision, but then pushed the thought aside and set my eyes back on the original decision. Our leadership team met the night of New Year's day, as we needed to have some things in place for this week coming up. God moved heavily through that meeting...opening my eyes, prompting my heart, having me see things in a completely different light. By the end of the night, I found myself saying, "I would be stepping out of leadership immediately." As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I felt this huge weight lifted off my shoulders. At that point, I truly knew the right decision had been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to someone that a lot of times at New Year's, I find myself ringing the year in, overburdened, tired, beaten down, etc. But this year has been different. Yes, I've still been tired, but there's an element of that which happens anyhow at this time of the year...I also have been battling illness and tiredness comes along with that. But, I'm actually coming into this year anticipating what He will lead and do. I'm coming into this year resting in His presence and His love...feels like I'm in the palm of His hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say today that I'm so very thankful for the people He has placed around me, to do life together and walk alongside each other...and yes, that includes each of you! I'm thankful for the fact people will say it how it is...speak the truth in love...and at the end of the day, you're still good. I'm thankful for the people He's placed around me, who will listen and offer advice only when necessary. At other times, they don't offer advice, but simply pray and allow me to listen for God and figure things out in my own timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every time you cross my mind, I break out in exclamations of thanks to God. Each exclamation is a trigger to prayer. I find myself praying for you with a glad heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Philippians 1.3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to do your will, for you are my God; may your good Spirit lead me on level ground.&lt;br /&gt;~Psalm 143:10  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/19806341-198505527477735089?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/198505527477735089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=198505527477735089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/198505527477735089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/198505527477735089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-daya-new-year.html' title='A New Day...A New Year'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-1757634958404797343</id><published>2007-12-16T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:17:14.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>In His Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold Me Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Big Daddy Weave)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sometimes my life just don't make sense at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the mountain look so big and my faith just seems so small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hold me Jesus, 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have been King of my Glory, won't You be my Prince of Peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wake up in the night and feel the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so hot inside my soul, I swear there must be blisters on my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hold me Jesus, 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have been King of my Glory, won't You be my Prince of Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrender don't come natural to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd rather fight You for something I don't really want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Than to take what you give that I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I've beat my head against so many walls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I'm falling down, I'm falling on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Salvation Army band is playing this hymn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And your grace rings out so deep it makes my resistance seem so thin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hold me Jesus, 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have been King of my Glory, won't you be my Prince of Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing, hold me Jesus, 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have been King of my glory, won't You be my Prince of Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have been King of my glory, won't You be my Prince of Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about life in your neighborhood, but life here's pretty hectic. We're preparing to house a lot of company, beginning next week and so begins the work of the 'Clean House' :D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, my writing will be short. I heard this song a couple of weeks ago and put the lyrics straight into my drafts, because I just loved it and began singing along with it like I'd know it forever. To me, it came as a timely reminder of the season we're in, the love and grace that He represents to each and every person. It also spoke truth about my humanness and the short-comings that come along with that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I sit here, I'm just enamoured by His love and what it is, to be in the palm of His hand and to be held by Him. That's truly a gift worth celebrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you...And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(1 Peter 5:6-7, 10)&lt;/span&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/19806341-1757634958404797343?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/1757634958404797343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=1757634958404797343' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1757634958404797343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1757634958404797343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-his-hand.html' title='In His Hand'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-7235121056863907894</id><published>2007-12-12T00:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:20:18.345-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinder&apos;s pen'/><title type='text'>Endless Possibilities</title><content type='html'>Some days I feel so tired,&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;In the world's eyes 'nothing' is exactly what I am,&lt;br /&gt;But in Your eyes I'm an endless possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipe the slate clean,&lt;br /&gt;And create in me a brand new canvas.&lt;br /&gt;One which You can vividly paint on,&lt;br /&gt;One which will allow for the endless possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am exactly who I'm supposed to be in Your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Help me to be that in every day life.&lt;br /&gt;Take away the masks and the fear,&lt;br /&gt;Take away the preconceived notions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draw me to your feet,&lt;br /&gt;To be surrendered in Your presence.&lt;br /&gt;To love and worship You,&lt;br /&gt;And simply be totally and completely Yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-7235121056863907894?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/7235121056863907894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=7235121056863907894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7235121056863907894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7235121056863907894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/12/endless-possibilities.html' title='Endless Possibilities'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4699929651523642420</id><published>2007-12-03T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:08:58.193-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Disruptions of Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139771720399626130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="255" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R1QjJeUEn5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/rM8SRbp_l3c/s400/balance.bmp" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everybody today seems to be in such a terrible rush, anxious for greater developments and greater riches and so on, so that children have very little time for their parents. Parents have very little time for each other, and in the home begins the disruption of peace of the world. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Mother Teresa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this quote saved in my drafts for a long time. It spoke huge amounts of truth when I read it and knew that at some point, I would actually get a chance to write on it a little bit. Being that we're into December, it seemed like a very fitting time to write this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it amazing that you can tell the month has changed around this time of year. I had to go to the store for some staples this weekend and it was a zoo. If we hadn't have really needed the milk and food, I probably would have fled the building as fast as I could, because it just brings this awful, overwhelming feeling into my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sad reality is that life is a whole lot busier now than it ever was when I was growing up as a kid. I've been taking time to reflect on this and figure out why. As a family, we're continually working on seeing whether or not we are over-committed, and that at the end of the week, we are keeping God and our family the number priority of our household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in this day and age, that has to be a huge priority of families. When our family gets '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dysfunctional&lt;/span&gt;', we look at our balance, because 9 times out of 10, we've not seen each other at all and haven't been home long enough to enjoy the safe haven of our home and the love of our family. And it's very true...if there's not peace at home, then there's not going to be peace in your life and therefore you'll take that lack of peace out into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continue to speak with our children about the fact there's lots of activities they'd probably love to be in, but you need to have balance in your life and it's never to late to begin that discipline. They are realizing that you need the quiet of those four walls called home...you need the joy and laughter of supper around the table, games played together, cuddling on the couch with popcorn to watch a movie as a family. Those things are all just as important as learning piano, taking swimming, spending time with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest truth as a parent is realizing you might not be always modelling what you're teaching. That's the goal I'm working on the hardest right now. Examining and reflecting on where my time takes me...how that time is allocated out and whether or not it's the correct balance for God, myself and my family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-4699929651523642420?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4699929651523642420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4699929651523642420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4699929651523642420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4699929651523642420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/03/disruptions-of-balance.html' title='Disruptions of Balance'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R1QjJeUEn5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/rM8SRbp_l3c/s72-c/balance.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4132355876985966250</id><published>2007-11-26T07:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:08:58.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah Baby...The Riders Are The Grey Cup Champs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R0rJRBayK0I/AAAAAAAAASI/DltYDPBqGwc/s1600-h/grey+cup.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137139619245206338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R0rJRBayK0I/AAAAAAAAASI/DltYDPBqGwc/s400/grey+cup.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yeah baby! In Canada, we have just finished celebrating Grey Cup weekend...the biggest weekend in football. And the Saskatchewan Roughriders, our hometown team were in the big game...the 95th Grey Cup...and they WON IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 18 years since the last time we celebrated this victory. It's awesome to just live life in the midst of the celebration. Our kids got to experience the "Green Mile" last night, as we drove them down our main drag, to see the victorious fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things you do in the name of making memories that don't come along very often ;D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-4132355876985966250?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4132355876985966250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4132355876985966250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4132355876985966250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4132355876985966250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-yeah-babythe-riders-are-grey-cup.html' title='Oh Yeah Baby...The Riders Are The Grey Cup Champs!!'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R0rJRBayK0I/AAAAAAAAASI/DltYDPBqGwc/s72-c/grey+cup.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-3870122491313120923</id><published>2007-11-24T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:08:58.491-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Life's Sculpting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R0gyvBayKzI/AAAAAAAAASA/IK_y4Bs39bg/s1600-h/potter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136411158432066354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R0gyvBayKzI/AAAAAAAAASA/IK_y4Bs39bg/s400/potter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two Sculptors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamed I saw a studio&lt;br /&gt;And watched two sculptors there.&lt;br /&gt;The clay they used was a child’s mind&lt;br /&gt;And they fashioned it with care. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was a teacher – the tools he used&lt;br /&gt;Were books, music, and art.&lt;br /&gt;The other; a parent, worked with a guiding hand,&lt;br /&gt;And a gentle, loving heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day after day, the teacher toiled with a touch&lt;br /&gt;That was careful, deft, and sure,&lt;br /&gt;While the parent labored by his side&lt;br /&gt;And polished and smoothed it o’er.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when at last, their task was done,&lt;br /&gt;They were proud of what they had wrought.&lt;br /&gt;For the things they had molded into the child&lt;br /&gt;Could neither be sold or bought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And each agreed they would have failed&lt;br /&gt;If either had worked alone.&lt;br /&gt;For behind the parent stood the school&lt;br /&gt;And behind the teacher, the home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anonymous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of our kids brought this home on the first or second day of school. Those close to us know that it was a very hard decision for me to make, in terms of sending Little Mister back into the school system. Only hard, in regards to why he was out of the system in the first place. I wasn't worried or overprotective, because I feel that our kids are exactly where they are supposed to be. They know the love they have at home and are secure in it. They love being around everyone they are around and all the things they are doing. Our kids are socialites, so this has been essential and a huge growth thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mr. Cinder and I had some underlying suspicions throughout last winter. Our underlying suspicions were, that part of my repeat infections and sickness on top of that was simply due to stress. The stress of trying to teach, work, manage a house, be all the hats I play. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; I wished that I could just be someone who could effectively balance everything. But now, as I look back, it wasn't a matter of not being able to effectively balance. It was a matter of trying to effectively balance things I wasn't supposed to be balancing. Yes, I'm sick right now, but this is the normal fall sickness thing...bugs that go around with our crazy weather, as it decides whether it should snow and snow good, or continue to melt away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I read this poem, it just gave huge confirmation as to the fact we had made the right decision for our family. They have been blessed with awesome teachers. There's huge communication between us and Little Mister is being offered a lot of guidance and help, in regards to his reading. I found myself saying, "It wasn't my fault. I did try hard enough. I didn't fail him." I had a friend say to me, "You have nothing to beat yourself up over...but you know that." We're seeing improvements in Little Mister. He's gaining confidence and knows that any help given will help strengthen his skills for the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As we prayed for guidance, in terms of the decisions we were making, in regards to schooling, I also prayed for something else. I prayed that life would no longer be in a 'bubble' for me. I prayed that life would have corners and that there would be opportunities for me to reach to the far corners. And He's provided them. I go into Big Mister's (our oldest son's) class once a week, to help his teacher with whatever she requires...reading with kids who are, marking, photocopying, etc. I also get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chaperone&lt;/span&gt; field trips for all the kids. I am visiting weekly with parents as we sit and watch our kids at their swimming lessons. He's also bringing awesome experiences to me through work...through ministry, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life's still hairy busy a lot of times...it's still really hard a lot of times too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; always be the case...life's not perfect and I will never claim it as anything close to that. But we are feeling His presence...even on those days where you just want to climb up on the roof, become invisible and hope the day passes fast...He's there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-3870122491313120923?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/3870122491313120923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=3870122491313120923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3870122491313120923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3870122491313120923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/11/lifes-sculpting.html' title='Life&apos;s Sculpting'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R0gyvBayKzI/AAAAAAAAASA/IK_y4Bs39bg/s72-c/potter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-386862710542480457</id><published>2007-11-20T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:08:58.807-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinder&apos;s pen'/><title type='text'>Wholly Loved...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R0N0YxayKyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Qx3gj1ivpyk/s1600-h/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135075969063856930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R0N0YxayKyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Qx3gj1ivpyk/s400/mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It might be wise to remember that Satan is the enemy of our souls...It is his voice that whispers messages to discourage us, diminish us, and condemn us. It's his voice that suggests God could never forgive us, stick by us, or love us. It is his voice that tells us we aren't good enough, spiritual enough or worthy enough to receive salvation. And it is his voice that accuses us of inadequate faith and imperfect mental health. God calls him an 'accuser' (Rev 12:10), and that very word is our cue to recognize when Satan is having a heyday in our souls. The Holy Spirit never accuses. Instead, he woos us, he wins us, and he loves us to behave better and to commit ourselves more deeply to him."