<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483</id><updated>2010-02-09T00:01:03.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle of Friends</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/index.php'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/atom.xml'/><author><name>Webmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12939312146890111293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>264</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-651096807700112794</id><published>2010-02-09T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:01:03.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Peace Lover...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/S27QUjm2c2I/AAAAAAAAAjc/7QykKU5ZxJg/s1600-h/image%5B9%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border: 0px none ; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/S27QVbEPtmI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ij_jVW4RGCI/image_thumb%5B11%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="265" border="0" height="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Calling all Tuscarawas and surrounding county Prom-age girls and their moms! Monday, February 15, Safe Kids Tuscarawas is sponsoring a Prom Showcase and Dress Resale Event at the Dover Alliance Church from 4 to 7 pm. The night promises to be a great time for all who attend! For more information call 330-339-2337. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And while you're there stop by the GIRLFriends table and say "HI" to the Director of the Circle of Friends ministry to teens, Denise Anderson! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I look back on friendships that God has brought into my life thru the years I am so thankful that Denise is one that He has blessed me with in the past decade. She is the motivating force behind the GIRLFriends ministry. Denise has a passion for young people that is contagious, uplifting, and inspirational! Between our two families we have 11 children - she has four daughters and two sons, I have four daughters and one son.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now, do the math for just a minute, we each have four daughters, that's a total of eight girls, they all either have gone, are going, or will be going to high school someday. That's a minimum of SIXTEEN proms (providing they only go as juniors and seniors) and once we get them thru high school we're looking at the possibility of eight weddings! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We are all about resale events! And when you combine one with an event that features cost-saving prom night ideas as well as tips to encourage girls in the journey thru the teenage years it was a no-brainer when asked if GIRLFriends would like to participate. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thank you Safe Kids Tuscarawas for sponsoring this annual event! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Until next time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Beth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-651096807700112794?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/651096807700112794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=651096807700112794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/651096807700112794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/651096807700112794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/confessions-of-peace-lover_09.html' title='Confessions of a Peace Lover...'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-3416426901163844970</id><published>2010-02-08T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:01:04.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>What's In Your Heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You've seen the commercial that asks, "What's in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; wallet?" that leads us all to believe that only that specific credit card will fulfill all our needs and bring happiness and prosperity to our lives. There's so much wrong with that thinking that I won't even go there! But it reminded me of a conversation I had recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My friends and I were discussing the power of the tongue. James warns us that such a little member of the body holds the power of life and death - that it is full of 'deadly poison'. With it we praise God, then curse people - whom He made in His image. He also warns us that praises and curses coming from the same mouth just shouldn't be!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Probably for most of us struggling with our tongues isn't a new concept - but our conversation went beyond restraining the spark that can grow to a wildfire. We have to get to 'the heart of the matter'. In Mt. 12:34 Jesus tells us that. "&lt;em&gt;For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What comes out of our mouths - what our tongues speak - is exactly what is in our hearts and minds. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So, what's overflowing out of your heart? Fear, insecurity, resentment, bitterness, unforgiveness - any of these things can cause us to speak what James calls 'evil' - negative speech, criticism, cursing, lies, off-color jokes and innuendos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Our conclusion was that it takes discipline to tame the tongue - a discipline of looking at what's in our hearts and recognizing the root of our problem. In order to speak life and not destruction we must do what Phil 4:8,9 tells us -to  think on whatever is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable - whatever is excellent or praiseworthy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In other words, if I find myself being critical of others, I need to check my heart attitude and see what's lingering there. Once I recognize and confess the root issue, I have to discipline myself to speak what's right and admirable instead of criticizing. It's a re-training - first of the heart and mind and then of the tongue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Struggling with your tongue? Join me each day and say with the psalmist:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart. Be acceptable in Your sight, O LORD, my strength and my Redeemer."&lt;/em&gt; Ps 19:14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;All for Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Missy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-3416426901163844970?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/3416426901163844970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=3416426901163844970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/3416426901163844970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/3416426901163844970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/whats-in-your-heart.html' title='What&apos;s In Your Heart?'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-1585554427122877972</id><published>2010-02-05T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:01:00.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libby'/><title type='text'>Couch Potato Corrections</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Making corrections-don't you just hate that?! It can seem so time consuming. I do substitute teaching, and one of the things I tell the students (okay, maybe I &lt;i&gt;nag&lt;/i&gt; them) is that one of the best ways to learn is to learn how to make 'intentional' corrections. Having to correct one's mistakes is often a way of 'cementing' what is right instead of simply leaving it wrong and hoping you remember to get it right the next time. I deal with making corrections daily in many areas but one in particular is with my insulin pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;When I first received the pump I immediately developed a 'love/hate' relationship with it. I loved the fact that I would (hopefully) have better control over type 1 diabetes, but I hated the fact that I needed to have the pump at all. I am dependent upon it doing what it was designed to do, and I truly am thankful for the genius minds that developed such technology! One of the great advantages of the pump is that it has a 'correction' button...isn't that GREAT! When my blood glucose level is too high, all I have to do is enter the level into the pump, push the correction button, and TA-DA!!-the pump releases just the right amount of insulin to make the adjustment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; Wow, can you imagine if 'life' had correction buttons that worked that way?! You spent more than your paycheck -  push that correction button, and your cash flow just increased. You accidentally ran out of gas (how does anyone &lt;i&gt;'accidentally'&lt;/i&gt; run out of gas anyway?) - push the magic button, and fresh fuel flows into your gas tank. You accidentally eat an entire bag of potato chips (&lt;i&gt;YES&lt;/i&gt;, it is possible to do that &lt;i&gt;'accidentally'&lt;/i&gt;, I am quite sure!) - press that button, and the correct number of calories to be burned is immediately extracted from your body! How about if you verbally spouted off some of that toxic waste about which Missy blogged - push the correction button, and those words of poison are turned into words of wisdom. This imaginary list of possibilities is endless!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But here's the rub of reality: If I only rely on pushing that correction button on my insulin pump WITHOUT disciplining myself to make the necessary lifestyle changes so that I don't need to press that button so often, it won't take long before my entire body is in trouble. Relying on external corrections without making necessary internal changes is what I would call 'couch potato corrections '- and it's not very smart. It can even be dangerous. With diabetes, that kind of mentality can lead to problems that sneak up on me - little by little; maybe even without much notice until the complications become overwhelming and even irreversible. If I choose to see the correction button as a 'quick fix' instead of a chastisement that compels me to make a change in ME rather than in my insulin pump alone, then all I will eventually accomplish is ignoring what is really happening inside my body to the extent that it could be a very present danger. Hmmm - not much different than other 'quick fixes'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Let's take a look at some possibilities. Spending more than your paycheck? Quick fix - simply use a credit card to 'buy' you more time. Bad idea - been there, done that, still paying for it! Is habitual gluttony or unhealthy food choices a problem? Quick fix - enjoy it, and then do some extra exercise! Okay, you might feel justified on the outside, but even with exercise, the ongoing problem of gluttony/unhealthy food choices causes internal problems which will still sneak up on you. Whatever the area is that begs for correction, without the necessary accompanying internal changes, we are destined to suffer the consequences. Recognizing and admitting areas in need of correction is a great place to begin. That is the 'external'. However, all of this must be accompanied by an ongoing and intentional process of repentance - which literally means to turn and go the other way. That is the 'internal'. I need to CHOOSE to turn away from foods that negatively affect me. I need to CHOOSE to exercise properly. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Here's a cool thought - wouldn't it be nice if Jesus functioned as our 'correction button'? WOW!! He does - and He doesn't! He brings ultimate correction to us by the forgiving of our sins and by His work of cleansing us from ALL unrighteousness. He is truly the only One who can do all of that. But, if He made the ongoing, daily corrections in us without our active participation and cooperation - as if He were waving a magic wand, what would we learn? How would we truly mature? Most importantly - how would we become more Christ-like? All of that would simply be 'couch potato corrections' - unhealthy! Dealing well with tough situations that require corrections is really an EASY choice - yes, an easy choice with perhaps difficult and disciplined follow-up. The 'choice' itself can certainly be easy. It's the work that goes along with that choice that is the hard part! As with anything though, the more we work at it, the easier it becomes - and the stronger &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; become. When we choose to do the work, then we are truly making corrections that will stick, because we are making them from the inside out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, I am going to choose well; and I am going to start-&lt;i&gt;tomorrow!!&lt;/i&gt; (Just kidding!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Libby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-1585554427122877972?