<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:25:08.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The grouchy Ladybug</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-4199646100620006396</id><published>2011-02-02T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:25:33.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intoxicating Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Proverbs 5 says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Drink water from your own cistern, running water from your own well.&lt;br /&gt;Should your springs overflow in the streets, your streams of water in the public squares?&lt;br /&gt;Let them be yours alone, never to be shared with strangers.&lt;br /&gt;May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth.&lt;br /&gt;A loving doe, a graceful deer— may her breasts satisfy you always, may you ever be intoxicated with her love."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this passage. The water spoken in this passage resembles love. I don't think it's talking about a neighborly type of love but about a passion-intimate intoxicating type of love that's shared between a husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This precious love cannot be shared and isn't meant to overflow in the streets. I think of a family in the olden days who had a well as their water source. They had worked hard to maintain these waters, for it to overflow into the streets would be wasteful and devastating I'm sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My and Joels love is to be drank by only Joel and I. It would only be wasteful and devastating if we ever shared with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like even more that the passage ends with "May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth. A loving doe, a graceful deer— may her breasts satisfy you always, may you ever be intoxicated with her love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't give us these first instructions about keeping our love within our marriage because He is a controlling God and doesn't want us to have pleasure and fun. It's entirely the opposite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;He wants SO much more for us in our marital love! He created this passion-intimate intoxicating type of love that's shared between a husband and wife. It is GOOD and healthy and right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is blessing my and Joels love when His Word says "may your fountain be blessed, may we ever be intoxicated with our love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Just makes me wanna go have some love!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-4199646100620006396?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/4199646100620006396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=4199646100620006396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4199646100620006396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4199646100620006396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2011/02/intoxicating-love.html' title='Intoxicating Love'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-5061997731677901866</id><published>2011-02-02T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:22:10.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've almost felt like a prisoner in my own home. Bounded to this life. I'm privileged to be living this lifestyle,  married, stay at home mom, of four kids, and educating each of them. This is a major sacrificial position.I'd have it no other way, but at times, its hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like that's enough- having a in depth role in our church body...and involved in many other activites....aaaaaghhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had to give up so much...to be selfless. And sometimes it's too hard. Letting go of my gym membership was the hardest. Getting to work out really filled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course, I feel as if I'm enslaved here in this Life. And recently, the thought of caparison has been heavy. Of moms who have their children in private education and get to spend alot of time at the gym. They get a lot of alone time and look great! Comparison has only binded me tighter into a depression. Its like my eyes get scales on them, and my brain gets foggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet,I persevere and pray and seek the One who has come to set all free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see an opportunity to exercise in my favorite class with my favorite instructor at a local church. Donation only, as its sort of a ministry. And boy was I ministered to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I get filled. But I got free. The Lord has been working to loose me. And the last song of the night was "Shackles (Praise You)" I exercised, and I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;It sure is hot out here&lt;br /&gt;Ya know?&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind thought&lt;br /&gt;Just glad to be free&lt;br /&gt;Know what I'm saying, uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna praise you&lt;br /&gt;(What'cha wanna do?)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna praise you&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You broke the chains now I can lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;(Uh feel me?)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna praise you&lt;br /&gt;(What'cha gon do?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna praise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corners of mind&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to find a reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;That I can break free&lt;br /&gt;Cause you see I have been down for so long&lt;br /&gt;Feel like the hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;But as I lift my hands, I understand&lt;br /&gt;That I should praise you through my circumstance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna praise you&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna praise you&lt;br /&gt;You broke the chains now I can lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna praise you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna praise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;All went wrong at one time&lt;br /&gt;So much pressure fell on me&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was gon lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;But I know you wanna see&lt;br /&gt;If I will hold on through these trials&lt;br /&gt;But I need you to lift this load&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna praise you&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna praise you&lt;br /&gt;You broke the chains now I can lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna praise you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna praise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been through the fire and the rain&lt;br /&gt;Bound in every kind of way&lt;br /&gt;But God has broken every chain&lt;br /&gt;So let me go right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna praise you&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna praise you&lt;br /&gt;You broke the chains now I can lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna praise you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna praise you&lt;br /&gt;[repeat x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take them off&lt;br /&gt;What'cha gonna do, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna praise you&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna praise you&lt;br /&gt;You broke the chains now I can lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna praise you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna praise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-5061997731677901866?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5061997731677901866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=5061997731677901866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5061997731677901866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5061997731677901866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-almost-felt-like-prisoner-in-my-own.html' title='FREE!!!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-3760834931172647609</id><published>2010-07-04T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T05:30:13.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long....</title><content type='html'>It has been too long since I have had the time and capacity to sit down and write. I thoroughly enjoy writing. Im not super fancy at it, and I dont have alot of big words, but I like to express the things on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe soon I can take the time to sit and write out the latest things that have impressed me lately...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-3760834931172647609?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/3760834931172647609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=3760834931172647609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3760834931172647609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3760834931172647609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-long.html' title='Too long....'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-3580172670287398065</id><published>2010-01-23T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:34:47.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The FAVOR of the Lord!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I extremely dislike favoritism!! I will CHOOSE the benefits of being in the favor of the LORD and nothing else will matter!