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Marilyn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been home in bed sick for a few days. It's merited me a huge chunk of time to sleep and rest, but also to read and fill my mind, with His word and the words of others. I have a couple of study Bibles which I use. One is a traditional study Bible, with half a page of scripture and half a page of notes. The other is the Women of Faith Study Bible. It has character sketches of different women throughout the Bible, Bible studies intermingled throughout, quotes on some of the pages and on some pages, something specific from them is talked about in the margin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across the above quote today as I was reading. It seemed very timely, considering where God has me reading in other books and because of the sermon heard on Sunday. I'm really hard on myself most days...usually allow those around me slack, but never offer that same grace to myself. I'm beginning the process of looking at that and figuring out where it comes from and then will begin the work of trying to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part of this quote just captured my heart. It's such a precious gift...the fact He wants to woo and draw us ever closer to Him. The fact He's always there, cheering us on, encouraging us to do better and never leaving our side, even when we fail miserably. He simply helps us pick up the pieces and continue the journey. I really believe that during those perceived 'failures', that's when we commit to Him at deeper levels. Really, because at that point, it's all Him and none of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem a little over a month ago, but never got it posted. This fall has become a time of me taking off the masks...not just taking them off, but somehow smashing them, so that they are unavailable to be picked back up. That always makes for a huge vulnerability and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unsteadiness&lt;/span&gt;, as you tread into uncharted waters. But it's a beautiful feeling when you begin to see that it is truly the right journey to take. Really, it's the only journey to take, if you want to become more mature in your walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, there isn't a lot that really matters, except that we are perfectly created by Him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wholly&lt;/span&gt; loved by Him...He's wooing us and wanting desperately for us to draw ever closer and embrace it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes we live so long,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With various masks to put on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That those masks turn from a masquerade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To life as we know it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seemingly seems easier,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To live a life based on wished for perceptions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then to embrace the blessings in front of us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And live the true fullness of life set before us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embrace all that comes your way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't shy away from what's yet to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may not be perfect in a world's perception,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you are created perfectly in His eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/19806341-386862710542480457?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/386862710542480457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=386862710542480457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/386862710542480457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/386862710542480457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/11/wholly-loved.html' title='Wholly Loved...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/R0N0YxayKyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Qx3gj1ivpyk/s72-c/mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-5464767237426765165</id><published>2007-09-20T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:05:30.569-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Small Break in the Absence</title><content type='html'>It seems like forever since I've been on this venue...but I guess it's almost been a month since I last wrote. It's hard to explain, but I just haven't been able to write...haven't been able to answer comments (I have read and truly appreciate every single one of them and you)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's very busy right now. School has been a success and now I am slowly beginning the process of packing up all my teaching supplies, manuals, textbooks, old workbooks, etc. In amongst life being busy, I've been battling illness again. Even as I write, I'm exhausted and not feeling good. But, I've been thinking a lot lately about the fact that life is a continual building of character and that never takes place if life is always easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begun penning a gathering of my reflections and that's what I'm going to type in this post. I've been doing a lot of thinking and believe that will continue for quite a while longer...probably until eternity comes ;D. Anyhow, here goes the reflections...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes in this realm called life, things happen, which cannot always be explained. To some when these things happen, they are completely destroyed and never recover. They are consumed by a victimization which takes over every aspect of their life and it colours every moment that comes from there on in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To some, they have the blessing of people who never give up on them, regardless of the careless and seemingly wrong decisions they make. To the outside eye, as that barrage of decisions continues to be made, it might seem that the blessing falls on deaf ears. But I believe that blessing always travels with the person, no matter where they go or what they do. And at some point, that blessing will bring light to a darkened mind and a hurting heart. It will at some point speak a deep blessing to the person's heart and will bring their conscience and a voice of the past alive again inside their empty shell called a body.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think we all have a story to tell and most would be amazed, stunned and blown away if we were to go around a room and share. Most days people try to have each other "pegged", but we fail miserably, because we only see what we are "allowed" to see. We are only privy to the censored picture shows which we individually choose to play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...I truly believe I am the person I am and stand where I stand today because of a deeply instilled faith system and the power of a parent's love. Because if you were to look at the statistics, I should be as far away as possible from the place I am. The only explanation I can give as to why I'm not, is because my parents never gave up on me. They told me they would never let me go and that they would never quit loving me...&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/19806341-5464767237426765165?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/5464767237426765165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=5464767237426765165' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5464767237426765165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5464767237426765165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/09/small-break-in-absence.html' title='Small Break in the Absence'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-826355070156434680</id><published>2007-08-30T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:46:55.432-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Uncharted Territory</title><content type='html'>It's been SO long since I've written a post. I've really lost touch with the blogging world in many ways. Right now as I type, I am listening to one of my many new favorites for music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doerksen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I choose to follow you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I choose to give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;my'yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I choose to hear your voice and live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I choose to follow you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me and my house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we will serve you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as for me and my house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we will spend our lives on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;counseler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , Everlasting Fa-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; E-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ternal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; King , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord of hosts willingly we fol- low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been extremely hectic for our family this past while. And life as we've ever known it in this humble abode and city, has changed this fall. Yesterday marked a brand new chapter in our family's life...all three kids entered the school doors. So now begins the learning of what life was like for me before homeschooling came about. Noted though, I don't think I will completely remember that, because His plan is for me to chart a new course in this chapter. Regressing to the past wouldn't really be a hugely great plan...it would underplay all the life learning which has went on between then and now. It's also the beginning of a new ministry year and that brings chaos in itself. Then there's the future to look towards...to search out what His call might be for our family and each of us individually as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been beginning each day with the words from Brian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Doerksen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; song and also from Chris Tomlin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Chris Tomlin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks to the Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our God and King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His love endures forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For He is good, He is above all things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His love endures forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing praise, sing praise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a mighty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; outstretched arm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His love endures forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the life that's been reborn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His love endures forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing praise, sing praise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing praise, sing praise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever God is faithful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever God is strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever God is with us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the rising to the setting sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His love endures forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the grace of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will carry on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His love endures forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing praise, sing praise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing praise, sing praise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever God is faithful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever God is strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever God is with us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a loving and faithful God, even when we might not be so faithful to Him. Life's good...stressful sometimes, feels like we're charting unmarked territory at times and simply learning to adapt to what's around each corner. Yeah...signing off for another unknown chunk of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-826355070156434680?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/826355070156434680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=826355070156434680' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/826355070156434680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/826355070156434680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/08/uncharted-territory.html' title='Uncharted Territory'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-3804980585825677414</id><published>2007-08-07T07:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:13.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Michigan</title><content type='html'>On our second day travelling back, we drove along the shore of Lake Michigan at more than one point. We ended up having lunch at a spot where the town is right on the shore. It was a cool spot to stop...after lunch, we took a walk along the beach and then a man made path, until we made it to a light house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome view and really peaceful as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095949286713453106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Rrhy4HP16jI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Lh8X3RtFqDw/s400/July+2007+456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here was the view of the lighthouse as we began our trek from the picnic spot. The waves were rolling in, as it had been raining up to that point. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrhyrXP16iI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wjTcnWaWAPw/s1600-h/July+2007+476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095949067670120994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrhyrXP16iI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wjTcnWaWAPw/s400/July+2007+476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trees were the spot where we started our walk from. This was the beach we walked along. It was the neatest sand...some was soft, but as soon as you got closer to the water, it was hard, or so it appeared. All of sudden, the sand would crack and you would begin to sink. The kids thought that was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrhyRXP16gI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/dtytJsC8Qf8/s1600-h/July+2007+478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095948620993522178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrhyRXP16gI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/dtytJsC8Qf8/s400/July+2007+478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here was a picture of the lighthouse, taken as we were beginning our walk down the man made path towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrhyFXP16fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/YF27uQ3KCa8/s1600-h/July+2007+480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095948414835091954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrhyFXP16fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/YF27uQ3KCa8/s400/July+2007+480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There would be my brood walking down the path, exploring all the huge rocks on each side and marvelling at the power of the waves crashing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Rrhx4nP16eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JLIw3RFbfUc/s1600-h/July+2007+488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095948195791759842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Rrhx4nP16eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JLIw3RFbfUc/s400/July+2007+488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the lighthouse as we finally got to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrhxuHP16dI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Fq4ccalIVBI/s1600-h/July+2007+491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095948015403133394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrhxuHP16dI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Fq4ccalIVBI/s400/July+2007+491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids posing for a picture on the lighthouse...right beside the warning sign about loud signals sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Rrhxg3P16cI/AAAAAAAAAPw/iXmDAVd4Rso/s1600-h/July+2007+495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095947787769866690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Rrhxg3P16cI/AAAAAAAAAPw/iXmDAVd4Rso/s400/July+2007+495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rock path, which lead back to the walking path to go towards the picnic area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/19806341-3804980585825677414?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/3804980585825677414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=3804980585825677414' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3804980585825677414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3804980585825677414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/08/lake-michigan.html' title='Lake Michigan'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Rrhy4HP16jI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Lh8X3RtFqDw/s72-c/July+2007+456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-1034494095382163869</id><published>2007-08-03T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:13.689-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>My Reading Log</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrN_g3P16bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/q_IrYSsaiTU/s1600-h/bell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094555806049102258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrN_g3P16bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/q_IrYSsaiTU/s400/bell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrN_dXP16aI/AAAAAAAAAPg/AkO0QNr6sHc/s1600-h/velvet+elvis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094555745919560098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrN_dXP16aI/AAAAAAAAAPg/AkO0QNr6sHc/s400/velvet+elvis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are two of my must reads before the summer is over, along with some pretty good fiction reads from Francine Rivers and Lori Wick. Then for the fall, I would like to read some C.S. Lewis and whatever else might fall at my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a very interesting observation before I left on holidays. I couldn't remember the last time I read an entire book, let alone even allowed myself a little time to read. Another observation was that it wasn't all because of lack of time, but that I couldn't hold my concentration at all when reading. This was an extremely hard observation to make, as reading is one of my staples, right along with listening to music and writing. It helps to ground me, grow me and take me away from everything for a brief reprieve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one of the decisions I made as we left for holidays, was that I would deliberately make time for me to read, write, listen music and also to simply just be quiet. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this might be the key to take a lot away and make me a better woman to my family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one of many observations and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;promptings&lt;/span&gt; experienced throughout the past while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-1034494095382163869?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/1034494095382163869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=1034494095382163869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1034494095382163869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1034494095382163869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-reading-log.html' title='My Reading Log'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrN_g3P16bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/q_IrYSsaiTU/s72-c/bell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-611285802496460113</id><published>2007-08-03T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:14.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrM70nP16YI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1-C451Wjcpc/s1600-h/July+2007+495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094481378560829826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrM70nP16YI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1-C451Wjcpc/s400/July+2007+495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'll take the hand of those who don't know the way, who can't see where they're going. I'll be a personal guide to them, directing them through unknown country. I'll be right there to show them what roads to take, make sure they don't fall into the ditch. These are the things I'll be doing for them—sticking with them, not leaving them for a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Isaiah 42:16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(MSG)&lt;/span&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/19806341-611285802496460113?