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/1585554427122877972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=1585554427122877972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/1585554427122877972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/1585554427122877972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/couch-potato-corrections.html' title='Couch Potato Corrections'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-739317285535844595</id><published>2010-02-04T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:01:00.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Spilled Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;There's no use crying over spilled milk, huh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I beg to differ.  Actually this morning, I was literally crying over spilled milk.  Not just milk, the most perfectly made glass of chocolate milk.  That is like gold, people.  Chocolatey enough, but not so sweet you can't drink it.  Not an easy thing to do.  And there it was, all over my counter, running down my cabinets, and puddled on my kitchen floor.  Not only that, but the heavy glass managed to find its way smack dab onto my big toe.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And yes, there were tears.  My toe was throbbing, I was fighting off two very eager to help dogs licking at my feet, my toast was getting cold, and I was running late for work.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But here I am, two hours later.  The milk is cleaned up, my toe is perfectly fine, and I discovered that toast can be microwaved and still be tasty.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I really, really want to cry over spilled milk when it happens.  Take my husband's car for instance.  The summer we were married, two and a half years ago, the transmission went out.  So we charged, we borrowed, we scraped, and pulled together a ton of money to get it up and running.  And it breaks down this week.  The transmission is shot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So here we are looking at putting another significant chunk of change into a car that shouldn't have broken down in the first place.and now in the second place.  Debating whether that's the wise thing to do, considering buying a new car while trying to get out of debt.  Looking at all those zeros and wondering how long it will take to pay them all down if we proceed.  And hating that for the third time in our less than three year marriage we have to shell out big bucks to get our cars running.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But you know what?  It's spilled milk.  It's life.  It happens.  Milk spills, cars break down, things don't quite work out how you plan.  And I can either spend my time drying off my tears or I can thank God that now is the time that Uncle Sam decides to give me back some of my money and that He's providing the means to fix the car.  That He's given my husband and I jobs that provide stable income to continue to pay down the other debts that we still have.  That we have people who love us and are helping us out with transportation while we wait to get our car back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Because in the end it's just a car.  It's just money.  It's just spilled milk.  It doesn't really matter in the big picture.  When Paul tells us in Colossians to set our mind on things above and not on earthly things it means exactly that.  Don't worry about the car or the money.  It's earthly.  It's not going to last.  It's temporal.  It's fleeting.  As big and huge of a deal that it feels like in my own life right now, it's simply spilled milk and it simply doesn't matter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;After all, when you serve the God who owns the cattle on a thousand hills, why would you ever cry over spilled milk?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-739317285535844595?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/739317285535844595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=739317285535844595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/739317285535844595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/739317285535844595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/spilled-milk.html' title='Spilled Milk'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-4847652434003587501</id><published>2010-02-03T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:01:03.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em&apos;s Journal'/><title type='text'>Em's Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/Sx2WGcXlX5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/myPgYOPfiaA/s1600-h/13339_1287104743532_1407591571_846071_1886252_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="13339_1287104743532_1407591571_846071_1886252_n" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="244" alt="13339_1287104743532_1407591571_846071_1886252_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/Sx2WG0fRJ7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/4QXtSsTVCP0/13339_1287104743532_1407591571_846071_1886252_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Protection,&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I do not understand- what I want versus what I should ask for, what is acceptable to ask for, whether I should ask for anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering God's faithfulness makes my stomach turn when I ask for you. To ask for you feels too much like asking for Comfort...which strikes me as a worldly pursuit. Because of this, I am never comfortable when I call on you. Ironic? As I said, there is a lot I do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;Until wisdom guides me to a proper relationship with you, I will stand back and let Christ lead you to me when necessary. I'm sorry for my apprehension, as I know you only have the best intentions.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Em&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-4847652434003587501?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/4847652434003587501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=4847652434003587501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/4847652434003587501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/4847652434003587501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/ems-journal.html' title='Em&apos;s Journal'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-4628457517960852539</id><published>2010-02-02T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:01:01.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Peace Lover...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Welcome to February! The past two weeks we have looked at two of the big three health issues that impact our lives - that of physical and emotional health. This week let's take a look at our spiritual health, where it's at, and where it's going. If we are not intentional about the direction we are traveling there is a very good chance we will end up someplace we never intended to be!&lt;br /&gt;Recently I read the book "I Am Not, But I Know I AM" by Louie Giglio. The first paragraph of the book says: &lt;i&gt;"Life is the tale of two stories-one finite and frail, the other eternal and enduring. The tiny one - the story of us - is as brief as the blink of an eye. Yet somehow our infatuation with our own little story - and our determination to make it as big as we possibly can - blinds us to the massive God Story that surrounds us on every side." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Those words stopped me in my tracks. Am I absorbed in my story to the point that I am missing out on God's story that is taking place all around me? Or am I being intentional about looking for &lt;i&gt;His&lt;/i&gt; story in the daily occurrences of my life? Where is my focus? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Honestly, I think most of us know better than to think our story is THE story, but the way we live our lives, the busy-ness that keeps us from God's very best, is the tell-tale sign that we think our stuff, our business and our busy-ness, is THE story. Quite frankly, if we are not taking time to include God in our day we are living our lives for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As followers of Christ, as children of God, as &lt;i&gt;His&lt;/i&gt; people living out our lives in the place that He has allowed us to be for such a time as this, we need to make every effort to see less of ourselves, and more of Him. Louie Giglio writes: &lt;i&gt;"The way we figure it, the world doesn't need more stars - that is, not if the story we are a part of already has one. So if there really is just one Star, our challenge is not so much to shun the spotlight as it is to redirect any bright light that comes our way onto Him. Success would mean people loving Him more than any of us, clamoring for His touch more than ours."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I think most of us would say that is our goal - less of me, more of Him; light shining on Him, not myself. Yet again I would ask, are we being intentional about saturating our hearts, our lives, our days, with Him, so that when people see us what they really see is an overflow of Him? Or is He getting what is left of our day or our week, after all the other stuff of life has been taken care of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Simply put, do you read God's word when you &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; time, or do you &lt;i&gt;MAKE&lt;/i&gt; time to read God's word? The same question can be asked of intentional prayer time. Is it prayer on the run, or a time of being still before God? If we don't make time in our lives to be still before our Lord our words may say "less of me, more of Him" but our lives say "there's so much of me I don't have time for Him." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Without healthy growth in our lives we will be so stuck in our own story that His-story will be secondary. And that is not where we want to be, and it is not where God wants us to be. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ask yourself: "Is God first in my life, or does He simply get what's left - if there's anything left?" Be honest in your answer. You know the truth; no excuses need to be given when answering yourself! Either God IS an intentional part of your day, or He is not. If you recognize the need for change ask an accountability partner to hold you to account in that area. And if you are on track have them keep asking the questions of accountability in order to continue on the path of healthiness!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And while the best time and place to get spiritually healthy is in an intimate, intentional, daily time with God, emotional AND physical healthiness can often be achieved in brisk walks with a friend! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until next time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-4628457517960852539?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/4628457517960852539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=4628457517960852539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/4628457517960852539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/4628457517960852539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/confessions-of-peace-lover.html' title='Confessions of a Peace Lover...'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-1199328019230496486</id><published>2010-02-01T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:01:01.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>Unanswered Questions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you ever plagued with unanswered questions?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; What hair color do they put on the driver's license of a bald guy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does fuzzy logic tickle?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I'm unique, doesn't that make me like everyone else?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If a tin whistle is made from tin - what is a foghorn made out of?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do Lipton Tea Company employees get coffee breaks?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there another word for synonym?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where do forest rangers go to get away from it all?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't it scary that doctors call what they do "practice"?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why did kamikaze pilots wear helmets?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would a wingless fly be called a 'walk'?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it possible to be totally partial?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shouldn't the word abbreviation be shorter?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If a book about failures doesn't sell, is it a success?