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Those benefits listed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Our petitions are more likely to be granted (Esther 7:3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* God will compass us with a shield (Psalm 5:12).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* We will receive life (Psalm 30:5).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* Our enemies will not triumph over us (Psalm 41:11).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* God will show mercy (Psalm 119:58).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Very recently, I was struggling with this topic. I like things to be FAIR. It bothers me that myself, and certain people dear to me weren't getting treated fairly. I made a choice to rely on and trust my Heavenly Father that He will provide and give favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, there were other means of favor that obviously came from the Father. He brought people, He brought peace, He provided means, He gave clarity, and poured out lot's of encouragement. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in awe of His works!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-3580172670287398065?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/3580172670287398065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=3580172670287398065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3580172670287398065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3580172670287398065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-extremely-dislike-favoritism-i-will.html' title='The FAVOR of the Lord!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-8914881657453469255</id><published>2010-01-06T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:41:35.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision</title><content type='html'>Here we are. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 2010. &lt;/span&gt;A brand new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know January is named after the god &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janus&lt;/span&gt; from the Roman times? Janus has two faces, and can see both the future and past. Interesting isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S0T8LSWVhnI/AAAAAAAAEUA/zCrDoeRls9M/s1600-h/800px-Janus-Vatican.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S0T8LSWVhnI/AAAAAAAAEUA/zCrDoeRls9M/s320/800px-Janus-Vatican.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423737122095203954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wise&lt;/span&gt; to take time in January to look back over the last year and to look forward to a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not one to set big resolutions, because I usually never follow through with them. But I do try to be intentional by looking ahead and setting goals for me and my family for the year.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proverbs 21:5 &lt;/span&gt;says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The plans of the diligent lead surely to advantage, but to everyone who is hasty comes surely to poverty"&lt;/span&gt;. I know I want the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; advantage&lt;/span&gt; for my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we take time praying, thinking, talking and casting vision for our family. As we were in the middle of thinking ahead. I was at a Christmas party an&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S0T-9bumrXI/AAAAAAAAEUI/9YLNwzeaIZk/s1600-h/VISION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S0T-9bumrXI/AAAAAAAAEUI/9YLNwzeaIZk/s400/VISION.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423740182629625202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d found this on a white board.&lt;br /&gt;It read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Vision without strategy is only a fantasy."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you, it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;offended&lt;/span&gt; me to think that it would only be a Fantasy to have a healthy marriage, or be debt free, or rear up my children right. So I went home and implemented some strategies for these goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you havent looked ahead or even reflected on the past, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take the time to do so&lt;/span&gt;. Think of the things or areas in your life you want to advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Spiritually (Personal, devotional life, disciplines, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;-Mentally (Books, health, mind sets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-Family (Time and focus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;-Financially (Budgeting, giving, working,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;-Relationships (Discipleship, evangelism, friendships, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-Physically (Evercise, eating, sleeping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big goal we have set for our family and implemented strategies for-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is to be DEBT FREE&lt;/span&gt;. We have hope and vision. If we follow through with our plan- we can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be a year of abundant blessings for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-8914881657453469255?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/8914881657453469255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=8914881657453469255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/8914881657453469255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/8914881657453469255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2010/01/vision.html' title='Vision'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S0T8LSWVhnI/AAAAAAAAEUA/zCrDoeRls9M/s72-c/800px-Janus-Vatican.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-171792106051807241</id><published>2009-12-13T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:20:59.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titus 3:1-7</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For I dare not stand on my righteousness&lt;/span&gt;",  is a quote a friend of mine used as her status update on Facebook recently, and it has intrigued me ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been scrutinized a bit about my walk with Jesus. How my decisions, convictions, and actions have made me appear to be better than everyone. Obviously this person doesn't know me well. It still pains me though, because thats not the kind of impression I want to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after searching my heart and alot of time with the Lord,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've settle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;d that no matter how it may appear, I choose to do what I believe is good&lt;/span&gt;... I have subjected myself to my God, those who have authority over me. I have chosen to be obedient, and not to slander anyone, to be peaceable and considerate, and to show true humility toward everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how this may convey to others. Especially the people who have known me before I've grown to know the Lord.  Because after all, I have been known to live out of the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time I too were foolish, disobedient, deceived and enslaved by all kinds of passions and pleasures. I lived in evil and envy, being hated and hating others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;But I have to proclaim that when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared in me, He saved me, not because of righteous things I've done, but because of His mercy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saved me through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom He poured out on me generously through Jesus,  so that, having been justified by His grace,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I might become an heir-- having the hope of eternal life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of the song by Brandon Heath called "I'm Not Who I Was"? Some of my favorite lyrics are copied below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Well the thing I find most amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;In amazing grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Is the chance to give it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Maybe that's what love is all about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I wish you could see me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I wish I could show you how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm not who I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These words string a cord in me because so badly I want to tell people of my past and those who think they know who I am-- that Im not who I was. I have been made anew!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Despite what others may determine....I know in my heart that Im truly free from any condemning charges against me. I have been redeemed and forgiven.  Doesn't mean Im perfect.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.but any righteousness anyone may see in me is a reflection of Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; Bottom line- I have resolved to stand firm in my faith and put all my confidence in Him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SyUH2Ka0jOI/AAAAAAAAEQY/oxwZVEa4iDQ/s1600-h/monarch-butterfly_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SyUH2Ka0jOI/AAAAAAAAEQY/oxwZVEa4iDQ/s400/monarch-butterfly_800x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414742754074070242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-171792106051807241?