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/611285802496460113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=611285802496460113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/611285802496460113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/611285802496460113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/08/paths.html' title='Paths'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrM70nP16YI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1-C451Wjcpc/s72-c/July+2007+495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-1022730379789023810</id><published>2007-08-01T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:16.110-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Pouring Out</title><content type='html'>Well, it's taken me a while to post any pictures at all, and I'm sure it'll take a while for bits and pieces to come up. Vacation is always a good thing in my mind. It takes you away and allows you to look back in at life from the outside. I tend to see things away that I never would have saw while I was in the midst of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a time to finally just sit and read, actually read for an extended length of time. I finished two and a half books while I was away...that's unheard of in the past while for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to say that things are calm as ever now that we're back, but that would be a blatant lie. Life with three kids, a job to work, a house and family to care for and especially in the summer...it equals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hairiness&lt;/span&gt; for our family on a variety of levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of Niagara Falls...the falls which are considered the Canadian falls and also the falls which are considered the American falls. There is also a picture of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CN&lt;/span&gt; Tower in Toronto, which we took as we drove by...we opted out of actually going up the tower when we saw the cost...took the kids to the Science Centre and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Imax&lt;/span&gt; for less money, so it was still an awesome day in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJWKHP16XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ERHh_I7m3rI/s1600-h/July+2007+298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094228860253628786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJWKHP16XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ERHh_I7m3rI/s400/July+2007+298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are posing for a family picture with the American Niagara behind us. Getting a decent picture of us all is quite rare, but we came home with quite a few this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJVsHP16WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Sg4P5eN0s98/s1600-h/July+2007+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094228344857553250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJVsHP16WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Sg4P5eN0s98/s400/July+2007+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of the Canadian falls, right at the mouth. This was such a picturesque day...I had a hay day taking pictures ;D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJVeHP16VI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zseGlwCMOK8/s1600-h/July+2007+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094228104339384658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJVeHP16VI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zseGlwCMOK8/s400/July+2007+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were marvelling at the colour of the water by the falls. It was a beautiful colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJVPHP16UI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TNzKO9-vnO8/s1600-h/July+2007+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094227846641346882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJVPHP16UI/AAAAAAAAAOw/TNzKO9-vnO8/s400/July+2007+264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture of the shores leading up to the Canadian falls, with the bridge in the distance. The Canadian/American border falls at the mid-point of the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJU9XP16TI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8HNKPEJePJU/s1600-h/July+2007+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094227541698668850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJU9XP16TI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8HNKPEJePJU/s400/July+2007+296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Falls...I just love the way the water falls onto the rocks. They were really neat to see up close on the Maid of the Mist ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJUkXP16SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/s9ZmC1S9TX0/s1600-h/July+2007+316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094227112201939234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJUkXP16SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/s9ZmC1S9TX0/s400/July+2007+316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's one of the many Maid of the Mist boats beginning the trek down the waterway towards the Canadian falls. They begin by going by the American falls and giving a really awesome history of Niagara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJUM3P16RI/AAAAAAAAAOY/LB3kY06W3io/s1600-h/July+2007+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094226708475013394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJUM3P16RI/AAAAAAAAAOY/LB3kY06W3io/s400/July+2007+282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this one from the walkway above, as the Maid of the Mist drew closer to the Canadian Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJUDHP16QI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/trHgru5GBpY/s1600-h/July+2007+293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094226540971288834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJUDHP16QI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/trHgru5GBpY/s400/July+2007+293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A zoomed in close up of the Maid of the Mist and it's occupants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJT4nP16PI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Oz3SL47ei40/s1600-h/July+2007+396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094226360582662386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJT4nP16PI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Oz3SL47ei40/s400/July+2007+396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CN&lt;/span&gt; Tower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's all the time I have for now. We are still settling in...I've been battling headaches and fatigue. We have a long weekend coming up, so are trying to get things cleaned up, so we can enjoy some time visiting with my family when they get here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be more to come at a later date...pictures and reflections about God's power and beauty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-1022730379789023810?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/1022730379789023810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=1022730379789023810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1022730379789023810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1022730379789023810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/07/pouring-out.html' title='Pouring Out'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RrJWKHP16XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ERHh_I7m3rI/s72-c/July+2007+298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4912102913051251916</id><published>2007-07-29T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T09:36:10.859-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Hello, Where Are You?</title><content type='html'>Travelling through 6 states &amp; 2 provinces to a family reunion, riding the Maid of the Mist right up beside Niagara Falls, travelling over Mackinac Bridge and visiting the beautiful Upper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Peninsula&lt;/span&gt; of Michigan, seeing 4 out of 5 Great Lakes and experiencing God's awesome creation together as a family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PRICELESS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's where I've been and it was an awesome time. There will be pictures and many reflections to come. But for now, we'll just work on settling back in to normal life ;D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-4912102913051251916?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4912102913051251916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4912102913051251916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4912102913051251916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4912102913051251916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-where-are-you.html' title='Hello, Where Are You?'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-6727938365667542633</id><published>2007-07-12T20:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:23:51.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/T2qm3eD4akM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/T2qm3eD4akM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I have posted this song before by the original writer, but this is the version I listen to often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-6727938365667542633?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/6727938365667542633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=6727938365667542633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6727938365667542633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6727938365667542633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-i-have-posted-this-song-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-7853266463408534704</id><published>2007-07-09T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:24:04.424-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinder&apos;s pen'/><title type='text'>Until My Last Breath</title><content type='html'>Oh my Lord,&lt;br /&gt;How I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my strength,&lt;br /&gt;You are the wind beneath my wings.&lt;br /&gt;When I am down,&lt;br /&gt;You are there to lift me up.&lt;br /&gt;In Your eyes I'm beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can do all things through You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love you,&lt;br /&gt;More and more with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;You draw me closer to Your feet,&lt;br /&gt;And shadow me with Your love and grace.&lt;br /&gt;I will praise Your name,&lt;br /&gt;Until my last breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-7853266463408534704?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/7853266463408534704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=7853266463408534704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7853266463408534704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7853266463408534704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/07/until-my-last-breath.html' title='Until My Last Breath'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-3087278274047643810</id><published>2007-07-06T07:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:16.308-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Sweetie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Ro5JwB5P9FI/AAAAAAAAANs/WHSSpvL29Dg/s1600-h/HPIM2116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084082118838973522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Ro5JwB5P9FI/AAAAAAAAANs/WHSSpvL29Dg/s400/HPIM2116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe that we're already celebrating 11 years of marriage today. Time flies when you're having fun...He's brought us far ;D! Love, acceptance, support, safety &amp;amp; security...that's what you've brought me sweetie...the best gifts to be given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with an episode of the Flintstones singing through my head. The one where Fred's wanting to get Wilma a piano and ends up getting one from 88 Fingers Louie. Being it was such a 'steal of a deal', the cops end up at the house and some of the policeman sing a version of Happy Anniversary that's always stuck. Actually, my sweetie sang it to me before he left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to start the day...let the celebrating begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-3087278274047643810?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/3087278274047643810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=3087278274047643810' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3087278274047643810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3087278274047643810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-anniversary-sweetie_06.html' title='Happy Anniversary Sweetie!'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Ro5JwB5P9FI/AAAAAAAAANs/WHSSpvL29Dg/s72-c/HPIM2116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-2884043175095381490</id><published>2007-06-26T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:39:10.134-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Working Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"work smart, not hard. there's a motto." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said this to me a while ago and I saved it in my drafts, as it was a pretty powerful word for me to hear. I've been taking that advice the past week. At times I feel a little bit of guilt and have found myself questioning my actions, but at the end of the day and as I see things today, I know my decision-making was correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made the decision to finish school officially at some point last week. We will continue to do work here and there throughout the summer, in preparation for Little Mister to make a smooth transition back into the public school system, but as for clearly defined school days, they are finished. As soon as that decision was made, I felt the hugest weight fall off of my shoulders. I can simply be a mommy again. I can spend my days cleaning house, playing with my kids, vegging, going to work, etc. Even though I'm still battling illness, it seems I am more able to fight than I was a couple of weeks ago. I guess the lifting of weights will do that to a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasting the peace and feeling the quiet...truly awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Hebrews 12:1&lt;/span&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/19806341-2884043175095381490?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/2884043175095381490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=2884043175095381490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2884043175095381490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2884043175095381490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/02/working-minds.html' title='Working Minds'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-2445252150662674403</id><published>2007-06-19T07:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T07:42:20.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Baloche - All The Earth Will Sing Your Praises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/liA-jyoPuX8' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/liA-jyoPuX8'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ended off our Easter service with this song. I hadn't sang it again and was part of the team...it was such an energized song...I love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-2445252150662674403?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/2445252150662674403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=2445252150662674403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2445252150662674403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2445252150662674403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/06/paul-baloche-all-earth-will-sing-your.html' title='Paul Baloche - All The Earth Will Sing Your Praises'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-7507838805613652035</id><published>2007-06-18T10:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:59:51.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You are GOD alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/eLIOSWYhQoE' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/eLIOSWYhQoE'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another of my favorites...my goal this week is to simply drink Him in through music, His word and everyone He places along my path!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-7507838805613652035?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/7507838805613652035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=7507838805613652035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7507838805613652035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7507838805613652035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are-god-alone.html' title='You are GOD alone'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-1263279642820485277</id><published>2007-06-18T07:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T08:57:11.067-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Retrospect</title><content type='html'>It's interesting when you begin looking in retrospect at life, that you realize some things. It's not that they weren't evident right in the midst of everything, but at the time, things just felt so overwhelming that it wouldn't have mattered whether or not you could see them clearly, changes might not have been made until now anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the first in a month and a half that we don't have to run anyone to soccer. We don't have to juggle three schedules over the span of 4 days, in amongst every day life as well. We've seriously been lacking in the together time department...time as a family, time as a couple and just down time. This was the first year of having to go at that insane pace with three in soccer. I have to admit that we are already questioning whether we will make that choice next year. Just as the people of this world, our kids have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vastly&lt;/span&gt; different personalities. Different personalities mean trying real hard as a parent to not conform your child to one specific sport, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school is also winding down for me teaching-wise. With being sick, this teaching year has been extremely hard at times. We've tried our best and Little Mister wants to be in the big school this fall, so we'll be working to prepare, as we feel this will be the best move for both of us. It'll allow me to simply be a mom again and that's huge right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to a week with a lot more downtime, which will hopefully equal a more sane mommy. You know, there's still things there...waiting for lab tests to come back, still waiting to hear from a specialist about an appointment, after 4 months gone by...but not doing them alone, makes them fall into place on the perspective line. Can't change it, but will try my hardest to not let it beat me down either. Some days are easier than others, but that's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-1263279642820485277?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/1263279642820485277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=1263279642820485277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1263279642820485277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1263279642820485277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/06/retrospect.html' title='Retrospect'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4730633756779740310</id><published>2007-06-12T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:16.506-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gromit'/><title type='text'>Gromit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Rm91TaA51fI/AAAAAAAAANc/Q7JNslYDltw/s1600-h/Gromit+June+11th,+2007+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075404281330914802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Rm91TaA51fI/AAAAAAAAANc/Q7JNslYDltw/s400/Gromit+June+11th,+2007+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well being I haven't really been in a writing mood, I completely forgot to post a picture of our newest addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gromit, named after the english cartoon &lt;em&gt;Wallace and Gromit&lt;/em&gt;. He is 10 weeks old and fitting into our household nicely. He has the most awesome demeanor we could ask for with three kids around, who want to chase, mull and overly love him. He's grown in the week we've had him and is beginning to show a little personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me a while to be won over about getting a dog, but I love having him around. He's a good cuddler and greets me with the biggest smile and kiss when I've been away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm signing off now, 'cause it's bedtime up here...blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-4730633756779740310?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4730633756779740310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4730633756779740310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4730633756779740310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4730633756779740310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/06/gromit.html' title='Gromit'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Rm91TaA51fI/AAAAAAAAANc/Q7JNslYDltw/s72-c/Gromit+June+11th,+2007+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-1964081425669647430</id><published>2007-06-12T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:16:32.028-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>How R U?</title><content type='html'>I hate the question, "How R U?" It's gotta rank on my most detestable questions to have to try and answer, especially lately. When you don't even really know how you are, let alone what's wrong...how on earth are you supposed to be able to answer it in a way that people will actually understand it and not think you are just out of it or really weirdly off some deep end somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say that's why I haven't wanted to write on this venue...I guess the truth of the matter is that I feel out of it and don't have a clue how to explain it. The only thing I know is that it causes me to not be able to think straight, formulate words enough to write, let alone want to carry on conversations with people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt;. Makes life really difficult and sometimes leaves me wondering about many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Being created in the image of God means that we were created to look &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; God - not on the outside, but in our character and in our souls." (Point of Grace)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this quote yesterday and it kinda stopped me dead in my tracks. I don't see myself in a very good light lately and so I have a hard time believing that my character and soul are looking anything like God. I took a lot of comfort in this quote despite anything else which might have flew through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess right now I'm simply at a point where I want certain things to be completed and out of my life. I want my life to regain some semblance of before, yet keep many aspects of the now and the future. I believe we are put into situations for a time and a purpose. God will use situations to grow us...even though they might seen unbearable and no end in sight, we end up taking a lot from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only answer I can give to the, "How R U?" right now is...I'm doing okay. I'm tired, but hanging in there and attempting to rest in Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-1964081425669647430?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/1964081425669647430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=1964081425669647430' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1964081425669647430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1964081425669647430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-r-u.html' title='How R U?'