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do they use sterilized needles for lethal injections?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you be a closet claustrophobic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All kidding aside, there are tough questions in life that just can't be answered this side of heaven. When I look beyond my own telescoped vision of my own life and see the great big world out there - I only have more questions. Questions I don't have the answers to - like what about the people of Haiti who are suffering? Or children, women - around the world who are starving or being abused? With free will comes great responsibility - just ask Eve! (I think I'll have my own questions for her when I get to heaven.) Okay, so I can't say I wouldn't have made a better choice. My own life proves that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently I had a discussion with a friend about this very thing - how can a good God let bad things happen? Her response was that we often blame God for things He never caused, and fail to thank Him for all the good He brings into our lives. A little lopsided, isn't it? The Bible says the rain falls on the just and the unjust (Mt 5:45). The Message puts it this way: "&lt;em&gt;This is what God does. He gives his best-the sun to warm and the rain to nourish-to everyone, regardless: the good and bad, the nice and nasty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God created the perfect world, gave man a choice to live in it or not, and when sin entered the idyllic garden God created - it messed everything up! And still, God chooses to give us good things. James tells us that 'every good and perfect gift' comes from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So my questions - and yours - may not be answered this side of eternity. But we can trust in a good and loving God who is there through every difficult challenge of our life - and brings good things from it. That's just the kind of God He is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All for Him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-1199328019230496486?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/1199328019230496486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=1199328019230496486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/1199328019230496486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/1199328019230496486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/02/unanswered-questions.html' title='Unanswered Questions.'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-3690439640033447369</id><published>2010-01-29T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:01:01.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>Detours</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sometimes life takes an unexpected curve. Proverbs 16:9 says, "&lt;em&gt;A man's heart plans his way, But the LORD directs his steps&lt;/em&gt;." We map out our lives and expect them to go according to plan. And then -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/S2HvfqM8Y0I/AAAAAAAAAho/S7pUt4lymJM/s1600-h/Detour3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img title="Detour" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="Detour" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/S2H5jsmsRII/AAAAAAAAAiY/H_x_QOSPDz0/Detour%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="129" border="0" height="87" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You lose a job,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/S2H5kKbtNZI/AAAAAAAAAic/Dqcx7UMAhOc/s1600-h/right%20lane%20must%20turn%20right%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img title="right lane must turn right" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="right lane must turn right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/S2H5kTWQ-nI/AAAAAAAAAig/91q_30EVN-8/right%20lane%20must%20turn%20right_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="87" border="0" height="129" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; have to move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/S2H5k-QpH5I/AAAAAAAAAik/pSaufdyJLCY/s1600-h/road%20closed%20sign%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img title="road closed sign" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="road closed sign" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/S2H5lCS4InI/AAAAAAAAAio/neXcLptTO90/road%20closed%20sign_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="129" border="0" height="87" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; or abandon a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/S2H5lv5hZxI/AAAAAAAAAis/uNdXKjqcAQQ/s1600-h/do%20not%20enter%20sign%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img title="do not enter sign" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="do not enter sign" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/S2H5lxfz_EI/AAAAAAAAAiw/o2Ty61DwfY8/do%20not%20enter%20sign_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="87" border="0" height="129" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; You learn you are pregnant or that you can't have children, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/S2H5mdRJXuI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mmpMcW5mkIQ/s1600-h/wrong%20way%20sign%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img title="wrong way sign" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="wrong way sign" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/S2H5mo-zAmI/AAAAAAAAAi4/l849-6dYSkE/wrong%20way%20sign_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="129" border="0" height="87" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; or you face unexpected health issues or take on a new challenge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/S2H5nNBCsLI/AAAAAAAAAi8/X1t5d7hj6Y4/s1600-h/dead%20end%20sign%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img title="dead end sign" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="dead end sign" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/S2H5nUQwa0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/ekYl1URo0Fg/dead%20end%20sign_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="87" border="0" height="129" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; or run into some other unforeseen development in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Life is like that, always surprising us. While I sometimes wish I knew what tomorrow held, there are more moments when I'm thankful I don't know what's coming because I am able to enjoy the moments of the day without worries of tomorrow. That's my new motto - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hey! I think I've heard that somewhere - "&lt;em&gt;Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble." &lt;/em&gt;(Mt. 6:34)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;All for Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Missy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-3690439640033447369?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/3690439640033447369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=3690439640033447369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/3690439640033447369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/3690439640033447369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/detours.html' title='Detours'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-6139545669118889985</id><published>2010-01-28T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:01:03.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>I Was Wrong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, okay, I'll say it.  I'll muster up the courage and announce those three little words that are the hardest ones to say.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ouch.  Now it's out there, it's official.  The whole world now knows that Emily Megan Smith did not get it right.  But just the one time.  It's not like this occurs on a regular basis or anything...  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A couple weeks ago I said that I was sure that my sister-in-law was pregnant with a little boy.  And so now I'm sure you've figured out that IT"S A GIRL!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A beautiful, gorgeous little girl with lots of dark hair and the sweetest little coos you've ever heard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Of course, it's easy to admit you're wrong when you wind up with an adorable new niece.  But admitting I'm wrong at work?  Or admitting I'm wrong to my husband?  Not so much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The difficulty in uttering those three words comes down to one thing: pride.  I have yet to meet a person who doesn't struggle with it in one way or another.  It's that human nature within us.  The desire to ultimately put ourselves first.  To think better of ourselves then we really are.  To forget that the only good thing in us is Christ.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The Bible has some pretty harsh things to say about pride, and rightly so, as it is one of the things God hates.  Proverbs 16:5 says, "The LORD detests all the proud of heart. Be sure of this: They will not go unpunished."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If there's one thing I don't want the Lord to feel towards me, it is certainly detest!  But my pride comes when I fail to look at God as I should, the Creator of the Universe, the only One who is Holy and Righteous, and fail to look at myself as I should, the one who is created by Him and for Him, and who doesn't live like it.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But the Bible doesn't simply tell us to not be proud or God will hate us.  It tells us what to put on instead of pride - humility.  Proverbs 22:4 says, "Humility and the fear of the LORD bring wealth and honor and life."  Psalm 25:9 says, "He guides the humble in what is right and teaches them His way."  Other Scriptures teach that God sustains the humble, He gives grace to the humble, and whoever humbles himself will be exalted.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;What amazing promises God gives to those who are humble!  When we are humble we show a right view of God and a right view of ourselves, an understanding of who He is and what He is worthy of, and a desire for Him to be above us and everything else there is in our lives.  And when that all happens in our lives good things happen as a result!  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know about you, but reading those verses gives me a whole lot more motivation to admit that I was wrong.  In fact, I'm pretty sure I probably have someone I need to go say it to now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-6139545669118889985?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/6139545669118889985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=6139545669118889985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/6139545669118889985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/6139545669118889985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/i-was-wrong.html' title='I Was Wrong!'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-5757062410904044746</id><published>2010-01-27T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:01:00.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em&apos;s Journal'/><title type='text'>Em's Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/Sx2VhSkjZ0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/5DNCWyhwzRU/s1600-h/13339_1288128449124_1407591571_848482_7441484_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="13339_1288128449124_1407591571_848482_7441484_n" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="244" alt="13339_1288128449124_1407591571_848482_7441484_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/Sx2Vh-M8s9I/AAAAAAAAAe8/CqXB8d9DkIQ/13339_1288128449124_1407591571_848482_7441484_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dear Rest,&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so coy with me? I wish you weren't so hard to get. I want you to stay with me. I don't want you out of love for Comfort, but for Christ. Thankfully He is uninhibited by my insufficiency, for I would be significantly less useful to a limited god without you. I am slowly learning all the things I did to chase you away, but you still elude me. I'm growing weary with out you. Please show me mercy. Please return to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-5757062410904044746?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/5757062410904044746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=5757062410904044746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/5757062410904044746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/5757062410904044746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/ems-journal_27.html' title='Em&apos;s Journal'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-5562946712289243849</id><published>2010-01-26T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:21:50.