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/171792106051807241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=171792106051807241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/171792106051807241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/171792106051807241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2009/12/titus-31-7.html' title='Titus 3:1-7'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SyUH2Ka0jOI/AAAAAAAAEQY/oxwZVEa4iDQ/s72-c/monarch-butterfly_800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-6364420627811055123</id><published>2009-12-03T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:39:27.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sayin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just wanted to share a new motto Im trying to live by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Say what you mean,&lt;br /&gt;mean what you say,&lt;br /&gt;and don't be mean when you say it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You would think this wouldn't be such a hard thing for me, but it IS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And by the grace of God I will master how I use my words!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-6364420627811055123?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/6364420627811055123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=6364420627811055123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6364420627811055123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6364420627811055123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-sayin.html' title='Just sayin&apos;'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-4478961036616538427</id><published>2009-11-24T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:18:21.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont leave out thankfulness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"Thanksgiving Day is a jewel, to set in the hearts of honest men; but be careful that you do not take the day, and leave out the gratitude." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;~E.P. Powell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-4478961036616538427?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/4478961036616538427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=4478961036616538427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4478961036616538427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4478961036616538427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-leave-out-thankfulness.html' title='Dont leave out thankfulness!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-4983297098599050559</id><published>2009-09-01T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:25:34.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth a read.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We read this from a book called Financial Peace by Dave Ramsey. I will blog more about our journey in Financial Peace University in later posts. Great things must be shared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your constant companion,&lt;br /&gt;I am your greatest helper or your heaviest burden.&lt;br /&gt;I will push you onward or drag you down to failure.&lt;br /&gt;I am at your command.&lt;br /&gt;Half of the tasks that you do you might just as well&lt;br /&gt;turn over to me and I will do them quickly and correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am easily managed,&lt;br /&gt;you must merely be firm with me.&lt;br /&gt;Show me exactly how you want something done;&lt;br /&gt;after a few lessons I will do it automatically.&lt;br /&gt;I am the servant of all great people and&lt;br /&gt;alas of all failures as well.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are great I have made great,&lt;br /&gt;those who are failures I have made failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a machine, but I work with all the precision&lt;br /&gt;of a machine, plus the intelligence of a person.&lt;br /&gt;Now you may run me for profit or&lt;br /&gt;you may run me for ruin.&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference to me.&lt;br /&gt;Take me, train me, be firm with me,&lt;br /&gt;and I will lay the world at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Be easy with me and I will destroy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who am I? Im called Habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-4983297098599050559?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/4983297098599050559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=4983297098599050559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4983297098599050559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4983297098599050559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2009/09/worth-read.html' title='Worth a read.'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-7067022045942493366</id><published>2009-08-23T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:13:18.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEALED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Something BIG happened to me recently, and I thought Id testify to all of Gods power and goodness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been about three weeks I have been suffering severe pain. Bottom line i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SpHCnhXzkwI/AAAAAAAAD-c/KqMTzAV0Ow8/s1600-h/trigeminal_side_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SpHCnhXzkwI/AAAAAAAAD-c/KqMTzAV0Ow8/s320/trigeminal_side_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373289814658618114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s I have bad teeth. Terrible teeth! Like- I have some places where only my roots are taking up space in my gums. This has resulted in some nerve problems in my face. Im not a dentist, but this is what I conluded: Your teeth roots are basically branches off of a larger branch of nerves in your face. Each side of your face has its own nerves. For some reason, due to certain circumstances, my facial nerves would get set off. And I would have intense pain in my left eye, left ear, left jaw, and even in my left nostril. It was a sharp pain that almost felt like warm electricity. Talk about horrific! I would end up with massive headaches due to all the madness in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With heat compressions, and lots of drugs, I was able to cope with the pain. I knew what types of foods would make it hurt worse..and avoided them. At night, it was worse when I laid down, so I took some heavy medication to be able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont I just go to a dentist you ask? Well, I cant afford it. My teeth are very very very very bad. I have been and have started on a restoration plan with a great dentist, but Im at a standstill until I can bring in more finances. There is really nothing they can do for my mouth, except the big overhaul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have just dealt with the pain. And seriously went weeks eating medicine like candy. In the midst of pain, I have been able to worship, and seek God on a new level.  I embedded a song I have litsened to alot. The words are included. It just gave me great peace knowing God is in control. He knows my needs and circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dFF_n5MqHs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dFF_n5MqHs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at a gathering at ACC for Lifegroup leaders and ACC staff, there was a session on healing. The teacher talked about God's healing power. Then he had the congregation wait on the Lord and see if God  might want to heal anyone. Everyone was quiet for a little bit, and then the teacher asked if anyone had heard anything. A few people heard a few things, and one lady stood up and said " I felt like somebody has had sharp shooting pain in their jaw and face associated with a tooth ache." I was not there, but Joel stood up and mentioned my situation. They all took sometime to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I was at home. I had just made the kids some ice cream- a huge set off for the nerves in my face! But I made me a bowl anyway. After we all enjoyed a bowl and I cleaned up, I realized- MY FACE DOESNT HURT?? So, I just thanked the Lord and went on. Later Joel came home and explained what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO SO SO overhwhelmed by Gods goodness and by His power, and by His willingness to heal me..and rid me of this pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Psalm 16:11  You have made known to me the path of life;   you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.&lt;/h3&gt;Our God is an amazing God. He cares for His people, and His healing power is available to all by faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-7067022045942493366?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/7067022045942493366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=7067022045942493366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/7067022045942493366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/7067022045942493366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2009/08/healed.html' title='HEALED!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SpHCnhXzkwI/AAAAAAAAD-c/KqMTzAV0Ow8/s72-c/trigeminal_side_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-5972769500568169301</id><published>2009-08-19T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:43:23.