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-680330221030752634</id><published>2007-05-30T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:16.652-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Blending in and Silent....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Rl2TIeQKKrI/AAAAAAAAANU/i2mESTdZ_Uw/s1600-h/HPIM2406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070370529258121906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Rl2TIeQKKrI/AAAAAAAAANU/i2mESTdZ_Uw/s400/HPIM2406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever felt like this guy? So small in such a huge world...so many obstacles and everything else that you don't even know where to go, what to do? That you just want to do all you can to simply 'blend' into your surroundings...go unnoticed, causing the smallest amount of trouble, grief, etc. to those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling like this guy for quite a while now. Tried to ignore it, which severely backfired in many ways, shapes and forms. Probably did more damage than good...to me and to countless others around me. Now I simply want to lie low, 'blend' in and have things be as uneventful as possible...at least for a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really battled what to do with my blog and my blogging 'voice'. I was going to delete it completely, until I could come back stronger, but then I would lose contact with my blogger friends and that's definitely something I don't want to occur. I guess this is my compromise for the time being. A open-ended post, which offers no apparent restart date, but lets you know what's up. Many of you know how to contact me outside of this blog...please do...I would love to catch up and keep in contact. I will drop by every so often to say hi on your blogs and will probably sneak by my own to check the comment box now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know blogs are often an online journal...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mine's&lt;/span&gt; a mixture of things, including this avenue. But I guess the bottom line is that sometimes things aren't meant to be voiced through this avenue. And until a time when I feel my voice is stable and strong, I don't want to risk letting it sound on this venue. Yeah, I guess that's all I'm gonna give for an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to y'all while I'm silent and we'll see y'all when I come back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Family of Jacob, the Lord created you. People of Israel, he formed you. He says, "Do not be afraid. I will set you free. I will send for you by name. You belong to me. You will pass through deep waters. But I will be with you. You will pass through the rivers. But their waters will not sweep over you. You will walk through fire. But you will not be burned. The flames will not harm you. I am the Lord your God. I am the Holy One of Israel. I am the one who saves you. I will give up Egypt to set you free. I will give up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cush&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Seba&lt;/span&gt; for you. You are priceless to me. I love you and honor you. So I will trade other people for you. I will give up other nations to save your lives. Do not be afraid. I am with you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Isaiah 43:1-5(a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/19806341-680330221030752634?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/680330221030752634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=680330221030752634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/680330221030752634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/680330221030752634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/05/blending-in-and-silent.html' title='Blending in and Silent....'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Rl2TIeQKKrI/AAAAAAAAANU/i2mESTdZ_Uw/s72-c/HPIM2406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-7681002442051950990</id><published>2007-05-28T12:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T12:03:15.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Undo-Rush of Fools</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/b-oZbBS_OhM' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/b-oZbBS_OhM'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just heard this song on Following the Herd's blog...I really needed to hear it today. Chances are I'll have to listen to it again in the future, so I'm posting it to make it easier to find!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-7681002442051950990?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/7681002442051950990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=7681002442051950990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7681002442051950990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7681002442051950990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/05/undo-rush-of-fools.html' title='Undo-Rush of Fools'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-6846305153110673706</id><published>2007-05-28T10:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:17:22.040-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Life....</title><content type='html'>Inadequate...that's the word of today, this month and all I see in the future right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;any thing's&lt;/span&gt; possible with Him and that He's right beside me every step. But sometimes He feels closer and sometimes He feels really far away. Or maybe it's just that I'm so lacking in something right now, that the above facade ends up occurring in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my faith will always be strong in Him, even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; it might not seem that way. That faith which never goes away is why I am able to endure, even when the light at the end of the tunnel seems to have disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thanking God that He's blessed me with a man by my side who stands strong with me, even when things are so hairy, in so many departments. That man always tells me that I'm anything but inadequate, even though he knows I might not see it at the present time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-6846305153110673706?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/6846305153110673706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=6846305153110673706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6846305153110673706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6846305153110673706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/05/life.html' title='Life....'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4712520516983583566</id><published>2007-05-23T16:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:30:18.677-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Writing Moods</title><content type='html'>I really haven't been in a writing mood lately...at least in the form which usually takes shape on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cindertales&lt;/span&gt;. What to say...today is a "snow day" here in Saskatchewan. The exact reason why I never plant anything before the long weekend and I guess this year, you'd be smart to wait closer to the beginning of June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jollybeggar&lt;/span&gt; has a really good &lt;a href="http://northvus.blogspot.com/2007/05/honestly.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shortword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; over at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;northVUs&lt;/span&gt;...made me sit back and take note. As for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cindertales&lt;/span&gt;...I've been in a place where I'm listening to a lot of music and so that's what I'm beginning to post more and more music in amongst my blog posts. I'm beginning to do some bible studies about the Women of the Bible, so maybe you'll see some posts on that in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are busy, sometimes overwhelming and that doesn't always leave lots of time for a lot of things. I don't like living life stagnant, but chaotic isn't always fun either. So there's that continual learning game of balance. Thankful...that's the mood for the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-4712520516983583566?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4712520516983583566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4712520516983583566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4712520516983583566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4712520516983583566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-really-havent-been-in-writing-mood.html' title='Writing Moods'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-1649743175685779436</id><published>2007-05-22T16:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:59:15.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Name by Paul Baloche (New)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/E5i2pELpqBg' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/E5i2pELpqBg'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have this song by a different group, but Paul Baloche is the original writer of it. I have been listening to it a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul filler...pillar of strength, peace and so much more...this huge and awesome shelter, no matter what may come to pass...His presence blankets over and goes with you like a protective cover and guidance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning through time that just because you have all of that with you, it doesn't mean everything will be peachy, but manageable. I couldn't even imagine doing any of this life without that presence by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of my new start to the day, so up onto the blog it must go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-1649743175685779436?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/1649743175685779436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=1649743175685779436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1649743175685779436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1649743175685779436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/05/your-name-by-paul-baloche-new_22.html' title='Your Name by Paul Baloche (New)'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4651711227264146395</id><published>2007-05-20T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:07:23.220-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Lessons Learned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~ Matthew 11:28-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm learning a pretty valuable lesson this weekend. Yeah, you need to come to Him...get away with Him and recover your life. But that doesn't always mean being just you and Him...most times it means exactly the opposite. This weekend, He is showing me that if I am truly attentive to my surroundings and to what the promptings of my heart, then I will know exactly where to go to find Him and take a rest. Yes, it meant completely getting away from my regular surroundings, but we are together as a family and resting, because we have simply broke up the routine of what usually goes on at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was talking with someone near the end of the week, about the fact that much of this life for me continues to be a huge learning process and probably always will. I have learned more about myself the past year than I knew for many years before that. It comes in spurts and a variety of ways and degrees...never a dull moment and always some very interesting findings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The lovely weather changes are playing havoc with me...I thought I had a cold, but after doing some weeding with my '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; sis for a while, I'm wondering if it's not allergies that I'm battling. So I'm off to rest a little...listen to some music and read in my Bible. Then back out to spend some time with my family and begin to explore more deeply living life freer and lighter!&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/19806341-4651711227264146395?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4651711227264146395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4651711227264146395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4651711227264146395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4651711227264146395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/05/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-1923513080634171554</id><published>2007-05-18T00:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:05:11.626-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Stupid Button....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I run for dear life to God, I'll never live to regret it. Do what you do so well: get me out of this mess and up on my feet. Put your ear to the ground and listen, give me space for salvation. Be a guest room where I can retreat; you said your door was always open! You're my salvation—my vast, granite fortress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My God, free me from the grip of Wicked, from the clutch of Bad and Bully. You keep me going when times are tough—my bedrock, God, since my childhood. I've hung on you from the day of my birth, the day you took me from the cradle; I'll never run out of praise. Many gasp in alarm when they see me, but you take me in stride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as each day brims with your beauty, my mouth brims with praise. But don't turn me out to pasture when I'm old or put me on the shelf when I can't pull my weight. My enemies are talking behind my back, watching for their chance to knife me. The gossip is: "God has abandoned him. Pounce on him now; no one will help him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God, don't just watch from the sidelines. Come on! Run to my side! My accusers—make them lose face. Those out to get me—make them look like idiots, while I stretch out, reaching for you, and daily add praise to praise. I'll write the book on your righteousness, talk up your salvation the livelong day, never run out of good things to write or say. I come in the power of the Lord God, I post signs marking his right-of-way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You got me when I was an unformed youth, God, and taught me everything I know. Now I'm telling the world your wonders; I'll keep at it until I'm old and gray. God, don't walk off and leave me until I get out the news of your strong right arm to this world, news of your power to the world yet to come, your famous and righteous ways, O God. God, you've done it all! Who is quite like you? You, who made me stare trouble in the face, turn me around; Now let me look life in the face. I've been to the bottom; bring me up, streaming with honors; turn to me, be tender to me, and I'll take up the lute and thank you to the tune of your faithfulness, God. I'll make music for you on a harp, Holy One of Israel. When I open up in song to you, I let out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lungsful&lt;/span&gt; of praise, my rescued life a song. All day long I'm chanting about you and your righteous ways, while those who tried to do me in slink off looking ashamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Psalm 71 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MSG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about this passage...you know I never do regret running to Him. He is such a safe haven...my most peaceful refuge...MY ROCK! It seems some weeks like He's constantly at work to get me out of messes. It just seems that sometimes I know how hit the stupid button every single time. It might seem like I'm trying to do the best in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt;, but it ends up doing the very opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and getting sicker by the minute. Tomorrow's filled with doctor's appointments and hopefully it will prove to some relief in the future. I'm tired...but it'll all pass in the timing that it's supposed to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-1923513080634171554?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/1923513080634171554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=1923513080634171554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1923513080634171554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1923513080634171554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/05/stupid-button.html' title='Stupid Button....'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-7669195851306548205</id><published>2007-05-16T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T10:03:42.746-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>So Much of Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strength&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Endurance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faithfulness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perseverance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never-Ending&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always Present&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are these and so much more to me each and everyday. No matter has came, what is here or that which is yet to come...you are there. What I am on my own is nothing in comparison to what I am in You! You show me things about myself I didn't know existed...You push me to be more then I ever dreamed possible to be...You strengthen me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;persevere&lt;/span&gt; through, even when I'd rather sit down and give up. No amount of words can truly express who You truly are and all that You truly do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Things Are Possible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darlene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zschech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almighty God my Redeemer, my hiding place, my strong refuge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No other name like Jesus, no power can stand against you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My feet are planted on this rock and I will not be shaken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hope it comes from you alone, my Rock and my Salvation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your praise is always on my lips, your Word is living in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will praise you with a new song, my soul will bless you Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fill my life with greater joy, as I delight myself in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will praise you with a new song, my soul will bless you Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My feet are planted on this rock and I will not be shaken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hope it comes from you alone, my Rock and my Salvation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your praise is always on my lips, your Word is living in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will praise you with a new song, my soul will be bless you Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fill my life with greater joy, as I delight myself in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will praise you with a new song, my soul will bless you Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I am weak you make me strong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm poor, I know I'm rich for in the power of your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All things are possible, all things are possible&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/19806341-7669195851306548205?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/7669195851306548205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=7669195851306548205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7669195851306548205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7669195851306548205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-much-of-everything.html' title='So Much of Everything'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-5689856455054293215</id><published>2007-05-15T06:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T06:29:17.868-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Refreshment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"OUR DEEPEST fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. "We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Marianne Williamson, A Return To Love; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HarperCollins&lt;/span&gt;, 1992)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a Women's conference this weekend and this passage was quoted. It really caused me to look back over the past while and truly examine all aspects of my life. It took me inward, because it speaks so much truth. We are truly all meant to SHINE in this life. The way in which we SHINE will be different for each individual, because He so carefully and lovingly created us with that immense individuality. And when we begin to want to SHINE, it is infectious in a very good way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came away from the weekend with a lot of things...here's just a few: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;we all have our own unique make up and those make ups have their strengths and weaknesses. The way to optimize how God has created us is to 'maximize our strengths and minimize our weaknesses.