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Peace Lover...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"...body, mind, and spirit are one complete package. When one part suffers, the whole person suffers." "Meet Me at the Well" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Virelle Kidder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This week we will take a look at the second leg of "The Big 3", emotional health - keeping our minds healthy and strong, even in the midst of a busy life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Please bear in mind I am not a counselor, I'm simply a woman - a wife, mom, daughter, sister, employee, friend - trying to live life guided by God's word, guarded by His Holy Spirit, and surrounded by people He's summoned here for such a time as this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Did you catch that? "Surrounded by people" - none of us are here on this earth alone. That is the first clue that God did not want us to try to live life "alone". In fact, it was the very reason that after He created man He also created woman. Everything else up to that point was good. Check out Genesis 1, every time He creates it reads "And God saw that it was good". Then we get to Genesis 2, verse 18: "The Lord God said, 'It is not good for man to be alone'." &lt;b&gt;Not&lt;/b&gt; good to be alone? Wow! God created us for relationship! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Our relationships are key components to our emotional health - as well as our emotional unhealthiness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't know where you are in this area of your life, but I do know where I was, and where I am today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;More than a decade ago I was an overwhelmed mom of four, probably living life outwardly looking pretty healthy. But I was shriveling up and dying inside. As I look back thru my journals I recognize the earmarks of depression. At that point I had friends, lots of friends, but what I didn't have was accountability in my friendships. We had fun, but no one was digging deeper to see what was going on underneath the big picture. It wasn't my friends fault! I had not given anyone permission to ask the tough questions, and my personality was, (perhaps at times still is) to make a joke out of something that had the potential to go somewhere I wasn't comfortable going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;That's how I handled it. Someone with a different personality, given the same set of circumstances, would not have made a joke; they would simply have gotten offended and put a wall of silence up between themselves and the person who was digging a little too deep. Another may have responded in anger driving relationships away. Each one of us has coping techniques that we rely on when conversations go where we don't want them to go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Do you see yourself in any of those scenarios? We are created for relationship and communication, or lack thereof, can make or break a relationship. Healthy relationships, with healthy communication, are a huge part of being healthy emotionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;God did not create us to be isolated. He created us to be part of a community. No, we don't have to be, in fact we can't be, best friends with everybody. But He created us to be in close relationship with a few key people in our lives. How do I know this? Because He created us in His image and He is a triune God! Think about it - Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. The Trinity is our first example of a healthy, intimate relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;He created us - first and foremost - to be in relationship with Himself, but we are walking this earth today with folks that He has placed here too. God's word is full of great wisdom regarding our relationships! It tells us to "encourage one another, build each other up". (1Thessalonians 5:11) That sounds pretty relational to me. It says we are to "speak truth in love", hmmm, hard to do without a relationship in place. (Ephesians 4:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I think He probably knew what He was doing, don't you? So how are you living that out? Are you trying to live life alone? Figuring it out by yourself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Have you allowed someone who loves you enough to speak truth, sometimes hard truth, into your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Do you have someone who can ask you "How are you today?" Someone who will not accept "Fine, thanks" as an answer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Do you have someone that you can be honest and real in front of - even if honest and real is rather ugly? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Do you have someone to cheer you on when the going gets tough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Do you have someone to laugh with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Do you have someone who will ask "How's that situation going? Have you done anything to make things right? Are you still offended, angry, avoiding?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;When we don't have a couple of people with whom we can be ourselves typically one of&lt;br /&gt;two things happen; either we will tell&lt;b&gt; everybody&lt;/b&gt; our story, laying out our baggage&lt;br /&gt;for ALL to see, (it's what causes people to say  "oh dear, here she comes again")or&lt;br /&gt;we will pack up all that baggage into our hearts, and it will weigh us down - in fact,&lt;br /&gt;it may have the potential to become garbage, toxic garbage - and keep us from being healthy&lt;br /&gt;emotionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I know this is true because I've been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;But remember, if you want someone to speak real truth into your life the first step is&lt;br /&gt;to ask them to do so - and the next step is to respond graciously the first time they&lt;br /&gt;share their perspective. Another step is to keep meeting, schedule an hour into your&lt;br /&gt;week to meet. Make it a priority! Just as physical exercise is needed to keep your body&lt;br /&gt;fit, the emotional exercise of intentional communication is needed to keep your mind fit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Virelle writes in her book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you ready to run screaming into the night? Before you do, try a little self-check. Ask yourself what you really need. Perhaps it's a lifestyle change, or just a weekend away. Possibly it's counseling with a pastor, a professional counselor, or a mentor to guide you through a difficult situation. Every healthy Christian finds herself in need of outside wisdom at times. Don't let pride keep you from asking for help."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;My pastor says "you're as sick as your secrets". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Why do we keep secrets? Usually because we're afraid of what will happen if people really knew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I think the evil one knows that. I suspect he keeps us bound up in our fear, and in our pride, 'cause he knows that God's plan is best. If the evil one can keep us from the healthy relationships that lead to emotional healthiness he has won a major battle. We are truly as sick as our secrets. Those secrets fill our hearts and minds with toxic waste. It seeps into every aspect of our lives whether we realize it or not. It steals our joy, kills our relationships, and often robs us of the energy we need to be physically healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;We are created in God's image, created for relationship, healthy, Bible-based, God-driven, relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;It's what makes the "mind" leg of our 3-legged stool healthy and strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;For those of you who have not had the opportunity to read Virelle Kidder's book I encourage you to do so! Call your local library and order a copy or head to your favorite Christian book store to purchase it, but whatever you do take time to read it! It is written as a 30 day devotional but if you're like many of us who have already read the book you'll finish it much sooner than that! It is full of real life encouragement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Until next time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Beth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-5562946712289243849?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/5562946712289243849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=5562946712289243849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/5562946712289243849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/5562946712289243849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/confessions-of-peace-lover_26.html' title='Confessions of a Peace Lover...'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-8410746008078214630</id><published>2010-01-25T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:01:02.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libby'/><title type='text'>HOLY COMPOST! (And I don't mean Batman!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Recently there has been much written on this website about STUFF-trash, messes, clutter, etc. At the risk of sounding repetitive, I am going to go there again. Lately it feels as if I am continually dumping-stuff out of closets, nooks, and crannies; trash receptacles; the compost bucket; litter boxes; my kids-oops, I think I will keep them! This morning I (finally) emptied the compost bucket that is kept under the sink. (I dump it into a bigger composting bin outside.) When I first began composting, I didn't know much about it at all (still don't!). At that time, I neglected to turn the materials and just let it all sit in the bin-unattended. It didn't compost-it just attracted all kinds of small, living, unattractive things; and it smelled like-like the bad waste that it had become.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, it was absolutely amazing the difference when I attended to that 'waste' properly, and-'presto-change-o'-dark, rich, nutrient-filled compost appeared. Of course this didn't happen overnight; it takes time to create good compost out of what we would naturally call 'waste'. It also takes attention from the one who desires to have the compost. There needs to be the right balance of moisture, light/darkness, and stirring it all around. As I was doing the kitchen waste dumping this morning, I felt so glad that Jesus pays that kind of necessary attention to me. I can allow myself to be filled to the brim with waste; and He is so ready, willing, and able to sort through it all, add what is needed, mix it all up, and be patient with me while the 'composting' process is at work. Wow-the thought of God Almighty being patient with ME is amazing; but He knows His desired end result. He desires to continually be at work in me to 'presto-change-o' me into one who will be a richly spirit-filled vessel who will bring Him honor and glory in all I do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He never sees any of us as 'waste'-at least not the way we tend to see waste. He sees us as His children, created in His image; and He desires to conform us into His likeness-having us possess the fruit of His Holy Spirit as we allow Him to turn our 'waste' into His 'holy compost'; able to be used to do beautiful things! He doesn't throw us away; He transforms us-no matter how stinky and wasteful we have allowed ourselves to become. He is patient and kind in the process; but don't let that cause you to believe the process won't hurt. Remember, the proper balance of waste materials needs to be turned, mixed up, agitated-and not just once! God knows under what conditions we will best be formed to His image. I pray that I-we-will allow Him to have His way as He patiently and lovingly 'composts' us, and then 'spreads' us around to do His wonderful work! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Libby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-8410746008078214630?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/8410746008078214630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=8410746008078214630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/8410746008078214630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/8410746008078214630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/holy-compost-and-i-dont-mean-batman.html' title='HOLY COMPOST! (And I don&apos;t mean Batman!)'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-5828984907260732825</id><published>2010-01-22T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T04:27:32.