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY CHURCH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i642.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid642.photobucket.com/albums/uu143/Antioch_album/10YrsInternet.flv" width="448" height="361"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just celebrated our TEN year anniversary. Boy it was alot of work for my hubby and others to get set up, but sure was worth it! So thankful we have such an amazing church family!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-5972769500568169301?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5972769500568169301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=5972769500568169301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5972769500568169301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5972769500568169301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-my-church.html' title='I LOVE MY CHURCH!!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-8443362470041514941</id><published>2009-07-18T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:30:43.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Humility</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-family: arial;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;A study this morning on humility was just what I needed. Believe me, I have my moments of pride, but I try to stay in a humble attitude and think of others above myself. So this is not a Tressa is perfect and judging others post. This is a Tressa had a revelation on this subject post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Lately, I have become so disgusted by the pride and arrogance of others. I just wanted to gag yesterday as I sat and litsened to someone build themselves up the entire time we were together. Note: I had to pray hard beforehand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;because I knew I would be around this person. I didnt want to join in with all the elavating, but I want to celebrate this person in their accomplishments, but where do you draw the line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Then this morning I came across James 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" id="en-NIV-30323" class="versenum" value="1"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don't they come from your desires that battle within you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" id="en-NIV-30324" class="versenum" value="2"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;You want something but don't get it. You kill and covet, but you cannot have what you want. You quarrel and fight. You do not have, because you do not ask God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" id="en-NIV-30325" class="versenum" value="3"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30326" class="versenum" value="4"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;You adulterous people, don't you know that friendship with the world is hatred toward God? Anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30327" class="versenum" value="5"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;Or do you think Scripture says without reason that the spirit he caused to live in us envies intensely? &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30328" class="versenum" value="6"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;But he gives us more grace. That is why Scripture says:  "God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Let me highlight a few things here:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~Pride makes its own agenda without any consideration of God and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~What is gained through pride is always lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God opposes those filled with the pride of life for they are the friends of the devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It is pride that makes us lust and covet and envy and murder and fight and war. Pride is to the life of the flesh what humility is to the life of the Spirit. It is at the very foundation of the lifestyle, which displeases God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;~Pride brings destruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Humility starts with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt; the decision about who is in charge of our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt; God's enabling power is available to those who truly submit themselves to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;He gives GRACE and covering to those who call on Him and give Him glory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My revelation is that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; God's power&lt;/span&gt; will be discovered in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lives of the proud&lt;/span&gt;, but it will only lead to their&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; destruction&lt;/span&gt;. I can rest in knowing that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God sees the heart of man&lt;/span&gt;, and He is the Judge. I can also have pity on the proud. Because after all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big egos are like big shields for lots of empty space&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The proud are absorbed in the endless &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt; to think well of themselves for one reason or another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remain&lt;/span&gt; humble, even when I want to join in (in times like yesterday) and point out all of my successes and accomplishments. I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; submitted&lt;/span&gt; myself and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prayed&lt;/span&gt; before my time with this person, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; gave me the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ability&lt;/span&gt; to stay low. I saw pride for what it was and I even left our time together feeling renewed.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; God's power for living life well is given to those who humble themselves in His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-8443362470041514941?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/8443362470041514941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=8443362470041514941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/8443362470041514941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/8443362470041514941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2009/07/pride-and-humility.html' title='Pride and Humility'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-1470709615776393299</id><published>2009-07-08T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:54:52.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE- the most important ingredient</title><content type='html'>Today, I was called a "Betty Crocker" by a friend, she mentioned I was maybe even better than Betty. TO be honest, I love to cook- and what I cook might taste good, but it doesnt always look magazine perfect. Im not good at drawing lines, or making perfect cuts and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared the story with my friend about the two little girls staying with us. Today I decided we would make homemade pizzas. One girl gapsed, "you can make a pizza?" So we got out the premade crusts, the sauce, grated the cheese, and cooked the grease out of the pepperonis. We then sat and everyone had a job to putting the pizza together. (spreading the sauce, sprinkling the cheese, putting on the pepperonis) Once the pizza was put together, I infromed them that we saved the most important ingredient to put on for last----love. I made everyone sprinkle their love over the two pizzas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked the pizzas, let them cool, cut them up and served them on everyones plates. At the table while we were eating, one of the sweet girls said "This pizza is the best, its because of all the love we put in it!" At that moment, I realized, we are better cooks than Betty Crocker- because we cook with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-1470709615776393299?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/1470709615776393299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=1470709615776393299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1470709615776393299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1470709615776393299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-most-important-ingredient.html' title='LOVE- the most important ingredient'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-2807328687661502874</id><published>2009-07-03T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:23:18.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIA</title><content type='html'>The Lord is breaking our hearts for India again. And man, it hurts, oh how our hearts ache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been to India once. We have seen, touched, tasted, smelt, heard, slept, cried, and fully experienced that country. One of my favorite quotes from a song is "Now that I have seen, I am responsible".  We really feel like we have experienced these things for a reason! And feel somewhat responsible. We just want to stand up and say "No MORE!", "Not on our watch will these people continue to suffer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 2:26 says "As the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without deeds is dead." We have alot of faith, and we do alot of deeds, here in Waco. But we are asking ourselves, what about in India? Who is loving those "neighbors" there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the process of processing all these feelings. We have had these heartfelt feelings for India for quite some time, but just recently couldnt hold it in any longer. We are asking the Lord- where? when? how? what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord, we are litsening!