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;God doesn't place anything within our past that He wishes to be wasted. By talking with people, sharing and using whatever other avenues available, we are able to take even the bad and create good through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;it doesn't matter how many people you forgive, if you haven't forgiven yourself, you will never acquire true peace and freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;listen hard to that inner voice, as that's the most optimal way God finds to voice direction to us and bring strength, peace, love and comfort in all circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;everything must have a home. An uncluttered life begins with an uncluttered home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In amongst the sessions, we were treated to a banquet on Friday night, lunch Saturday, along with some really yummy desserts. I also got to have a mini manicure...the first one I've had since I got married. It was very long overdue and so very awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think what I loved the most about the conference were the awesome women from my church that I was blessed to attend this conference with. This was a great opportunity to get to know each other a little better and to have great times of fellowship! I came home very refreshed and will definitely be gathering a group of women to attend this conference next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-5689856455054293215?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/5689856455054293215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=5689856455054293215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5689856455054293215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5689856455054293215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/05/refreshment.html' title='Refreshment...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-403092454471193286</id><published>2007-05-14T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T08:11:38.109-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;**My son brought this home for me the other day from school. He had a big grin on his face and simply said, "Here ya go mommy!" My oldest is growing into a man more every day, but I think that they always remember their mommy's love, no matter how old they become or where they go. Just the same, no matter how old they get or where they go, their mommy will always love them with all she's got.**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She's always working hard at home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Or busy at her job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She's always reading stories, too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Or teaching me a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And whether I've been bad or good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She loves me just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-403092454471193286?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/403092454471193286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=403092454471193286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/403092454471193286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/403092454471193286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/05/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-2780270550850067189</id><published>2007-05-10T16:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:10:18.464-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinder&apos;s pen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Stand Beside</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The bad thing about having an artistic bend is that I tend to be a little disorganized when it comes to my writing. I remembered that I had wrote something a while back, but couldn't find it. See, this often happens because I've written it on a card envelope, a piece of paper that I found by the wayside or on another paper which got filed away because of the purpose it was serving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I came across this poem...I wrote it about at LEAST a month ago on a piece of scrap paper along with a whole smack of scriptures ;D! I thought I would share...this is definitely an interesting journey without a lot of predictability most weeks and even day-to-day, but you know, that's an okay thing. I'm gonna end off with one of the scriptures that was written on the page...you can always seemingly tie things together, even though they might not have been intended that way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never quit this trek with you,&lt;br /&gt;Even though I go astray.&lt;br /&gt;I always know you're by my side,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what may pass my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does that mean no bumps in sight?&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean no heartache or demise?&lt;br /&gt;All it truly means is never being alone,&lt;br /&gt;Always having You there beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a lack of trust or shortness of sight?&lt;br /&gt;Do I lack the faith to truly do this fight?&lt;br /&gt;Is there ever a blue print for how things play out?&lt;br /&gt;Or simply knowing that you know and that's all that ever matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me the strength to carry on when I don't want to,&lt;br /&gt;You stay by my side even though I say to go.&lt;br /&gt;You never give up on me, even when I've given up on myself,&lt;br /&gt;Always there to love and draw me near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Father's love is what you offer,&lt;br /&gt;To all who want it and call out to you to have it.&lt;br /&gt;A simple promise to always stand beside,&lt;br /&gt;Until the day that journey to You is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Give thanks no matter what happens. God wants you to thank him because you believe in Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;/span&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/19806341-2780270550850067189?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/2780270550850067189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=2780270550850067189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2780270550850067189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2780270550850067189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/05/stand-beside.html' title='Stand Beside'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-2384497016309275186</id><published>2007-05-10T07:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T07:26:40.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the stand - hillsong united</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/9AWYd8h0FAk' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9AWYd8h0FAk'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**So I tried to post this multiple times yesterday (Wednesday) and there was no way it would. So we try yet again...**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to "The Stand" a lot today and wanted to post it, 'cause then it'll be easier for me to access ;D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my doctor's appointment Tuesday night, due to an impromptu soccer meeting which couldn't be skipped, and am now feeling the effects of the fact I really needed to get there. I'm really tired...wishing for the day when I can actually live my life infection-free. I'm feeling like I've missed so much of the past 4 1/2 years and I really don't want to miss anymore. Learning to embrace life at the fullest, no matter how hard that is some days. It's an extremely hard task, but so very essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful here today...supposed to be really warm. I'm trying hard to see it as His love, peace, grace and sheltering arms shining so readily down today. Looking to anything I can, which will give me the strength to live out this day to the fullest and not simply survive yet another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-2384497016309275186?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/2384497016309275186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=2384497016309275186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2384497016309275186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2384497016309275186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/05/stand-hillsong-united_7020.html' title='the stand - hillsong united'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-7122001576775575490</id><published>2007-05-08T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:16.934-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical threads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RkCS-N7_ofI/AAAAAAAAANM/h7EYZJKH-9Y/s1600-h/HPIM2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062207578755277298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RkCS-N7_ofI/AAAAAAAAANM/h7EYZJKH-9Y/s400/HPIM2310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took a picture of this poster when we were touring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lanka&lt;/span&gt; Bible College while in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lanka&lt;/span&gt; this summer. It's one of our family's verses and I just LOVED how the artist had used the colours and the curves to portray the different parts of the verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went to the Bible store to try and find some posters which would be a good 'fit' in my new office. Something that would be tasteful, yet scream 'Cinder' all the same. I was going through the posters, beginning with the little ones and when I came to the bigger ones, this was the first poster I set eyes on. I just kept saying, "I found my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lanka&lt;/span&gt; poster with my theme verse...it's PERFECT!" And indeed it is perfect to me on the wall...it's my theme and brings back some really awesome memories and a reminder of what God does when you truly do step out in faith and obediently walk where He's calling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really rather tired this week...learning to juggle three sports schedules, in amongst quarter-time work, teaching and then those normal responsibilities of life...being a wife, mother and everything else I tend to be in a day. I'm hoping to get to my doctor tonight and am optimistic that we'll come to a good plan about how to treat the whole health issue going on. I know this is heaping more fatigue and stuff on me, but life does go on and I think my mandate right now, is to simply live life to the fullest and be all that He's calling me to be. He's there, allowing for those little pockets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reprieve&lt;/span&gt;, amongst the huge busyness of life. I feel like I'm exactly where He wants me to be right now and I can't express the peace that brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang this song on Sunday at church. It's one of my new favorites and just lifts me every time we sing it. It allows me to feel closer to Him...gives me a charge to live stronger for Him...to be more attentive and quiet so as to hear His promptings...to just take comfort in knowing He's always there to take it all off our shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hillsong&lt;/span&gt; United / Album: United We Stand (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stood before creation&lt;br /&gt;Eternity within Your hand&lt;br /&gt;You spoke the earth into motion&lt;br /&gt;My soul now to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stood before my failure&lt;br /&gt;Carried the Cross for my shame&lt;br /&gt;My sin weighed upon Your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;My soul now to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I say&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;But offer this heart O God&lt;br /&gt;Completely to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll walk upon salvation&lt;br /&gt;Your Spirit alive in me&lt;br /&gt;This life to declare Your promise&lt;br /&gt;My soul now to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I say&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;But offer this heart O God&lt;br /&gt;Completely to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll stand&lt;br /&gt;With arms high and heart abandoned&lt;br /&gt;In awe of the One who gave it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll stand&lt;br /&gt;My soul Lord to You surrendered&lt;br /&gt;All I am is Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me Your heart&lt;br /&gt;Show me Your way&lt;br /&gt;Show me Your glory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-7122001576775575490?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/7122001576775575490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=7122001576775575490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7122001576775575490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7122001576775575490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/05/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RkCS-N7_ofI/AAAAAAAAANM/h7EYZJKH-9Y/s72-c/HPIM2310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-7232564446166787488</id><published>2007-05-02T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:17.179-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Life in His Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It's your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RjjFFd7_oeI/AAAAAAAAANE/gOAUVr2_K3w/s1600-h/July+2006+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060010879077032418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RjjFFd7_oeI/AAAAAAAAANE/gOAUVr2_K3w/s400/July+2006+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the peace of Christ keep you in tune with each other, in step with each other. None of this going off and doing your own thing. And cultivate thankfulness. Let the Word of Christ—the Message—have the run of the house. Give it plenty of room in your lives. Instruct and direct one another using good common sense. And sing, sing your hearts out to God! Let every detail in your lives—words, actions, whatever—be done in the name of the Master, Jesus, thanking God the Father every step of the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wives, understand and support your husbands by submitting to them in ways that honor the Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Husbands, go all out in love for your wives. Don't take advantage of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Children, do what your parents tell you. This delights the Master no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Parents, don't come down too hard on your children or you'll crush their spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RjjE5d7_odI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BoY1Inn_jNM/s1600-h/HPIM0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060010672918602194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RjjE5d7_odI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BoY1Inn_jNM/s400/HPIM0465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Servants, do what you're told by your earthly masters. And don't just do the minimum that will get you by. Do your best. Work from the heart for your real Master, for God, confident that you'll get paid in full when you come into your inheritance. Keep in mind always that the ultimate Master you're serving is Christ. The sullen servant who does shoddy work will be held responsible. Being a follower of Jesus doesn't cover up bad work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Colossians 3:12-25 (The Message)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RjitLt7_ocI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mKlRY-RaiQg/s1600-h/July+2006+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/19806341-7232564446166787488?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/7232564446166787488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=7232564446166787488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7232564446166787488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7232564446166787488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-in-his-way.html' title='Life in His Way'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RjjFFd7_oeI/AAAAAAAAANE/gOAUVr2_K3w/s72-c/July+2006+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-2491708147602383760</id><published>2007-04-30T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:17.346-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Mottos of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RjYDO97_oVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8232y7umH4Q/s1600-h/HPIM2170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059234787076579666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RjYDO97_oVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8232y7umH4Q/s400/HPIM2170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for. "When you call on me, when you come and pray to me, I'll listen. "When you come looking for me, you'll find me. "Yes, when you get serious about finding me and want it more than anything else, I'll make sure you won't be disappointed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Jeremiah 29:11-14(a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's no secret to anyone who reads this blog that this is my motto verse in life...for myself, our family, our marriage and life in general. I'm clinging SO very hard to this verse today. I've been blessed to volunteer for a position this past year. It's been an awesome experience that words won't ever adequately describe. There's been a lot of growth in my walk, my work experience and simply in me as a person. I attribute this volunteer position to a good portion of that...it's very humbling as I think where I was, where I am and where He'll continue to take me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another motto I live by in my life is this...that God would place job opportunities in my life that are such a blessing, that I would love them enough to do the job for free...with my whole heart and soul, giving it my all and letting Him shine through it all. Today, I am having an interview...to possibly be able to call this volunteer position my job. It's my first interview in 11 years...yes, I worked a job for two years in my old stomping grounds, but I didn't have a formal interview for it. So, yesterday and today have so far, been full of prayer and preparation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"His will, not mine" is what my motto is today. That He'll formulate the words to answer questions posed to me. That His love will shine through me as I have this interview. That in the end, what He wants will transpire, and that it'll be accepted with a loving and humble heart, no matter what that reply might be.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-2491708147602383760?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/2491708147602383760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=2491708147602383760' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2491708147602383760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2491708147602383760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/04/mottos-of-life.html' title='Mottos of Life'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RjYDO97_oVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/8232y7umH4Q/s72-c/HPIM2170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-2214096476110111934</id><published>2007-04-24T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:17.768-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Guided Ways...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Ri43y1ceOAI/AAAAAAAAALk/0M9A7lrEeoc/s1600-h/HPIM2138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057040778063132674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Ri43y1ceOAI/AAAAAAAAALk/0M9A7lrEeoc/s400/HPIM2138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Keep me safe, O God, I've run for dear life to you. I say to God, "Be my Lord!" Without you, nothing makes sense. And these God-chosen lives all around—what splendid friends they make! ... Now you've got my feet on the life path, all radiant from the shining of your face. Ever since you took my hand, I'm on the right way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Psalm 16:1-3,11 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-2214096476110111934?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/2214096476110111934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=2214096476110111934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2214096476110111934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2214096476110111934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/04/guided-ways.html' title='Guided Ways...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Ri43y1ceOAI/AAAAAAAAALk/0M9A7lrEeoc/s72-c/HPIM2138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-3992483723870881388</id><published>2007-04-24T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:17.860-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Our New Addition to Be...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...I wonder which one will be the welcomed addition into our family? One of them will be in a month or so. We haven't let our kids in on the secret quite yet. They have been trying to wear mommy down for a very long time, in terms of welcoming a puppy into the Cinder family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we'll be kept busy, but it'll be a lot of fun. I probably would have been stronger, but after holding these little gaphers when they were two weeks old...well, that just did me right in...so yes, I guess I can be won over depending on the situation ;D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Ri46W1ceOBI/AAAAAAAAALs/rlBUlWVF-1Y/s1600-h/April+22+puppies+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057043595561678866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Ri46W1ceOBI/AAAAAAAAALs/rlBUlWVF-1Y/s400/April+22+puppies+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19806341-3992483723870881388?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/3992483723870881388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=3992483723870881388' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3992483723870881388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3992483723870881388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/04/our-new-addition-to-be.html' title='Our New Addition to Be...