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>The Soil of Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I was talking the other day with my good friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/confessions-of-peace-lover_19.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Beth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt; (see her blogs 'Confessions of a Peace Lover' and hear her weekdays at 10 am on the radio WNPQ 95.9 or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelight959.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;www.thelight959.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;). We were discussing the parable of the sower and the seed (found in Mt.13:3-23) on our Circle of Friends radio program and she posed a question that has continued to drift around my thoughts and heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"How's the soil of your heart?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You remember the story of the farmer who planted his crop and his seed fell in different types of soil - some fell along the road - never even made it &lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt; the soil and the birds came along and ate the seeds. Some fell on rocky ground - it grew quickly because the dirt was shallow - but it died quickly because there were no roots going down into the earth to support the crop. Some of the seeds fell into thorns and weeds that choked the crop until the weeds overtook the good plants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And then there was the seed that fell on the good soil - but even there the crop was multiplied better in some instances than others. In some places it was a hundred times more, some places it grew sixty times more, and some places the seed only multiplied thirty times as much. Jesus goes on to say that we need to 'see with our eyes' and 'hear with our ears'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What does all that mean? The explanation of the parable is found in the latter verses of that portion of Scripture. The seed along the road that never even makes into the soil is like a person who has no understanding. He 'hears' the message, but doesn't 'see' what it means. The birds represent the Evil One who snatches the seed right out of our hearts before we have a chance to cultivate it into the soil of our understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The rocky soil represents the person who takes in the message of Christ's kingdom with joy, but that's as far as it gets. It doesn't 'take root', change his life, make any real difference. He can't handle trials or persecution or even inconvenience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And the seed among the weeds? That's the person that is consumed with this world instead of eternity. That worry and focus on themselves keeps the seed from growing. It is only the good ground - the cultivated soil, the fertile heart that produces fruit. And how much fruit? That depends on what Beth calls the 'fertilizer' of our life. The muck and the yuck we don't like to deal with - in a nutshell, it is how we are transformed into the image of Christ through trials and struggles that we allow God to use to change our attitudes, which leads to a change in our actions and behavior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Her point was that - whether we realize it or not - we are sowing seeds into our life everyday. Those seeds will someday reap a harvest - the question is, what kind of harvest are you reaping? The good news is that even if we're reaping a harvest of bad habits and wrong attitudes, we can start today to sow a good harvest for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Farmers don't cultivate a field once and then are done with it. Soil needs constant attention - fertilization for maximum growth. How's the soil of your heart today? When you are presented with a teaching about God's kingdom from His word is your heart ready to let it go deep into your life? Will that teaching produce fruit or be snatched away, set aside as not that important, or choked out by the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Maybe this question will linger for you as it has for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;All for Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Missy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-5828984907260732825?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/5828984907260732825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=5828984907260732825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/5828984907260732825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/5828984907260732825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/soil-of-your-heart.html' title='The Soil of Your Heart'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-4578930489598792640</id><published>2010-01-21T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:01:01.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The saying that you don't know what you've got until it's gone is painfully true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We've been having problems with our water heater.  Most days a very quick shower would spare us from a very cold shower, but on Sunday we had no hot water whatsoever, and not a lot of hope in fixing it that day.  Despite troubleshooting, manual reading, replacing the heating elements, and consulting with others my husband hadn't quite figured what the problem was.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I was flipping out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;How could we not have hot water?  How would I bathe?  Do laundry?  Do dishes?  Survive??!!  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And quickly my thoughts turned to the country of Haiti.  I have the inconvenience of spending a day or two without hot water, while an entire nation is suffering.  Total devastation and destruction.  People buried in rubble.  And the fact that I can't take a nice warm bubble bath is a big deal to me?  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Here I am, blessed beyond measure with every luxury and convenience imaginable, and one's taken away for the day and I think the worst has happened.  But what if I was in Haiti?  What if I didn't have any water, or any food, or a place to live?  What if I'd lost everything I owned, lost everyone I loved, and I was left with nothing?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing except Christ.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Would He be enough?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, I say He is.  I even sing in church that He is more than enough for me.  But do I really mean it?  If everything was stripped away and all I had was my Savior, could I like Paul say in Philippians 4:11-13 "I've learned by now to be quite content whatever my circumstances. I'm just as happy with little as with much, with much as with little. I've found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not there.  Yet.  And that's the hope I have.  That He will continue to work in me and teach me how to be fully content in Him.  How to find everything I need in Him alone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Whether I have hot water, cold water, or no water at all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-4578930489598792640?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/4578930489598792640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=4578930489598792640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/4578930489598792640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/4578930489598792640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-624429258440047783</id><published>2010-01-20T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:01:02.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em&apos;s Journal'/><title type='text'>Em's Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/Sxk7j8STTHI/AAAAAAAAAes/S1wy_AJTV1M/s1600-h/13339_1286771175193_1407591571_845371_4532490_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="13339_1286771175193_1407591571_845371_4532490_n" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="13339_1286771175193_1407591571_845371_4532490_n" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/Sxk7kW5w9sI/AAAAAAAAAew/BpprOhhT5-E/13339_1286771175193_1407591571_845371_4532490_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To the world and all her ways:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of course I have joy! I can't take you seriously.&lt;br /&gt;To remember that you are fully tangible and destructible definitely puts your weight into perspective, and I'm flying. I am undeniably enjoying my time with you. You are quite conducive to my wonderment of your Creator, as I continually attempt to remind myself that you aren't even that great. No offense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To infinity,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-624429258440047783?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/624429258440047783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=624429258440047783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/624429258440047783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/624429258440047783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/ems-journal_20.html' title='Em&apos;s Journal'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-6158049857441310029</id><published>2010-01-19T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:01:00.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Peace Lover...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Here we are, three weeks in to the new year, I trust you've gotten the year off to a good start - taking care of yourself physically, emotionally, and spiritually - exercising, eating right, taking time to be in God's word, talking with Him, learning from Him, and meeting in accountability with your accountability partner(s) so that life won't get in the way of healthy growth! Unhealthy "growth" often happens when we don't exercise, when we fail to eat right, and when we can't find time to be in God's word or in relationship with Him and His people!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Part of living life to the full is conscientiously taking care of the big three health issues in our lives, (think of a 3 legged stool, if one leg breaks you end up on the floor!) that of physical, emotional, and spiritual health. In the book "Meet Me at the Well" author Virelle Kidder puts it this way, ".body, mind, and spirit are one complete package. When one part suffers, the whole person suffers." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;With that in mind I've decided to take a closer look at each component of "The Big 3", beginning with physical health. Since I've previously written about my determination to exercise, as well as my lack of passion in doing it, I've decided to invite my friend Kim Mast-Wagler from Impulse Training in North Canton, Ohio, to offer her wisdom, insight and passion on the subject. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Kim writes:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the things I tell my clients is that you don't have to have ANY equipment at all to get a good workout in. The biggest key for a beginner is just getting started. (5-10 minutes for a week and keep raising that 5 minutes until you are where you want to be; 45-60 minutes 5 days per week is optimal) Also, pushups and squats are the BEST total body exercises that you can possibly do! During your favorite one hour show try to alternate 10 pushups (for upper body and core), 10 squats (for lower body), and 10-30 jumping jacks (for cardio), and grab water and rest during the commercials. You can raise these reps if they are too easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking/jogging has always been my go to method of exercising. It is a great way to clear your mind, give yourself the attention you need and help organize your thoughts for the day. Try starting slow with 10 minutes and increase it 1-2 minutes per day until you have reached 30-60 minutes. Also, grab an accountability buddy! Someone who you know will be there for you and will be happy for you as you reach your goals. (Just a little hint, spouses are generally terrible at this as are friends who are also trying to reach the same goals you are. This is not always the case but if you are trying to lose weight and your accountability buddy is also it can be frustrating to one if the other is successful and the other is not.) My friend often encourages me to continue to be faithful with my devotions while I encourage her in her weight loss. It works great because we never get jealous of each other and are genuinely thrilled when one reaches a hard earned goal!