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-2807328687661502874?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/2807328687661502874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=2807328687661502874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/2807328687661502874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/2807328687661502874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2009/07/india.html' title='INDIA'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-1393318076580536933</id><published>2009-04-28T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:42:05.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...one of my favorite quotes have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I've got nothing to prove"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And when I say that, I truly mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because, no one or no thing owns me. No one's words, actions, attitudes, or approval can adhere to who I am. No cirsumstances or situations can define me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am who I am because of my Father. I will let Him call on who I am. I will let Him define what I am. And because I am so solid in my identity in Him, I have nothing to prove to anyone or to anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not saying Im perfect...or justifying any of my actions. Im just saying I will not let the enemy use anyone or any thing to doubt who I am in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of my favorite childrens books is called "You Are Special" by Max Lucado. Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0891079319/o/qid=962106786/sr=2-3/103-7972427-0912600"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to see it on Amazon.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_ctl00_WideLeftPane_WideLeftPane_preview"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This book about small wooden people called the Wemmicks who put golden star stickers and gray dot stickers on each other all day long. The golden star stickers go to the talented, well liked, smart, and beautiful Wemmicks. The gray dot stickers go to the chipped, scratched, and uncoordinated Wemmicks, and to those who cannot speak eloquently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Wemmick, named Punchinello, is one who receives gray dots all day long and is very sad about it. It is affecting his self esteem and he is believing that something is really wrong with him. He meets Lucia, a Wemmick who is beautiful and talented, but has no stars or dots. Every time someone gives her a mark, whether a star or dot, it just falls off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Punchinello asks Lucia about this phenomenon, she refers him to speak to Eli, the woodcarver. Eli creates all of the Wemmicks and lives on the other side of the hill. Skeptically, Punchinello goes to meet Eli, where he learns that he is loved and accepted, no matter what other's may say his faults are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punchinello realizes that when he spends some time with Eli, who loves him unconditionally, the dots will not stick to him, because he is special too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My most favorite part of the book, is at the very end, when the Punchinello meets Eli (God). Read below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong.  Punchinello stopped. "Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you." Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman. "You know my name?" the little Wemmick asked.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Of course I do. I made you." Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench. "Hmm," the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. "Looks like you've been given some bad marks." "I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard." "Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me, child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think." "You don't?"  &lt;!--  Max Lucado, You are Special, people picking on someone, someone being picked on by others, someone picking on you, being attacked being maligned. What to do when you're attacked. How to feel when you're being picked on. What to focus on when people are picking on you. --&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots?&lt;br /&gt;They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special."&lt;br /&gt;Punchinello laughed. "Me, special? Why? I can't walk fast. I can't jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. "Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me."&lt;br /&gt;Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this--much less his maker. He didn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;"Every day I've been hoping you'd come," Eli explained.&lt;br /&gt;"I came because I met someone who had no marks."&lt;br /&gt;"I know. She told me about you."&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't the stickers stay on her?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure I understand."&lt;br /&gt;"You will, but it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care." Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground. "Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Punchinello didn't stop, but in his heart he thought, "I think he really means it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its hard for me to read this book without crying! What a great implication as to who we should let define us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to write a post about this for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few weeks, we are doing a series at our church called "Identity Theft". This series is about finding our identity in Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the weekly sermons online by clicking &lt;a href="http://antiochcc.ccbchurch.com/app/w_page.php?id=42&amp;amp;type=section&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=fc805efaa38d56c6f82477dcf706b501"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Also, ACC is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; offering a free electronic devotional via email. Click &lt;a href="http://visitor.constantcontact.com/d.jsp?m=1101723800503&amp;amp;p=oi"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to sign up. Its REALLY good stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-1393318076580536933?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/1393318076580536933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=1393318076580536933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1393318076580536933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1393318076580536933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2009/04/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-7380743318048135035</id><published>2009-03-13T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:59:03.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abiding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SbqsxT6WyHI/AAAAAAAADeE/gJYgpJJsi_I/s1600-h/P3080021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SbqsxT6WyHI/AAAAAAAADeE/gJYgpJJsi_I/s400/P3080021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312748673595525234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(This is a picture of one of my journal entries. Below is typed out what was written in that entry.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been reading this book called “Becoming A Woman Who Walks With God”. The first four chapters talk about abiding: The Security of Abiding; Choosing to Abide; Abiding in the Word; and Bearing Fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been contemplative about the value of abiding or staying close to the Lord. Jesus uses the illustration in John 15 of the living vine and its branches, and that He alone is the source of abundance and growth. We are the branches, and must stay firmly connected to the Vine in order to grow and bear fruit. He invites us to stay connected to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Abiding is deciding to let Christ be our Source- surrendering our lives to Him, seeking His kingdom, trusting His provision. Its the CHOICE to adhere ourselves to the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The story of Martha and Mary in Luke is brought up in chapter two. Martha was buzzing around-getting dinner ready while Jesus was in the living room with Mary at His feet. Martha got fed up with having to do all the work, and vents to Jesus for not caring about her and all her work. He lovingly responds to her by encouraging her to realize that she can lay aside all her work, and be concerned with whats best and whats eternal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesus wants us to focus our lives on being with Him, rather than on busying ourselves doing for Him. He has called us to abide- to sit at His feet and listen to His words. When our first priority is abiding, we cannot help but serve the Lord and do the works of His will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;In John 8:31 Jesus tell us “If you abide in My word, then you are truly disciples of Mine.” A daily intake of the Scriptures is one of the surest ways of abiding in His Word. Just as eating is essential for strength and energy, so do our spirits need daily nourishment. Feeding our spirits is essential to our growth, strength, and ability to bear fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I feel like the fruit I bear is small, or too dry. Those are the times Im confusing myself for the vine and live in my own strength instead of depending on Him. “Your responsibility is to abide in Me and let Me abide in you.” The key to fruit bearing is to stay connected to the Vine. Apart from the Vine I can do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Lord, I surrender myself to Your power to transform me according to Your likeness. I yield my life to bear the priceless fruit that is the product of abiding.”