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/Ri46W1ceOBI/AAAAAAAAALs/rlBUlWVF-1Y/s72-c/April+22+puppies+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4574194630873395314</id><published>2007-04-23T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:18.113-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>A Life for the Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RZQi-jF7reI/AAAAAAAAAEc/H3xVllO2JmQ/s1600-h/HPIM0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013670743137562082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RZQi-jF7reI/AAAAAAAAAEc/H3xVllO2JmQ/s400/HPIM0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture from our old stomping grounds of so long ago. I'm making a 'flying' trip up there tonight and will be back tomorrow morning to take Mr. Cinder to work, teach school and live out a 'typical' Tuesday in the life of the Cinder household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go, I'm having a lot of thoughts run through my mind. It's partly where I'm at and what I'm experiencing I'm sure. I haven't been on this venue to write much, mostly because of how I explained it to someone..."that I'm worried about the fact I sometimes seem bipolar or with my back up against the wall." The bottom-line is that I haven't felt very creative lately and any time I've had free, I've wanted to spend with the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a lot of soul-searching and that seemingly amounts to many changes when I do it. Change isn't a bad thing, especially when it's coming at the following of His prompting. I'm trying hard to be more aware of each and everything I do in my life. Every moment is precious...even those ones which are spent in thought and quiet reflection. They all count towards something eternal and for that reason, I'm really surveying things to make sure I'm living with the right condition of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I know that driving a ton for a pretty short period of time seems really weird and crack-potty to a lot of people. But for me, it will be an awesome time of being with Him and enjoying His beauty as I drive through His creation. It will also allow me time to be with an awesome friend whom I miss so dearly. We can be apart for months and when together, it seems we never were apart at all. This will be a time of drinking that all in and hopefully finding strength to endure this continuing battle of illness with a much better strength and positive attitude than I have fought with up to this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told someone this week that my motto in this life is to give to everyone who crosses my path. To give my friendship, my heart, my support and whatever else I'm supposed to do in each situation. This is so hard sometimes, because giving of yourself opens you up to a lot of pain and heartache. But to live a guarded life I think would supply me with even more heartache and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful today for where I'm at and where He'll eventually take me. My life may not be perfect...I may not be perfect...but it's a blessing to go through life living each moment, instead of simply watching them all fly by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-4574194630873395314?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4574194630873395314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4574194630873395314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4574194630873395314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4574194630873395314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-for-living.html' title='A Life for the Living'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RZQi-jF7reI/AAAAAAAAAEc/H3xVllO2JmQ/s72-c/HPIM0221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-3589164097551803071</id><published>2007-04-20T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:19:14.554-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinder&apos;s pen'/><title type='text'>You Are My Love</title><content type='html'>As I sit here in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;Pondering all You are.&lt;br /&gt;I can't fathom all You offer me,&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes contemplate,&lt;br /&gt;The roads I've already travelled.&lt;br /&gt;I know You have a plan in all things,&lt;br /&gt;Please help me to simply follow and accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my love,&lt;br /&gt;You are my peace,&lt;br /&gt;You blanket me and are always by my side.&lt;br /&gt;You are my hope,&lt;br /&gt;You are my strength,&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like I can't go one step further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me God,&lt;br /&gt;To quiet myself and listen for Your voice.&lt;br /&gt;Shut out the noise and commotion,&lt;br /&gt;So the confusion will die down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know You are the only way,&lt;br /&gt;Help me never to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Even when things feel so desperate,&lt;br /&gt;Let my eyes be on Your light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You are my love,&lt;br /&gt;You are my peace,&lt;br /&gt;You blanket me and are always by my side.&lt;br /&gt;You are my hope,&lt;br /&gt;You are my strength,&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like I can't go one step further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me see Your love,&lt;br /&gt;And feel Your peace,&lt;br /&gt;And always let You blanket me.&lt;br /&gt;Help me know You are my strength,&lt;br /&gt;And know I will never falter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love You Lord,&lt;br /&gt;You are my light.&lt;br /&gt;And I need You more than ever,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-3589164097551803071?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/3589164097551803071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=3589164097551803071' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3589164097551803071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3589164097551803071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-are-my-love.html' title='You Are My Love'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-1721318442739700411</id><published>2007-04-18T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T13:48:33.501-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>A Vastly Different Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Life is hard. Most of us have reasons to lie down on life and never get up...Christ got down next to us in the grave, stayed the better part of three days, and then got up...so we'd have permission to get up too. And start living life. Beloved, let this one sink in deeply: if God allowed you to be thrown into a pit, you weren't picked on; you were picked out. God entrusted that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suffering&lt;/span&gt; to you because He has faith in you. Live up to it. All the way up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Beth Moore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard a lot about Beth Moore and her writings. I haven't had a chance to read anything she's written until last week. A while ago I was looking for online Bible studies, etc. and I had happened upon a book by Beth Moore entitled, "Get Out of That Pit: Straight Talk about God's Deliverance ". At the time, I kinda put it in my memory bank and continued on my way. Last Wednesday, while at the Christian book store to run an errand, I turned and saw this book with a sales tag on it. My inner voice prompted me hard to get it, so I did and since then, when I have time to sit and read, I can't pry myself from this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's caused me to reflect even deeper about a lot of things in my life...the direction it's going and whether or not I've been sitting idle, driving in reverse, in the midst of a detour, simply under construction or a multitude of other things which could be the direction of a trip. I've been thinking about the fact that there's nothing really wrong with most of these things if God is at the realm, but if we are attempting to take control of the directing, then there's endless possibilities of what could potentially go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing which has been relevant lately has been my health. Deep down, I think it's probably been an issue, as to why it can't be figured out what's going on. I know it's an issue for many around me and I'm realizing that no matter how hard I might try not to, I have been drinking those into my system and this has been causing a wide variety of emotions. It came to me last night, that maybe I'm simply not supposed to know what's causing the repeated infections...maybe that's not what He wants me to take from this experience in life. Deep down, I think the lesson I'm supposed to take away is one of complete and total surrender of all things. A surrendering which is not conditional on eventually knowing the outcome of what's going on, but one which is simply allowing me to be content where I am and learning to live a full life in spite of the obstacles around me. Maybe there will come a time when the cause is figured out and options are available to help rid the infection for good. But I can't stay in idle, because who knows how long that might be and if it will ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the only thing I can really do, is to take steps to be able to live in the most positive light for Him. In this book three steps are talked about: &lt;strong&gt;CRY OUT, CONFESS and CONSENT. &lt;/strong&gt;I haven't read far enough to say what the book says these steps are, but simply by looking at them, I feel a lot of peace. I know in my heart, that by doing these steps daily, I will get to that level of unconditional and complete surrender that He wants me at. I know there's a lot of work ahead of me, but I truly believe that it will all be for the better...the best for me, for my relationship with God, for my marriage, for my family, for those relationships with people around me and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not always easy...many times it is hard and I think we do wish we could just lay down...at least I know I feel that way a lot of times. I think when you make a commitment to change and work on the betterment, the obstacles will increase and that feeling will be very overwhelming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt;. But He's with us always...He knows us and loves us in the midst of all things, regardless of whether we see something as a success of failure, I believe He sees it all as progression to where He knows we all can be. That's a huge comfort, especially in times when you can't see the light at the end of tunnel and things seem to be getting increasingly worse instead of better. Even when it feels like He's not there and doesn't care, He does and so much more than we really know. It's those times which bring us to a deeper level with Him and cause us to see who He is in a vastly different light and also to see what He sees in us each and every moment of our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-1721318442739700411?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/1721318442739700411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=1721318442739700411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1721318442739700411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1721318442739700411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/04/vastly-different-light.html' title='A Vastly Different Light'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-6299544887775926832</id><published>2007-04-04T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T16:24:55.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation....</title><content type='html'>"As you feel the timber of the cross and trace the braid of the crown and finger the point of the spike - pause and listen. Perchance you will hear Him whisper: I did this JUST for YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Max Lucado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-6299544887775926832?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/6299544887775926832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=6299544887775926832' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6299544887775926832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6299544887775926832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/04/contemplation.html' title='Contemplation....'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-6452554556773191396</id><published>2007-04-03T05:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:18.308-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Chosen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RhI4ztsJDUI/AAAAAAAAALU/JgtgY7ILviA/s1600-h/June+2006+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049160593324969282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RhI4ztsJDUI/AAAAAAAAALU/JgtgY7ILviA/s400/June+2006+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give praise to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. He has blessed us with every spiritual blessing. Those blessings come from the heavenly world. They belong to us because we belong to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God chose us to belong to Christ before the world was created. He chose us to be holy and without blame in his eyes. He loved us. So he decided long ago to adopt us as his children. He did it because of what Jesus Christ has done. It pleased God to do it. All those things bring praise to his glorious grace. God freely gave us his grace because of the One he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been set free because of what Christ has done. Through his blood our sins have been forgiven. We have been set free because God's grace is so rich. He poured his grace on us by giving us great wisdom and understanding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed us the mystery of his plan. It was in keeping with what he wanted to do. It was what he had planned through Christ. It will all come about when history has been completed. God will then bring together all things in heaven and on earth under one ruler. The ruler is Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also chosen to belong to him. God decided to choose us long ago in keeping with his plan. He works out everything to fit his plan and purpose. We were the first to put our hope in Christ. We were chosen to bring praise to his glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also became believers in Christ. That happened when you heard the message of truth. It was the good news about how you could be saved. When you believed, he marked you with a seal. The seal is the Holy Spirit that he promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit marks us as God's own. We can now be sure that someday we will receive all that God has promised. That will happen after God sets all of his people completely free. All of those things will bring praise to his glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ephesians 1:3-14 (NIRV)&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/19806341-6452554556773191396?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/6452554556773191396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=6452554556773191396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6452554556773191396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6452554556773191396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/04/chosen.html' title='Chosen...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RhI4ztsJDUI/AAAAAAAAALU/JgtgY7ILviA/s72-c/June+2006+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-5807589263431351388</id><published>2007-04-01T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:00:22.147-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Courage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bigfoto.com/sites/galery/photos4/bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bigfoto.com/sites/galery/photos4/bench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Courage is not limited to the battlefield or the Indianapolis 500 or bravely catching a thief in your house. The real tests of courage are much quieter. They are the inner tests, like remaining faithful when nobody's looking, like enduring pain when the room is empty, like standing alone when you're misunderstood.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Charles Swindoll&lt;/div&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/19806341-5807589263431351388?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/5807589263431351388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=5807589263431351388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5807589263431351388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5807589263431351388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/04/courage.html' title='Courage...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4748274017115157928</id><published>2007-03-30T11:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T20:29:01.955-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I really felt like typing anything. Even now, it's not necessarily that I feel like typing, but am continuing to sort a lot of things out. I've really been out of the loop in a lot of senses the past while, both in real life and this electronic world as well. This week held a tiny bit of returning to some sense of 'normalcy'. It very well might be that we're simply changing what 'normalcy' is, but whatever it might be called, a tiny bit of it has been felt this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was blessed to be able to attend a Wednesday night prayer service. It's an awesome circle of people who meet...a circle which is always open to as many people who want to be in it. There is a love and God's presence felt that I simply cannot do justice in through my words. To be able to drink in God's presence as richly as I did the other night, was a precious gift that I have missed SO very much. It's definitely experiences and things like that which allow you to gain a renewed sense of strength and vision, and that give you the endurance to continue down the winding road of this journey. We sang the song below on Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD OF COMFORT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DDOZLAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the weary you have promised rest&lt;br /&gt;To the earnest you promise righteousness&lt;br /&gt;To the broken comes the time to be restored&lt;br /&gt;Upon the pure in heart&lt;br /&gt;Comes the presence of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we pass through the waters&lt;br /&gt;We will not be swept away&lt;br /&gt;And as we pass through the fire&lt;br /&gt;We will not be set ablaze&lt;br /&gt;By that which all shall pass away&lt;br /&gt;God of comfort&lt;br /&gt;God of freedom God of hope&lt;br /&gt;God of comfort&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the troubled you have promised peace&lt;br /&gt;To the shackled you promise true release&lt;br /&gt;To the faithful come the prophecies fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Upon the selfless&lt;br /&gt;Rests the blessing of Your will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we pass through the waters&lt;br /&gt;We will not be swept away&lt;br /&gt;And as we pass through the fire&lt;br /&gt;We will not be set ablaze&lt;br /&gt;By that which all shall pass away&lt;br /&gt;God of comfort&lt;br /&gt;God of freedom God of hope&lt;br /&gt;God of comfort&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;You are...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© 2001 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Northview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Music&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sang, it felt like God's arms were coming around me and saying that it's okay that I feel tired, broken, weak and so much more. His presence engulfed me and in that moment, I knew that no matter what, I will come out standing strong. He'll give me all I need to endure and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;persevere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance is so huge. The longing to be accepted by those around you, simply for where you're at and not for where you can't possibly be right now. The responsibility which lies on our shoulders, to not long for what we don't have or where we aren't, but to accept and be content with exactly where He's placed us and with all that is on our plates at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To simply live a life which is pleasing to Him...I learned an important lesson the other night. I don't always see myself in a good light. I don't always see myself as being a very strong light for Him. I don't see myself as enduring this time gracefully, being strong in any sense of the word or being anything that would set any semblance of a good example or testimony for anyone around me. The other night I learned, that God often shows us who we truly are through the eyes of those around us. I really think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt;, that this is why He has made us to live in the communities that we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty humbling to me today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-4748274017115157928?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4748274017115157928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4748274017115157928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4748274017115157928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4748274017115157928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/03/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-7167758215528626048</id><published>2007-03-27T20:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:56:49.