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My perfect morning would be to get up around 5:30 am, grab a handful of trail mix, take a light jog (30 min-45 min.), shower and sit down with a delicious egg sandwich and a coffee and read my devos and spend some time with The Man who understands me and loves me more than anyone! (Also, give my husband a kiss as he runs off to work ;) Then have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my son run out and say, "Mommy, I waked up!" and get to spend an hour or so getting him ready for the day. We are so blessed and yet so many of us don't realize it because we don't take care of ourselves and we get overwhelmed to the point that life looks bleak instead of us being able to recognize the goodness the God has placed all around us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would encourage everyone to take those 10-15 minutes each day to spend exercising - and do it for yourself! Your renewed spirit and confident attitude will shine through and make everything feel less stressful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;So there you have it, a beginner's guide to starting on the road to being physically healthy. If you have more questions for Kim you can email her at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:impulsetrainers@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:impulsetrainers@yahoo.com.%20She"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;impulsetrainers@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; is a great encourager and knows first hand the benefit of physical, emotional, and spiritual healthiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks Kim for sharing your passion with us! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Honestly, at least for me, the renewed spirit and confident attitude is as much of the gain as being physically fit. When we don't feel good about ourselves it shows in our attitude and in our lack of determination to take care of ourselves! It always amazes me how when I am exhausted, even fighting a headache, a 20 minute walk (a walk that I am certain I am too tired to take) will leave me feeling better than I felt before. It makes no sense to me; I consider it to be one of those mysterious ways that God likes to work! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Next week we will look at the second leg of "The Big 3", emotional health - keeping our minds healthy and strong, even in the midst of a busy life!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-6158049857441310029?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/6158049857441310029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=6158049857441310029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/6158049857441310029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/6158049857441310029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/confessions-of-peace-lover_19.html' title='Confessions of a Peace Lover...'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-1652112992136406509</id><published>2010-01-18T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:01:00.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missy'/><title type='text'>Toxic Waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today when we came into work there was a message left on our business' voice mail. It was an irate customer. A lady who was furious over an oversight on our part. She had cause to be dissatisfied, and in the end she changed her tune because we made things right with her, but in the meantime she left a long tirade that spilled over onto the entire office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It got me to thinking - I wonder have you ever considered your words may be toxic? If we replayed that message to her would this precious lady feel justified in ranting and raving (not an over-exaggeration) or would she regret them - the tone, inflection, the words and meaning conveyed? I'm sure it was hurt and wounding in another area of her life totally unrelated to the issue at hand that caused her to lash out and over-react to the inconvenience she experienced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I hate to confess it, but I've done the same thing. Recently. And not with an indifferent answering machine to a room full of strangers. Sometimes we dump our worst on those closest to us. Maybe even more than 'sometimes' - more like 'often' or 'mostly'. Is your home the place you let go of what should be eliminated in a safe place? Anger, frustration, disappointment, hurt - all these emotions are real and we need to acknowledge them, but pouring them out on our unsuspecting families is like unloading hazardous materials with no protection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Psalm 140:3 speaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; of those who plot evil and says, "Their tongues sting like a snake;the venom of a viper drips from their lips." I'm sure when I let go of my anger or other destructive emotion I don't consider myself as 'plotting evil' - but stinging and venom sound pretty close to the results. James says that our tongues are "a flame of fire". Verse 6 goes on, "It is a whole world of wickedness, corrupting your entire body. It can set your whole life on fire, for it is set on fire by hell itself." He tells us that if we could control our tongues, we would be perfect and control our selves in every other way. He goes on to say that no one can tame the tongue - it is restless and evil and full of deadly poison. Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;'Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks' (Mt 12:34) and we know from Jeremiah that above all things our hearts are deceitful and 'desperately wicked' (Jer. 17:9). It just keeps getting worse, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The only solution is found in yielding ourselves to the Holy Spirit's control. His fruit is the opposite of toxic, it gives life, wholeness, healing: 'love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control'. I know left on my own I would choose foolishness over wisdom every time and lose control of my tongue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Did you know that the same tongue that can 'promote health' (Prov. 12:18) also 'break a bone' (Prov. 25:15)? Proverbs goes on to say that 'life and death are in the power of the tongue' (18:21) and whoever guards his mouth keeps his soul from troubles (21:23). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jesus, in Mt. 12:36-37, warns us, "And I tell you this, you must give an account on judgment day for every idle word you speak. The words you say will either acquit you or condemn you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay - enough of the word study on the tongue - I'm starting to squirm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I think I will say with the psalmist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said to myself, "I will watch what I do&lt;br /&gt;      and not sin in what I say.&lt;br /&gt;   I will hold my tongue&lt;br /&gt;      when the ungodly are around me."&lt;br /&gt;But as I stood there in silence-&lt;br /&gt;      not even speaking of good things-&lt;br /&gt;      the turmoil within me grew worse.&lt;br /&gt;The more I thought about it,&lt;br /&gt;      the hotter I got,&lt;br /&gt;      igniting a fire of words:&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.&lt;br /&gt;      Remind me that my days are numbered-&lt;br /&gt;      how fleeting my life is.&lt;br /&gt;You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;      My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;&lt;br /&gt;      at best, each of us is but a breath." &lt;/em&gt;(Psalm 39:1-5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;All for Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-1652112992136406509?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/1652112992136406509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=1652112992136406509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/1652112992136406509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/1652112992136406509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/toxic-waste.html' title='Toxic Waste'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-4462419190605965402</id><published>2010-01-15T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:01:03.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libby'/><title type='text'>What's Undercover?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;As I walked past my son's bedroom door, my peripheral vision revealed a very pleasant surprise-he had actually made his bed without being asked, poked, or prodded! I quickly found him downstairs and thanked him. I didn't thank him for actually making the bed; rather for making it of what appeared to be his own initiative. Ahhh, there is hope for this wonderful young man! &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT WAIT!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Upon further investigation (okay, I wasn't really investigating-I simply needed to go into his room to retrieve something), my peripheral vision again caught sight of something a bit more revealing-a part of his bedding that beckoned me to go 'undercover'. And so I did. I looked past the carefully arranged top pillows and stuffed guitar, and lifted the edge of the comforter on his finely frocked bed. What did I see? &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A MESS!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; My son had literally taken his comforter and carefully spread it over his sheets and blanket without straightening up any of them. It looked as if he simply jumped out of bed and manipulated that comforter in a way that would look as if he had successfully made his bed. This all took probably about 15 seconds to do I'm guessing. My initial reaction was kind of a mock horror mixed with humor at his 'creative' attempt at completing a task.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I laughed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Then I didn't laugh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I found myself wondering what was going through his mind as he was making his bed. (Of course, whatever it was could have only lasted for those 15 seconds I mentioned earlier-not much time for intentional strategy!) Next I found myself thinking about the very real possibility that he actually thought he had completed his task successfully-the finished product was good enough to pass Mom's quality control. The other possibility for his bed-making bedlam was 'deceit'. Ouch! Was it possible that he made the outside appearance of his bed look good enough to fool me into believing that the inside-or what was 'undercover'-was in good enough shape as well? I didn't want to think that he would even be capable of that motive. Well-while I am quite sure he &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;IS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; capable of that motive (after all, he still contains some human nature within!), it turns out that he simply believed he had made his bed quite successfully. (I wish I could have been there watching him do the job-or maybe not!) To him, there was no ulterior motive, hidden agenda, or deceit-he was just making his bed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;This did get me thinking though about outward appearances versus what's 'undercover'. It does feel good and even 'right' to know that our outward appearances are well tended and groomed. We have spent an appropriate amount of time and energy to accomplish a certain 'look'. But what is lurking beneath the surface-the 'heart'? Do we spend the appropriate amount of time and energy to nurture good character, emotional stability, and a healthy spirit by spending time with &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; heart specialist-God Himself? Oh, how I know that I am in great need of evaluating this in my life so often! I also know that if I don't evaluate this area, I will easily be deceived into believing that a 'successful' outward appearance is sufficient-functioning as a well placed comforter over the mess of what is hidden underneath. I need to learn a lesson from observing my son's bed-making effort-each time I tend to the outside (that of my appearance), I need to ask myself if I have adequately tended to the inside (that of my heart). I am truly thankful that it is God Himself who tends to any 'messiness' that lurks within me. He is the only One who can sufficiently clean it up! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Libby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-4462419190605965402?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/4462419190605965402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=4462419190605965402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/4462419190605965402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/4462419190605965402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/whats-undercover.html' title='What&apos;s Undercover?'