&lt;/span&gt; Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-7380743318048135035?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/7380743318048135035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=7380743318048135035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/7380743318048135035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/7380743318048135035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2009/03/abiding.html' title='Abiding'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SbqsxT6WyHI/AAAAAAAADeE/gJYgpJJsi_I/s72-c/P3080021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-8381243441145443324</id><published>2009-02-27T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:35:51.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consequences of Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SahcmKN8vCI/AAAAAAAADbg/V0ns6KcC9do/s1600-h/glasscleaner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SahcmKN8vCI/AAAAAAAADbg/V0ns6KcC9do/s400/glasscleaner.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307593971503774754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(This is a picture of one of my journal entries. Below is typed out what was written in that entry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Recently, in my sin (anger) I threw a bottle of glass cleaner and broke it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Is anyone out there surprised that I'm a sinner? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I really don't throw things often, but that day I was so mad- I just threw the closest thing to me which happened to be the poor bottle of glass cleaner. I put it away on the shelf after piecing it together and forgot all about it. A few days later, I got it off the shelf to use it and remembered its broken. To use it now, you have to hold the body of the bottle and the head of the bottle at the same time and somehow manage to squeeze the trigger. It will only give a trickle of spray- when it use to spray a nice V shape.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;In my flesh, I decided to put “Glass Cleaner” on my grocery list, even though I still had a little less than half a bottle of it- I just wanted a NON broken bottle. At the store, I felt convicted. I felt I must continue to use my cleaner until its all gone. Regardless of the brokenness- I must suffer the consequences of my sin.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;For a few days now, I have been mindful on how we must own up to our sin- confess our sin, and deal with the outcome of our sin. (1 John 1:8-10)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;One of my favorite stories is “Once there was a man who had decided to jump off the top of a 25 story building to end his life. After he jumped, and was falling to the ground, he realized he made a mistake. He repented and  pleaded with God for forgiveness. The Lord immediately replied with “Yes, you are forgiven..now- I will see you here in a minute.” What a perfect representation of how sin works.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;When I sin, I must see the error of my ways- seek forgiveness, and be washed new, and live with whatever the aftermath. In my case- it was a broken glass cleaner bottle.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I love what the Word says in Proverbs 13:15 in the Contemporary English version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sound judgment is praised, but people without good sense are on the way to disaster.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Can you think of a time in your life that sin caused some kind of outcome? What was the outcome? How did you deal with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-8381243441145443324?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/8381243441145443324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=8381243441145443324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/8381243441145443324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/8381243441145443324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2009/02/consequences-of-sin.html' title='Consequences of Sin'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SahcmKN8vCI/AAAAAAAADbg/V0ns6KcC9do/s72-c/glasscleaner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-5560501566914155740</id><published>2008-12-07T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T06:52:08.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Christmas Can Be Hard On Relationships"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;I copied and pasted this below (in green) from an email I got from Marriage Messages- I get these once a week and they are really good- I treasure the little nuggets of truth I get everytime. I wanted to share this particular message- it was good. You can suscribe to this FREE ministry by going to their website at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;a href="www.marriagemissions.com" target="_blank"&gt;www.marriagemissions.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="www.marriagemissions.com"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="www.marriagemissions.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Christmas Can Be Hard on Relationships - Marriage Message #20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Celebrating the Christmas season can be hard on relationships -- particularly marriage. That may seem like a strange statement, but it's true. You would think the opposite would be true. After-all, celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ -- "the Prince of Peace" should bring... well, PEACE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; "For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end..." (Isaiah 9:6-7a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; The birth of Christ is the time when God appeared in human form. As believers, we know that this is just the beginning of His "increase". After His second coming, the peace of God will be fully realized. Yet as we celebrate His birth -- the beginning of His "increase", many of us mentally leave Christ in a type of manger setting (where He isn't powerful) instead of inviting Him to increase and grow in our hearts -- to live in and through us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; A good challenge for us is something that John the Baptist said, "I must decrease, He must increase." Is that how you are living your Christian life both inside and outside of your home? How about at Christmas -- a time when we (and others) recognize and celebrate the birth of Christ? Christmas can be hard on relationships because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; --- We try to do more than we can and should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; --- We get so caught up in the actions of others that we forget to live out the principles of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;--- We allow ourselves to say and do things that don't reflect the heart of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;--- We want to GIVE more than our budget allows. We WANT more than budgets allow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;--- We misplace our priorities. We must never take CHRIST out of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do we change this? What can we do to make this a more peaceful season which reflects the heart and light of Christ in our marriage, our home, and outside of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven" (Matthew 5:14-16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are a few tips that you might keep in mind as Christmas is being celebrated all around us and in our homes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Lower your expectations of making everything so grand. "Give yourself permission to avoid perfection like the plague. Remember, Jesus was born in a stall in a barn (cave). He came into this world in a place filled with the odors of any farm. He had no tree, no lights and no Christmas buffet" (John Thurman). Don't try to do more than you can and should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind: if you're too busy to be kind, you're too busy. We're promised in the Bible that God will not give us more than we can handle. If you're doing more than you can and you find yourself being unkind as a result, then it shows that you're being tempted to do more than you should. Ask God to show you how you can simplify things so the "fruit of the Spirit" is lived out in your heart and actions. "The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control" (Galatians 5:22-23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Husbands, wives, children, relatives, and friends can be a blessing! But they can also complicate our lives as well and push at us in ways that cause us to lose sight of what's most important. Here are a few tips from counselor John Thurman &lt;a href="http://www.johnthurman.net/" target="_blank"&gt;www.johnthurman.net&lt;/a&gt; from his article "Holiday Stress Tips" (in quotation marks) that might help you, plus some we've added:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Regardless of what your therapist says, the Christmas season is not about problem solving. Deal with family issues another time. (Make this a holy day.) You have to choose how you are going to feel. You don't have to be a slave to old memories. ... If you're going to be spending a lot of time with family, be intentional about building in breaks from the family. The holidays can be a very special time for families to be together, but you don't need to overdose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Keep yourself out of places, to the best of your ability, where victimizing conflict can occur. Many times there is safety in numbers. It's something I learned with a family member who just wasn't safe to be with alone. My brother and I made a pact to watch over each other so neither of us would be alone with this individual. It helped greatly! "Gather on neutral ground -- meet at a place that belongs to no one. Include everyone that you can, and avoid posturing and fighting." "If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone" (Romans 12:18).