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Acts of Kindness Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/CHozenoswcI' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/CHozenoswcI'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been thinking a lot about living life randomly and with a strong component of love and kindness, regardless of what might be going on. I've also been thinking a lot about how I can properly model this to my kids and help them to have it be a strong installation in their lives from an early age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that Random Acts of Kindess week was a little over a month ago, I thought I would post this video for some food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, my thought is that everyday poses endless opportunities, so I'm working towards having that component there daily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-7167758215528626048?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/7167758215528626048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=7167758215528626048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7167758215528626048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7167758215528626048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-acts-of-kindness-week_6630.html' title='Random Acts of Kindness Week'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-8333301951603321482</id><published>2007-03-26T21:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:49:03.379-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>All You Need...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quilt of Holes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all the other souls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles; an angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in every day life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together,threadbare and empty, like binding air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose; each in turn,holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness, and wealth, and false accusations that tookfrom me my world, as I knew it. I had to start over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster thestrength to pick up and begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been heldup to ridicule, which I endured painfully, each time offering it up to the Father in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with wide eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes, creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said, "Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles. Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;God determines who walks into your life....it's up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;...When there is nothing left but God that is when you find out that God is all you need.&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/19806341-8333301951603321482?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/8333301951603321482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=8333301951603321482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/8333301951603321482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/8333301951603321482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-may-not-be-party-we-hoped-for-but.html' title='All You Need...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-1343369970754906143</id><published>2007-03-24T21:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:23:55.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Hell is Matt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Pkh5opBp6K4' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Pkh5opBp6K4'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A friend sent this video to me a while ago. I like the sights it shows and especially like the music...it reminds me of the way my summer ended...beautiful and unforgettable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I pull this up when I need to rest and drink in some sights and music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-1343369970754906143?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/1343369970754906143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=1343369970754906143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1343369970754906143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/1343369970754906143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-hell-is-matt_2729.html' title='Where the Hell is Matt'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-4434342528016827069</id><published>2007-03-22T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T15:30:34.861-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Surrounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry Out To Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Words by Mac Powell / Music by Third Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To everyone who's lost someone they love&lt;br /&gt;Long before it was their time&lt;br /&gt;You feel like the days you had were not enough&lt;br /&gt;when you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all of the people with burdens and pains&lt;br /&gt;Keeping you back from your life&lt;br /&gt;You believe that there's nothing and there is no one&lt;br /&gt;Who can make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is hope for the helpless&lt;br /&gt;Rest for the weary&lt;br /&gt;Love for the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;There is grace and forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Mercy and healing&lt;br /&gt;He'll meet you wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the marriage that's struggling just to hang on&lt;br /&gt;They lost all of their faith in love&lt;br /&gt;They've done all they can to make it right again&lt;br /&gt;Still it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who can't break the addictions and chains&lt;br /&gt;You try to give up but you come back again&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that you're not alone in your shame&lt;br /&gt;And your suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your lonely&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like the whole world is falling on you&lt;br /&gt;You just reach out, you just cry out to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Cry to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the widow who struggles with being alone&lt;br /&gt;Wiping the tears from her eyes&lt;br /&gt;For the children around the world without a home&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another favorite which I've started listening to this week. It speaks volumes every time I play it, because it talks about how life is and what the answer is. It doesn't say that things will always be okay or you'll never have problems. What it does say, is that despite that, He's always there with you and you simply need to cry, whisper or just think the words...He'll hear them...He already knows what's being thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart." (Hebrews 12:1-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-4434342528016827069?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/4434342528016827069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=4434342528016827069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4434342528016827069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/4434342528016827069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/03/surrounded.html' title='Surrounded'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-7447750726421313594</id><published>2007-03-20T12:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:10:58.765-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>The Journey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've found myself listening to more music than ever the past while. Listening in quiet reflection as I take in the words. Praying through some of the songs, especially in times where the words don't come easy. I'm beginning this week off, being able to sing in one on one worship. That's been virtually non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;existent&lt;/span&gt; in my life the past few months, yet so very essential to how I'm wired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continue this journey of figuring things out and wondering how things took some of the turns they did, I do have to look at the point of getting back to what I know works. Not only getting back to it, but making a pact between God and I, that I won't continue to lose sight of it. I've still got a distance to go in getting there, and really, things might always be a work towards other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for our family, we are still fighting off illness. It seems we barely get all better and another falls ill. I am still on antibiotics, but thankfully all those nasty side effects of medicine have subsided...I'm remembering to use my head when taking my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, which has helped a lot in making sure the side effects stay away. Am I completely better? I don't even want to wager a guess on that one. I'm going to leave it up to the doctors, because it's really out of my control in many ways. We're surviving and I know I'm feeling His presence in a very strong way this week, even more so than others...that's a small light in life right now. As I've told people, I'm trying hard to not yearn for where I could be, but simply be content with where I am. It's not easy to be content where you are, when that seems to be a low place, but I am realizing that for God to truly work through a situation, that total surrender is essential, so I am working hard towards that for Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; and has been playing constantly...it's my new favorite. If you would like to listen to it, you can hear it here &lt;a href="http://www.selahonline.com/"&gt;http://www.selahonline.com/&lt;/a&gt;...it's powerful and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I listen to it, I feel His love wash over me and and that helps me to attend to the things I need to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Nichole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nordeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One day, eyes that are blind will see you clearly&lt;br /&gt;One day all who deny will finally believe&lt;br /&gt;One day hearts made of stone will break in pieces&lt;br /&gt;One day chains, once unbroken, will fall down at Your feet&lt;br /&gt;So we wait&lt;br /&gt;For that one day&lt;br /&gt;Come quickly, we want to see Your…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory&lt;br /&gt;Every knee falls down before Thee&lt;br /&gt;Every tongue offers You praise, with every hand raised&lt;br /&gt;Singing Glory&lt;br /&gt;To You and unto You only&lt;br /&gt;We’ll sing Glory to Your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, voices that lie will all be silenced&lt;br /&gt;One day all that’s divided will be whole again&lt;br /&gt;One day death will retreat, and wave its white flag&lt;br /&gt;One day love will defeat the strongest enemy&lt;br /&gt;So we wait&lt;br /&gt;For that one day&lt;br /&gt;Come quickly, we want to see Your…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory&lt;br /&gt;Every knee falls down before Thee&lt;br /&gt;Every tongue offers You praise, with every hand raised&lt;br /&gt;Singing Glory&lt;br /&gt;To You and unto You only&lt;br /&gt;We’ll sing Glory to Your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know not the day or the hour,&lt;br /&gt;or the moments in between&lt;br /&gt;But we know the end of the story…&lt;br /&gt;when we’ll see Your…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory&lt;br /&gt;Every knee falls down before Thee&lt;br /&gt;Every tongue offers You praise, with every hand raised&lt;br /&gt;Singing Glory&lt;br /&gt;To You and unto You only&lt;br /&gt;We’ll sing Glory to Your name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-7447750726421313594?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/7447750726421313594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=7447750726421313594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7447750726421313594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7447750726421313594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/03/journey.html' title='The Journey...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-88611311995992578</id><published>2007-03-19T07:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T10:07:00.453-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinder&apos;s pen'/><title type='text'>Teach Me</title><content type='html'>I would have to say that the past week has had the "Teach Me" theme stamped on it. Teach me to accept the season I'm in...to live with more grace and humility than ever before...to love deeper than I've ever loved...to live this life like I've never lived before...to not take so much for granted, but see it as the precious cargo it is...and so very more lessons which came out of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went away this weekend, as my friend put it...'to drink deeply from the well of my family'. And that's exactly what I did...I drank as deeply from their well as I could, so I could take as much of them as possible home in my heart. Leading up to leaving, I worked hard to drain my tank of some really dangerous toxins. I can't say that my tank was completely emptied, but some of it was and it allowed me to refuel in a huge way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this blog has probably been confusing for some who have come on, especially for the fact of me not saying all that's going on. I guess the easiest thing to say, is that I've been in a low...lots of things have caused it and it's been a struggle. But I came to an important place this week. There are seasons for everything and some last a lot longer than others. I'm working towards simply being content where I am and not wishing to be somewhere I'm not. I've been reading a lot about how God works through our weaknesses if we allow Him and that we do a lot of injustice, by not admitting our weaknesses or simply accepting the spot we are at and allowing Him to work through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I'm working towards right now. Simply being content and attempting to see the positive, no matter what the day holds. I wrote this at some point throughout the week...my writing has been focused between God and I. But, being that it's the theme for the week gone past, I thought I would share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teach me to surrender&lt;br /&gt;And not hold back in pride.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to realize&lt;br /&gt;The true benefits of you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you'll break me&lt;br /&gt;As many times are required&lt;br /&gt;To truly fall at your feet&lt;br /&gt;And say I'm completely Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To no longer want or need control,&lt;br /&gt;But only truly need You.&lt;br /&gt;To live each moment as the last,&lt;br /&gt;No regrets or inhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me begin to live my life,&lt;br /&gt;Like I've never lived before.&lt;br /&gt;With a deep peace and love,&lt;br /&gt;And complete trust in You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer looking for answers,&lt;br /&gt;Every place except at Your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Bring me back to You I pray,&lt;br /&gt;Bring me back to Your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me feel You so strong,&lt;br /&gt;That I know not fully accepting would be disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to say,&lt;br /&gt;“At Your feet I will be, as long as You breath the breath of life into me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me and mold me as You see fit,&lt;br /&gt;Break and recreate where it's needed.&lt;br /&gt;As often as necessary,&lt;br /&gt;No questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Your Glory and not my fallen human nature,&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours,&lt;br /&gt;And through me let you be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Not perfection, simply You and not me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-88611311995992578?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/88611311995992578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=88611311995992578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/88611311995992578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/88611311995992578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/03/teach-me.html' title='Teach Me'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-116405817174920287</id><published>2007-03-10T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:09:18.627-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RfK4QVHP9nI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gtXByoZuAeE/s1600-h/HPIM2163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040293523665974898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RfK4QVHP9nI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gtXByoZuAeE/s400/HPIM2163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith is deliberate confidence in the character of God whose ways you may not understand at the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Oswald Chambers~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/19806341-116405817174920287?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/116405817174920287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=116405817174920287' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/116405817174920287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/116405817174920287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2006/11/faith-is-deliberate-confidence-in.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ozs5SyWlj5E/RfK4QVHP9nI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gtXByoZuAeE/s72-c/HPIM2163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-6409573926800531294</id><published>2007-03-09T00:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:59:40.076-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Directions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever felt like you're simply being pulled in a million different directions?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You see, right now that's where I am on many different levels. My family is continuing to battle illness...you know we've gotten really used to having me sick, but lately I've been sicker than usual and right now it seems we're guaranteed to have at least one, if not more of us sick all at once. This has went on for a month now...it's getting really exhausting. There are days where I am angry and frustrated, yet trying hard to find what I'm supposed to find in this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I know some would say, you don't need to find something in everything. But my thought is that when something lasts as long as it's lasted, there's something to be found, taken and learned from. Whether that be to slow down and rest or to simply start surrendering and quit relying so much on your own power...I don't know, but I'm feebly attempting to do what I can...whether it's enough or not is yet to be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I guess the other thing is that I've been feeling a pull ministry-wise for so long, yet I've balked it for a variety of reasons. If I'm being completely honest, I'd have to say that my pride and some fear have played a part and also what those around me have been thinking about it. Yet as much as I want to jump into something, I then think about whether or not, while I'm sick, am I clearly discerning anything...especially the voice of God. Right now I think I'd have to say no. And for that reason I will continue to wait and attend to the most important ministry I have...my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;They are my most important ministry. I think sometimes in the hustle and bustle of life or in the despairing times, I tend to forget that sometimes. So this weekend, as our plans have been placed on hold yet again, due to illness and all that, I will attend to my family in the best way I can. I may not be who I normally am or do all I normally do, but I'll simply be there for them how I can and I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; be enough, because they simply want me and I simply want them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You know, I'm up right now because I can't sleep, but yet I'm so tired! So that's why I was typing, but now I think it's time to stop and go to Him and cry out yet again. And this week, it's literally been 'crying out', but I don't think that's a bad thing either, 'cause at times it feels like the frustration, pain and anger are pouring out...at least they're pouring out and allowing me to heal spiritually, if nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"There is a time for everything. There's a time for everything that is done on earth. There is a time to be born. And there's a time to die. There is a time to plant. And there's a time to pull up what is planted. There is a time to kill. And there's a time to heal. There is a time to tear down. And there's a time to build up. There is a time to cry. And there's a time to laugh. There is a time to be sad. And there's a time to dance. There is a time to scatter stones. And there's a time to gather them. There is a time to hug. And there's a time not to hug. There is a time to search. And there's a time to stop searching. There is a time to keep. And there's a time to throw away. There is a time to tear. And there's a time to mend. There is a time to be silent. And there's a time to speak. There is a time to love. And there's a time to hate. There is a time for war. And there's a time for peace." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;/span&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/19806341-6409573926800531294?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/6409573926800531294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=6409573926800531294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6409573926800531294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/6409573926800531294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/03/directions.html' title='Directions'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-2742839052575059960</id><published>2007-03-08T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:03:47.604-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>My Rock of Clinging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ImageChef.com - Create custom images" src="http://img1.imagechef.com/w/070308/samp5c53743acaee8186.