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-7084310577375188594</id><published>2010-01-14T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:01:00.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Giver of Every Good and Perfect Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I bought my husband an IPod Touch last night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;He had wanted one for a while, especially when he saw his mother-in-law (thanks to a generous son) and his little sister (thanks to a generous boyfriend) both carrying theirs around.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We had gotten a check from his grandparents for Christmas and had just paid off a credit card and other miscellaneous debts, so I didn't feel too bad splurging a bit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;My husband's reaction when I told him what I wanted to do with the money was priceless.  "Really??!!!  Seriously??!!"  We're usually very practical with any extra money that he couldn't believe that I wanted to use our Christmas money for something for him.  Multiple times during our trip to Best Buy he looked over and told me that I was the Best. Wife.  Ever.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I couldn't help but wonder how he could be so surprised by it.  I'm his wife after all.  I want to give him good things.  I want him to have not only the things he needs but also the things he wants.  I love to be a part of that.  I'd seen him over the last 8 months as he struggled to find a full-time job.  Watched him humbly walk into his old boss's office and ask if he could pick up any shifts.  Saw him as he tiredly went off to work a night shift, or when he came home exhausted from working a double.  I knew the sacrifices he had made, things he didn't get to do and things he didn't get to have.  Why wouldn't I want to do something like this for him?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It made me think of Matthew 7, when Jesus tells us to ask, seek, and knock.  He goes on to say that a parent wouldn't give their child a stone if he had asked for bread, or a snake if he asked for fish.  Verse 11 says, "If you, then, though you are evil know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask Him!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes I don't ask God for things.  I know that I have so much, that He's blessed me in so many ways, and that even trials and struggles are a blessing and that I shouldn't ask Him for anything more than He's already given me.  But I so often forget that He's my Father and He's told me to ask.  He's the giver of every good and perfect gift according to James 1:17.  As much as a parent wants to give to their children, or as much as I as wife want to give to my husband, God wants to give to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Granted, what He gives and when He gives often differ from what I want, but in the end I never cease to be amazed at what He does.  And when I have asked and He answers, I am reminded that the God I serve is not detached or removed from me.  He is my Father, my Provider, and the One who loves me more than anyone else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-7084310577375188594?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/7084310577375188594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=7084310577375188594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/7084310577375188594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/7084310577375188594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/giver-of-every-good-and-perfect-gift.html' title='Giver of Every Good and Perfect Gift'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-6420588377070110738</id><published>2010-01-13T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:01:01.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em&apos;s Journal'/><title type='text'>Em's Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/Sxk7BMVgwUI/AAAAAAAAAek/O0VjwOtFIuo/s1600-h/13339_1286766575078_1407591571_845357_7436775_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="13339_1286766575078_1407591571_845357_7436775_n" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="13339_1286766575078_1407591571_845357_7436775_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/Sxk7Bgu4OpI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jVDdKz6MlKw/13339_1286766575078_1407591571_845357_7436775_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Identity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You used to concern me greatly. Nowadays I am increasingly apathetic. Hm. I take that back. It seems I want rid of you. Wait. You confuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That was pointless,&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-6420588377070110738?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/6420588377070110738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=6420588377070110738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/6420588377070110738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/6420588377070110738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/ems-journal_13.html' title='Em&apos;s Journal'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-3332535078748504243</id><published>2010-01-12T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:01:01.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Peace Lover...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot about garbage lately, or perhaps I've simply been thinking about a lot of garbage! Real, and figuratively, a family of seven can create a lot of garbage. Our recycling bag is full and my hubby has been making lots of trips to the dumpster to get rid of all the trash that's been generated as we celebrated Christmas, New Years, and Clay's 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Nice thing to be talking about on a brisk January morning, eh? Well, bear with me. All the garbage that my husband has worked so hard to keep under control has made me think about the garbage of life. Can you relate? Do you keep a garbage can in your life? I'm not talking about the one in our kitchen or garage, the one that gets emptied regularly. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The one I'm talking about is a garbage can for our emotions. It's a garbage can filled with hurts and offenses. Instead of dumping the garbage and washing out the can on a regular basis we sometimes chose to allow it to accumulate; we keep a lid on it and hope we never have to deal with the junk at the bottom of the can. For whatever reason, reasons maybe even we don't fully understand, we just don't want to, or perhaps simply cannot, get rid of all the stuff we've placed in that can. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Every once and a while it gets too full, and those closest to us see the mess that spills out and smell the stink it causes - but we deal with it, cleaning up the worst of it, perhaps dumping out a little of it, and maybe even sticking a "religious-renuzit" on the lid so those who get too close won't realize just how full our can is or how badly it's beginning to smell.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And yet we keep adding to it, little by little. We just keep it close to our hearts so we can slip things in when others aren't looking, and tamp things down if the lid threatens to pop off again. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes we even let other folks dump their garbage in our can, we store it for them, and if they seem to have forgotten about that garbage we know just where to find it, just in case they need to be reminded about how rotten their garbage was. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;We may even feel good about being the garbage can for our family and friends 'cause we're useful and needed. Every messy situation needs a dumpster you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The thing is, keeping a garbage can close to my heart, for myself, or for others, can result in a very negative outlook on life. Let's face it most folks don't store precious pearls in a garbage can. Not much fresh fruit gets stored in there either. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The worst thing is, when garbage isn't handled properly it can become a landfill. We don't want to live life without a garbage can, but we really don't want to live next to a landfill either...let alone live life in the middle of one. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A garbage can is very necessary. But we need to be wise in what we receive, we need to recognize that some garbage can be recycled into something useful, and we need to remember to empty and clean the can frequently! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Are you living life with your own personal garbage can full of hurts and offenses? If you're unsure ask yourself this question: "When is the last time someone offended me?" Do you have an answer? Does a face (or faces) come to mind? Are some of the offenses from the past week, month, year, decade? If you can remember who offended you and when and what about, chances are you've been storing that in your own personal garbage can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Store it too long and the hurts and offenses can become toxic; a poison that invades your life - body, mind, and soul. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Do yourself and those you love a favor. Start talking to God about your garbage! Ask Him to help you dump that trash once and for all. Ask Him to show you what can be recycled into something useful, even beautiful. Ask Him to help you get rid of the garbage on a daily basis. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A dear friend once said "It is as if God puts a beautiful white tablecloth over the trash can of our hearts and helps us deal with the 'garbage' we have stored there one issue at a time." Only my friend didn't call it garbage, she called it by its real name - sin. That's usually what we like to keep in the trash cans of our hearts, the stuff we haven't forgiven others for, the stuff we haven't forgiven ourselves for. The stuff we have placed aside to keep for ourselves instead of placing it at the foot of the cross for God to deal with once and for all. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;There's an old hymn that talks about being washed "whiter than snow". January is a good month to understand that word picture! It's also a good month to allow God to wash the garbage cans we've been storing our hurts in, "whiter than snow, yes whiter than snow, now wash me and I will be whiter than snow!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Lord Jesus I long to be perfectly whole;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I want Thee forever to live in my soul,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Break down every idol, cast out every foe;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Now wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Whiter than snow, yes whiter than snow;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Now wash me and I shall be whiter than snow."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;James Nicholson; William G. Fischer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until next time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-3332535078748504243?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/3332535078748504243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=3332535078748504243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/3332535078748504243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/3332535078748504243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/confessions-of-peace-lover_12.html' title='Confessions of a Peace Lover...'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-1740649400532503726</id><published>2010-01-11T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:01:00.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guest Blogger'/><title type='text'>Guest Blogger Dawn Yoder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Editor's Note - Dawn Yoder is a part of the Circle of Friends Worship Team and the COF radio host on WHKC 91.5 Columbus weekdays at 10 am. She is also involved with LaRed Business Network which teaches principles based on the Proverbs. You can check out their website &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.lared.org/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;www.lared.org&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and download their principles for free! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Principle of Attitude, Part 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;You will reap many benefits from having a positive attitude:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;You will be happy and energized&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;You will learn from your failures rather than be defeated by them.