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Also, if you can't avoid certain in-laws and/or other family members, and getting together with them is a reality in your life, look for ways you can be a blessing and bring the light of Christ to shine through in the darkness. Do all "as unto the Lord." Through this you are participating in His sufferings. You are also participating in God's Kingdom work. "Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will now grow weary and lose heart" (Hebrews 12:2-3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;--- Don't allow yourself to be dragged into or to stoop to the level of being sinful in how you interact with others. "Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you" (Ephesians 4:29-32). "Let us make every effort to do what leads to peace and mutual edification" (Romans 14:19).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Being a giver can be a wonderful blessing. "It is better to give than to receive." But keep in mind that sometimes unwise generosity can cause added problems later. It is better to give less and not break your budget, than to give more and put your family into depressive debt. Sometimes giving and accepting gifts that cost less, but are given in love are greater than gifts given where the price tag eventually becomes burdensome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---"So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God. Do not cause anyone to stumble, whether Jews, Greeks or the church of God -- even as I try to please everybody in every way. For I am not seeking my own good but the good of many, so that they may be saved. Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ" (1 Corinthians 10:31-33).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray you will poke holes in the darkness and draw together with your spouse to glorify God,&lt;br /&gt;Cindy and Steve Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-5560501566914155740?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5560501566914155740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=5560501566914155740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5560501566914155740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5560501566914155740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-can-be-hard-on-relationships.html' title='&quot;Christmas Can Be Hard On Relationships&quot;'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-5038102386848436356</id><published>2008-11-25T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:04:55.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Empty/Half Full</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SSxO1AAiWRI/AAAAAAAACX0/Bck1Ax6yDYk/s1600-h/409px-Glass-of-water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SSxO1AAiWRI/AAAAAAAACX0/Bck1Ax6yDYk/s320/409px-Glass-of-water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272675936186292498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Is this cup half empty or half full?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Lately, I've been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;contemplative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; about what its like to fully have a THANKFUL heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I've drawn a conclusion that when I have a pessimistic outlook on any type of situation in life (the glass is half empty)- I tend to be more ungrateful. And when I have a optimistic outlook on any type of situation in life(the glass is half full)- I tend to be more thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Half Empty- PESSIMISTIC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I think about the times I look at my life "half empty". I can focus on the things I dont have, or the things that aren't complete, or aren't perfect, or aren't entirely fixed, or not organized. I also think of the bad things- my kids are misbehaving, my husband is not perfect, my friends never call, or even I can go as far as focusing on mistakes, or bad relationships, or past hurts, or missed opportunities. THEN I really can start to feel discontent. I get all torn up into millions of pieces of pitifulness and unhappiness. This is not good. I hate finding myself in this attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Half Full-OPTIMISTIC:&lt;br /&gt;And then I think about the times I look at my life "half full". I can medititate on the things I do have, and the things that are complete, and working. I also think of the good things- my kids do love and care for eachother, my husband is so genuine and loving, my friends really do care for me. I can trail off to meditate on the accomplishments, and tribulations, healing relationships, and opportunities that I've had. THEN I really can start to feel content. I get built up in joy and gratefulness. This is a great place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;God's Word gives us intruction as to how to view life, Phillipians 4:8 says:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-29435" class="sup"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I guess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;God knew that thinking of these mentioned things are better for our minds than the other things we can fill our minds with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I've heard it once said like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"An undisclipined mind is like a battle field, the enemy can attack from every dircetion. A disclipined mind is like a mighty fortress, nothing can enter into it" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to challenge you all, to use Phillipians 4:8 as a filter, to purify the things of your mind. I promise, its a great path to having a THANKFUL heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-5038102386848436356?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5038102386848436356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=5038102386848436356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5038102386848436356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5038102386848436356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/11/half-emptyhalf-full.html' title='Half Empty/Half Full'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SSxO1AAiWRI/AAAAAAAACX0/Bck1Ax6yDYk/s72-c/409px-Glass-of-water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-3519401725823198405</id><published>2008-11-17T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:47:20.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SSGtOUnd96I/AAAAAAAACWE/eKCspLBaFJs/s1600-h/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SSGtOUnd96I/AAAAAAAACWE/eKCspLBaFJs/s400/tag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269683500564215714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been tagged by my pal (that I miss greatly) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mcphersonmarathon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to post 7 weird or random facts about myself. Here goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I really don't need alot of sleep, I can get an average of about 6 hours asleep at night and be fine. Works out perfect as a mom of four!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I use to live in a children's home called the Methodist Home. An experience I will never forget. Maybe I will blog about it someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I really wish I lived back in the 1800's. For some reason I just desire that life- the dress, the daily life, the simplicity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. If you gave me to opportunity to swim in a pool of chocolate or ranch, I'd choose ranch for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I have four tattoos: one little ladybug, two butterflies, and one clover. I use to have my tongue and belly pierced- but those can get taken out- the tattoos stay forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. I married my sweet hubby when I turned 18. We have been married 11 years now, that makes me how old? And yes, our oldest is almost 10. We started out life young- and started a family early. (But wouldn't take it back for anything!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.I do not have one full-blooded sibling. I have four  half brothers, and three half sisters. I was raised with my two of my half brothers. I've never met in person the others- only over phone and internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, I must tag 7 people. I tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://grannystrick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kathy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://the6johnsons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Steph, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://themorganmoments.