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So we're not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There's far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can't see now will last forever. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ 2 Corinthians 4:16-18 (The Message)&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/19806341-2742839052575059960?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/2742839052575059960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=2742839052575059960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2742839052575059960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2742839052575059960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-rock.html' title='My Rock of Clinging...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-7229079737992442024</id><published>2007-03-07T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:19:24.164-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Focusing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Every time you cross my mind, I break out in exclamations of thanks to God. Each exclamation is a trigger to prayer. I find myself praying for you with a glad heart. I am so pleased that you have continued on in this with us, believing and proclaiming God's Message, from the day you heard it right up to the present. There has never been the slightest doubt in my mind that the God who started this great work in you would keep at it and bring it to a flourishing finish on the very day Christ Jesus appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not at all fanciful for me to think this way about you. My prayers and hopes have deep roots in reality. You have, after all, stuck with me all the way from the time I was thrown in jail, put on trial, and came out of it in one piece. All along you have experienced with me the most generous help from God. He knows how much I love and miss you these days. Sometimes I think I feel as strongly about you as Christ does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my prayer: that your love will flourish and that you will not only love much but well. Learn to love appropriately. You need to use your head and test your feelings so that your love is sincere and intelligent, not sentimental gush. Live a lover's life, circumspect and exemplary, a life Jesus will be proud of: bountiful in fruits from the soul, making Jesus Christ attractive to all, getting everyone involved in the glory and praise of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Philippians 1:3-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much all I can muster up for blogging this week. I'll be back to comment to those of you who have left comments, but that'll have to be later in the week. This passage is hopefully where I will find myself reading and reflecting today. Despite all which is going on, I am living with thankfulness for all whom He's brought into my life. Trying hard to place my focus on the positive, in order to place a shadow on the negative. Isn't easy and isn't always accomplished, but that's where I am and it'll have to be good enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extent of my writing are the words below...they might not make much sense, but right now I honestly don't make a lot of sense. Oh well, we live with what we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the dawn begins to rise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I slowly open up my eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What will today hold?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What will I need?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, please let me be real!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No games, no walls or masks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To live my life without attempts for super heroics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me know that I show you through both the bad and the good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what comes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy or saddness, peace or chaos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Health or illness, life or death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray you'll somehow shine through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-7229079737992442024?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/7229079737992442024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=7229079737992442024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7229079737992442024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/7229079737992442024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/03/focusing.html' title='Focusing...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-2521926011380801707</id><published>2007-03-05T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:11:39.723-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>Masks and Bungee Jumping</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And now, here's what I'm going to do: I'm going to start all over again. I'm taking her back out into the wilderness where we had our first date, and I'll court her. I'll give her bouquets of roses. I'll turn Heartbreak Valley into Acres of Hope. She'll respond like she did as a young girl, those days when she was fresh out of Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"At that time"—this is God's Message still— "you'll address me, 'Dear husband!' Never again will you address me, 'My slave-master!' I'll wash your mouth out with soap, get rid of all the dirty false-god names, not so much as a whisper of those names again. At the same time I'll make a peace treaty between you and wild animals and birds and reptiles, And get rid of all weapons of war. Think of it! Safe from beasts and bullies! And then I'll marry you for good—forever! I'll marry you true and proper, in love and tenderness. Yes, I'll marry you and neither leave you nor let you go. You'll know me, God, for who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"On the very same day, I'll answer"—this is God's Message— "I'll answer the sky, sky will answer earth, Earth will answer grain and wine and olive oil, and they'll all answer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jezreel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'll plant her in the good earth. I'll have mercy on No-Mercy.I'll say to Nobody, 'You're my dear Somebody,' and he'll say 'You're my God!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God ordered me, "Start all over: Love your wife again, your wife who's in bed with her latest boyfriend, your cheating wife. Love her the way I, God, love the Israelite people, even as they flirt and party with every god that takes their fancy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I did it. I paid good money to get her back. It cost me the price of a slave. Then I told her, "From now on you're living with me. No more whoring, no more sleeping around. You're living with me and I'm living with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The people of Israel are going to live a long time stripped of security and protection,without religion and comfort, godless and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prayerless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But in time they'll come back, these Israelites, come back looking for their God and their David-King. They'll come back chastened to reverence before God and his good gifts, ready for the End of the story of his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hosea 2:14-23; 3:1-5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm blogging twice in one day...in one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt;. Big Mister and Little Miss have a day off of school, so Little Mister and I are taking one as well...at least the morning...we're all going to do some work this afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, I read this scripture passage on Friday. It brought me to many places...a place where I just wept, truly let everything drain out of me through my tears. It brought me to a place of realizing how hard I am on myself so many days. I realized a little bit, the danger I play by being so hard on myself. I think this often causes me to not truly realize the extent of potential God does have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on Friday and was truly honest with myself...about everything...my fears, disappointments, short-comings, pain, frustrations. I came to a place of realizing that I can't live my life with walls up and expect that I'll get anything substantial out of it...relationships, friendships, my walk with Christ, my potential in all my roles...they will never reach their full potential and people will never truly see ME, until I break the walls down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I sit and type, I'm crying, because at some point in my life I bought into Satan's lie that I needed to live a perfect life and that I couldn't just simply be me. You know, I might not be perfect, but I'm beautiful in His eyes, from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's sermon yesterday was all about masks and taking them OFF! Beginning to live real and not try to hide behind the masks of life appearing to be perfect, fear, anger, etc. I've been living with multiple masks on, partly because I felt I was doing everyone a favor if I spared them what was truly going on. I didn't want to heap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; plate with my problems and have them be over-burdened...but I didn't allow them to make that decision...I made it for them! In the process of making that decision, I essentially put a huge wall between a lot of people and me, by not allowing them all the way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working towards the demolition on those walls. Do I think it will come today or overnight? Was Rome built in a day? No...just like it takes time for walls to be erected, it will take time to demolish them. It will take restraint, strength and courage to not fall back into 'old' ways and build those walls back up again. It will take that same restraint, strength and courage to truly be honest and allow my true identity to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite the hardships, I know that I am going to experience a freedom like I've never experienced before. I'm experiencing a small bit of it today, even as I reflect and begin to change course. Does it mean that things will always be peachy? That problems, pain, grief, anger, etc. will never arise? No, but what it does mean, is that I will hopefully begin to handle them very differently! I will allow people into my world. truly into it, to see what's going on and will realize that it's perfectly okay to be there. I will slowly learn to be content with where I am, and not where I think I should be. I will slowly learn to be content with who I am, and not whom I think I should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I walk a very winding path of life sometimes? A friend once likened it to 'bungee-jumping'. Yeah I do tend to walk that sort of life, but the hugest blessing is the fact of the people who are there to support and guide me when my cord breaks. They love me for me, even when I can't love myself. They see me for who I truly am, especially when I can't see it myself. They often know me much better than I know myself. But for me, that's the truest blessings of this life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-2521926011380801707?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/2521926011380801707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=2521926011380801707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2521926011380801707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/2521926011380801707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/03/masks-and-bungee-jumping.html' title='Masks and Bungee Jumping'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-5467361704181986672</id><published>2007-03-04T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T09:34:50.768-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Because of You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THERE’S A PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Paul Oakley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE’S A PLACE WHERE THE STREETS SHINE&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE GLORY OF THE LAMB&lt;br /&gt;THERE’S A WAY WE CAN GO THERE&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN LIVE THERE BEYOND TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF YOU- BECAUSE OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF YOUR LOVE-BECAUSE OF YOUR BLOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE PAIN- NO MORE SADNESS&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE SUFFERING- NO MORE TEARS&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE SIN- NO MORE SICKNESS&lt;br /&gt;NO INJUSTICE- NO MORE DEATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF YOU- BECAUSE OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF YOUR LOVE-BECAUSE OF YOUR BLOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OUR SINS ARE WASHED AWAY&lt;br /&gt;AND WE CAN LIVE FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;NOW WE CAN HAVE THIS HOPE BECAUSE OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;OH WE’LL SEE YOU FACE TO FACE&lt;br /&gt;AND WE WILL DANCE TOGETHER&lt;br /&gt;IN THE CITY OF OUR GOD BECAUSE OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS JOY EVERLASTING&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS GLADNESS- THERE IS PEACE&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS WINE EVER FLOWING&lt;br /&gt;THERE’S A WEDDING- THERE’S A FEAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF YOU- BECAUSE OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF YOUR LOVE-BECAUSE OF YOUR BLOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a funeral on Saturday at our church for a very remarkable woman of God. This was the closing song and it's been in my head ever since. I woke up, both yesterday and this morning, with this song singing through my head...drums, guitar and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a very humbling and hugely amazing weekend. It was the first time I've actually been out a good portion of the time and not come home completely exhausted. For the first time since the end of November, beginning of December, I can cautiously say that I feel like I might be on the mend. I know I have a long way to go, but it feels like we might have actually found the key to moving forward a little at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a lot of soul searching this weekend. I've really sat and thought about what is truly important in my life. Thought about what really brings purpose and meaning to who I am. What I truly need to do to be strong and seeming to continually be free-falling in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a very overwhelming weekend, but at the same time, very rewarding and powerful. Life's precious...I'm finally back to wanting to truly live it out again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-5467361704181986672?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/5467361704181986672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=5467361704181986672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5467361704181986672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/5467361704181986672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/03/because-of-you.html' title='Because of You...'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19806341.post-3486349695568458011</id><published>2007-03-01T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:41:38.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rick Warren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Claims and Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE LORD HAS DONE IN ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Reuben Morgan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET THE WEAK SAY I AM STRONG&lt;br /&gt;LET THE POOR SAY I AM RICH&lt;br /&gt;LET THE BLIND SAY I CAN SEE&lt;br /&gt;IT’S WHAT THE LORD HAS DONE IN ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOSANNA HOSANNA&lt;br /&gt;TO THE LAMB THAT WAS SLAIN&lt;br /&gt;HOSANNA HOSANNA&lt;br /&gt;JESUS DIED AND ROSE AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTO THE RIVER I WILL WADE&lt;br /&gt;THERE MY SINS ARE WASHED AWAY&lt;br /&gt;FROM THE HEAVENS MERCY STREAMS&lt;br /&gt;OF THE SAVIOR’S LOVE FOR ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL RISE FROM WATERS DEEP&lt;br /&gt;INTO THE SAVING ARMS OF GOD&lt;br /&gt;I WILL SING SALVATION SONGS&lt;br /&gt;JESUS CHRIST HAS SET ME FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang this song on Sunday at church. It came into my head and I began to sing it a little while ago. It's a song of huge strength for me, because it speaks of how powerful His love is for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was emailing with a friend this morning and I wrote these words... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A small light was that despite how everything has been, yesterday was actually a pretty good day. I was going through my serving seminar results and was also going through some scripture from the Bible study assignment our group was going to do. I came to a place of knowing deep inside that I will come through everything strong and I simply can't focus on the negatives any longer. I can't beat myself up because of the short-comings I might be portraying, but simply draw more from Him...knowing that eventually those short-comings might not be there, or at least nearly as bad as they are currently."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've also been trying to take personal inventory and this was a question I asked&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..."The last while as I've struggled, have I portrayed a bad walk or huge lack of faith?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for me, the biggest fear I have is that I will portray God in a bad light, through how I deal with the trials in my life. I know deep within me, as a result of things which have happened in the past and just because of how I think, that I do have a strong faith. But my worry is, that if I have to continue to justify this in my mind, then am I being blasphemous to God on a daily basis? Am I falling short in my love and devotion to Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually going to be claiming this song as a daily prayer for me. I want to make that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; effort...to go to Him, to be in the river, washed clean to start the day and living each day in His loving arms. I know I'm saved because of His love and therefore, I know that I will be victorious...so will you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say that this post is simply the beginning of me being able to wrap my head around what God's speaking right now. It's the beginning of me digging deep within myself and pulling myself closer to Him. It's the beginning of trying to stomp the excess noise and lies of the enemy, which come into my mind daily. I guess you could say I'm accepting me for me and claiming myself for Who I truly belong to. Remember &lt;strong&gt;Day: 25: Transformed by Trouble &lt;/strong&gt;from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Purpose Driven Life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by Rick Warren that I was talking about yesterday? This portion talks about life, problems and God's role in those. There will be more reflection to come on this chapter...it was the medicine I needed to take in this week. I am going to end with this passage from that chapter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"God has a purpose behind every problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He uses circumstances to develop our character. In fact, he depends more on circumstances to make us like Jesus than he depends on our reading the Bible. The reason is obvious: You face circumstances twenty-four hours a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus warned us that we would have problems in the world. No one is immune to pain or insulated from suffering, and no one gets to skate through life problem-free. Life is a series of problems. Every time you solve one, another is waiting to take its place. Not all of them are big, but all are significant in God's growth process for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God uses problems to draw you closer to himself...Your most profound and intimate experiences of worship will likely be in your darkest days - when your heart is broken, when you feel abandoned, when you're out of options, when the pain is great - and you turn to God alone. It is during suffering that we learn to pray our most authentic, heartfelt, honest-to-God prayers. When we're in pain, we don't have the energy for superficial prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eareckson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tada&lt;/span&gt; notes, "When life is rosy, we may slide by with knowing about Jesus, with imitating him and quoting him and speaking of him. But only in suffering will we know Jesus." We learn things about God in suffering that we can't learn any other way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Purpose Driven Life, &lt;/em&gt;by Rick Warren)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19806341-3486349695568458011?l=cindertales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/feeds/3486349695568458011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19806341&amp;postID=3486349695568458011' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3486349695568458011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19806341/posts/default/3486349695568458011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindertales.blogspot.com/2007/03/claims-and-places.html' title='Claims and Places'/><author><name>Cinder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015361230897796116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