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;You will reach your goals more quickly and easily.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Others will start to reflect your attitude - your attitude is contagious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;If you have a positive attitude, you will possess these traits:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;You will minimize fear before you face problems, because problems will have a purpose.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;You will learn from your mistakes and then let them go.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;You will define your destiny with a clear vision.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;You will look for creative solutions when difficult circumstances arise.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;You will believe in yourself and others.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;You will never give up and you will stay focused and optimistic.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;You will frequently evaluate and adjust your attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Steps to Follow:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;have a clear vision of the purpose for your life. focus on and give direction to your behavior. Look towards the future. Learn to be a visionary and search for the specifics that will get you closer to reaching your goals.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Learn to discern negative signs. Signals of negativism are: pessimism, lack of motivation and apathy. When you focus your thoughts on good things, you will find them. "Every thought is a seed. If you plant crab apples, don't count on harvesting Golden Delicious." (Bill Meyer)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Apply the formula "Yes, I can do it." Doing what is right produces good outcomes. To move towards happiness and success, you must decide and declare: "I can and I will be like that."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Connect mission with destiny. This will enable you to control your mind while keeping your focus. Understand that each mission (goal) you work towards takes you another step closer to your destiny (potential).&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Become an agent of hope inside your circle of influence - your job, friends, and family. Hope moves and stimulate you and others towards action; hope gives you the energy to solve problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;With every goal, there must be the right reason. With every dream, there must be the right purpose. The foundation for success is having a positive attitude.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cheerful look brings joy to the heart, and good news gives health to the bones.&lt;/em&gt; Proverbs 15:30&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-1740649400532503726?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/1740649400532503726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=1740649400532503726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/1740649400532503726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/1740649400532503726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/guest-blogger-dawn-yoder_11.html' title='Guest Blogger Dawn Yoder'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-7153723202625836618</id><published>2010-01-08T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:01:02.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guest Blogger'/><title type='text'>Guest Blogger Dawn Yoder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Editor's Note - Dawn Yoder is a part of the Circle of Friends Worship Team and the COF radio host on WHKC 91.5 Columbus weekdays at 10 am. She is also involved with LaRed Business Network which teaches principles based on the Proverbs. You can check out their website &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.lared.org/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;www.lared.org&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and download their principles for free! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Principle of Attitude, Part 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;A cheerful heart does good like medicine" &lt;/em&gt;Proverbs 17:22&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;The dictionary defines attitude a state of mind or a feeling towards a person or subject. The attitude you choose determines how you will learn, serve, listen and make changes throughout your life. "Attitude is a little thing, which makes a big difference." Winston Churchill.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Some assert that they are consistently happy because they keep the right frame of mind. They perceive life and the world around them in a positive manner. they believe this is their secret to remaining stable healthy, optimistic and thoughtful. They believe in the old saying "It isn't our position but our disposition which makes us happy." The right attitude involves taking charge of your mind. Being positive is more than just repeating words of affirmation. A positive attitude takes work. It is acquired through courage persistence and discipline.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;When you employ a positive attitude, sometimes the learning experience becomes even more valuable than the outcome. "Every day may not be good, but there's something good in every day." (Author unknown). When you look for the opportunity in every situation, then each experience gives you a change to grow and learn from the people or circumstances involved. Your attitude becomes positive even though everything does not always happen the way you would like it to or are expecting. The truth is that you are a bit immature if you believe things always have to be the way you expect them to be. That is not reality. Maturity and success come when you overcome attitudes of self pity, selfishness and other negative ways of thinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-7153723202625836618?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/7153723202625836618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=7153723202625836618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/7153723202625836618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/7153723202625836618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/guest-blogger-dawn-yoder.html' title='Guest Blogger Dawn Yoder'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-1669849122848753510</id><published>2010-01-07T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:01:03.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Flying Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't remember the exact statistic or survey, but on the radio this morning I heard that the majority of people are not all that impressed with how far technology has come within the last 10 years.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Seriously?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ten years ago I do remember having a DVD player, but I also remember being one of the few to have one.  After getting it, we had mentioned something to a friend about watching a DVD and she said, "What?  A VDO?" thinking we had come up with a cool new way to say "video."  Now the new thing is having a blue ray player and finding a VCR is a rarity.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ten years ago we didn't have a cell phone.  We had a phone connected to a wall in the kitchen, and the cord was just long enough to sit on the steps when the conversation got too long to stand for.  When we got a cell phone, we had to plug it in to a cord that attached to an antenna on top of our roof.  Now there's the IPhone and some new phone that even has a projector.  Why a cell phone needs a projector, I'm not sure, but there is one out there now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ten years ago we were still using our computer that had come in three huge cow-spotted Gateway boxes.  We didn't have a laptop.  The internet had to be shut off for someone to make a phone call.  In fact, ten years ago, I was stranded at my school after coming back from my Washington DC trip because my family forgot to come get me and the line kept ringing busy because someone was online.  I called from a pay phone.  Today, if that would happen, I could use my cell phone to call anyone in my family, because they all have a cell phone, and if someone was on the laptop checking their email there would be no problem.  (By the way, someone else who lived near me did take me home that night, and only my dad was awake, using the computer of course, and his response to seeing me was, "Oh honey!  You're home!  We thought you were coming home tomorrow!"  Even though I had left my itinerary on the fridge for them before I left.  Don't worry, I obviously don't hold any grudges over that anymore.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;All of this and so much more has changed, but the reason the people surveyed didn't feel like we'd come very far is because 10 years ago they had thought by now we'd have flying cars. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;As ridiculous as that sounds, I think I've done that when I've looked at my own spiritual life.  I'm disappointed because I'm not flying cars yet like I thought I would be at this point in my life.  I was sure I would be Super Christian: Always trusts God, acts on faith alone, and master of guarding her tongue!  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And because I'm not there yet, it feels like where I've come from is no big deal.  But the thing is, God is much more interested in there being a continual, growing process, and He's the one doing the growing anyway.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Philipians 1:6 says, "Being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;rogress on our spiritual journey takes time, patience, and hard work.  It doesn't just happen overnight.  The point is that we're always growing and moving closer to Him, whether we're in a wagon or in a sports car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know about you, but I may never even see a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1262822976_0"&gt;flying car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 'til I reach eternity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-1669849122848753510?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/1669849122848753510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=1669849122848753510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/1669849122848753510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/1669849122848753510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/flying-cars.html' title='Flying Cars'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709406220670629483.post-8956757917897020710</id><published>2010-01-06T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:01:00.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em&apos;s Journal'/><title type='text'>Em's Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/Sxk6V9pXRZI/AAAAAAAAAec/CwzKfdIFI4E/s1600-h/13339_1286056797334_1407591571_843869_1718844_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="13339_1286056797334_1407591571_843869_1718844_n" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="184" alt="13339_1286056797334_1407591571_843869_1718844_n" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Viyr3CYx9Rk/Sxk6WdCWLrI/AAAAAAAAAeg/qZEVUACuEFI/13339_1286056797334_1407591571_843869_1718844_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dear Pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our relationship is steadily growing in health. You would be pleased to know that you remind me more of Beauty and Revelation than Sadness and Regret. Yes, you are rough around the edges. But so am I, that is, to the extent that you are a part of me. I am thankful for you and I think you are beautiful. And besides, a friend of Christ's is a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709406220670629483-8956757917897020710?l=www.ourcircleoffriends.org%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/8956757917897020710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1709406220670629483&amp;postID=8956757917897020710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/8956757917897020710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1709406220670629483/posts/default/8956757917897020710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ourcircleoffriends.org/2010/01/ems-journal.html' title='Em&apos;s Journal'/><author><name>Missy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16754206114723780564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07244627946939567733'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>