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annabeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://texascorleys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://foresterclan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://artlady.wordpress.com/"&gt;Charity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SSGs3Zz4_nI/AAAAAAAACV8/Pc60hWiLJ94/s1600-h/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-3519401725823198405?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/3519401725823198405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=3519401725823198405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3519401725823198405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3519401725823198405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='TAGGED!!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SSGtOUnd96I/AAAAAAAACWE/eKCspLBaFJs/s72-c/tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-5073570341016705949</id><published>2008-11-15T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:24:33.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTmas!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK...so I am gonna rant here for a minute. I got home today and unloaded my groceries and realized all the grocery bags that carried my groceries had "Have a Jolly Holiday" decorated all over the bag. What happened to "Merry Christmas"?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO much so- that Im thinking about not shopping there for the Christmas holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard over my local radio station that the Focus on the Family sent certified letters to the CEOs and marketing executives of 33 leading retailers inviting them to share their plans to generously use the term ”Christmas” in their 2008 catalogs and Web publications. They also requested information about their policies regarding in-store use of the term “Merry Christmas.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In exchange for an early commitment to use the term “Christmas,” Focus on the Family offered to share the decision's with the world early in the shopping season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight of the 33 retailers replied with enthusiasm and stated their plans to generously use the term “Christmas.” In fact, a number of them intend to increase their use of “Christmas” this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eight that plan to intentionally recognize Christmas are:&lt;br /&gt;Best Buy&lt;br /&gt;Cabela's&lt;br /&gt;Kohl's&lt;br /&gt;Lowe's&lt;br /&gt;Nordstrom&lt;br /&gt;Pier 1 Imports&lt;br /&gt;Toys "R" Us&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the Family qoutes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We trust these industry leaders will make good on their promise and publish “Christmas-friendly” material as they roll out their catalogs and Web sites. As you observe their “Christmas-friendly” approach, please thank them and patronize their stores."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAP, Banana Republic and Old Navy were also kind enough to send a reply but did not convey a clear commitment to use the term “Christmas.” Rather, they communicated their intent to approach their marketing in broad and diverse terms.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They have not received a reply from the following retailers:&lt;br /&gt;American Eagle&lt;br /&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;br /&gt;Bed, Bath &amp;amp; Beyond&lt;br /&gt;Bloomingdale's&lt;br /&gt;Borders&lt;br /&gt;Circuit City&lt;br /&gt;Crate&amp;amp;Barrel&lt;br /&gt;Dick's Sporting Goods&lt;br /&gt;Dillard's&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Bauer&lt;br /&gt;The Home Depot&lt;br /&gt;JCPenney&lt;br /&gt;KB Toys&lt;br /&gt;Kmart&lt;br /&gt;Lane Bryant&lt;br /&gt;Lands' End&lt;br /&gt;Linens 'n Things&lt;br /&gt;L.L. Bean&lt;br /&gt;Macy's&lt;br /&gt;Neiman Marcus&lt;br /&gt;Sears&lt;br /&gt;Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they review the publications for all 33 retailers, they will publish their ratings. Watch for the complete list and more details on &lt;em&gt;CitizenLink.com.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE ACTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since their staff can’t possibly monitor what’s happening in local stores across the country, please let them know what you notice as you visit these 33 retailers. They encourage the utmost respect and kindness, of course, should you offer any feedback to your local stores. You can &lt;a class="" href="citizenlink@family.org"&gt;e-mail them&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="citizenlink@family.org"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;your observations.&lt;/p&gt;As you observe the “Christmas-friendly” approach of these eight retailers, please thank them and patronize their stores. &lt;p&gt;Best Buy (612) 291-1000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="" href="customer.service@cabelas.com"&gt;Cabela’s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kohl’s (262) 703-7000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="" href="Christmas2008@lowes.com"&gt;Lowe's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nordstrom (206) 303-6000&lt;br /&gt;Pier 1 Imports (817) 252-8000&lt;br /&gt;Toys "R" Us (973) 617-4040&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="" href="http://walmartstores.com/contactus/feedback.aspx"&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-5073570341016705949?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5073570341016705949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=5073570341016705949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5073570341016705949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5073570341016705949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas.html' title='CHRISTmas!!!!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-5397652798032798924</id><published>2008-10-09T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:26:40.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was in the car today, without kids (rare), and this song came over the radio. I turned up the volume to my Honda Odyssey van speakers and I was jamming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I started to hear the lyrics, my heart started to soften..the song was so revealing I started to cry. Its a song by Toby Mac called "Lose My Soul" featuring Kirk Franklin and Mandisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://free.napster.com/player/tracks/19149930" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://free.napster.com/images/buttons/btn_play.gif" border="0" /&gt;Lose My Soul feat. Kirk Franklin &amp;amp; Mandisa / Afterparty (Portable Sounds Album Version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Take a look at the lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I wanna tell you all something, Man.&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm not gonna let these material thing's, get in my way, you all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;Thats real and pure and true and eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father God, I am clay in your hands,&lt;br /&gt;Help me to stay that way through all life's demands,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause they chip and they nag and they pull at me,&lt;br /&gt;And every little thing I make up my mind to be,&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm gonna be a daddy whose in the mix,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be a husband who stays legit,&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that I'm an artist who rises above,&lt;br /&gt;The road that is wide and filled with self love,&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I see draws me,&lt;br /&gt;Though it's only in You that I can truly see that its a feast for the eyes- a low blow to purpose.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a little kid at a three ring circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Franklin, Step up to the mic sir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paparazzi flashes, and that they think that it's you,&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know that who you are is not what you do,&lt;br /&gt;True, we get it twisted when we peak at the charts,&lt;br /&gt;Yo before we part from the start,&lt;br /&gt;Where's your heart?&lt;br /&gt;You a pimp, hustler?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's your title,&lt;br /&gt;America has no more stars, now we call them idols,&lt;br /&gt;You sit idle, While we teach prosperity,&lt;br /&gt;The first thing to prosper should be inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;We're free...&lt;br /&gt;Not because of 22's on the range,&lt;br /&gt;But Christ came in range, we said yes now we changed,&lt;br /&gt;Not the same, even though I made a fall,&lt;br /&gt;Since I got that call, no more Saul, now I'm Paul.&lt;br /&gt;(YEP!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I sense the tide that's rising?&lt;br /&gt;De-sensitizing me from living in light of eternity,&lt;br /&gt;How do I sense the tide that's rising?&lt;br /&gt;It's hypnotizing me from living in light of eternity,&lt;br /&gt;How do I sense the tide that's rising?&lt;br /&gt;De-sensitizing me from living in light of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lord what we gonna do,We're relying on you,&lt;br /&gt;all eyes are on you Lord,&lt;br /&gt;all eyes are on you, all eyes are on you Jesus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say.&lt;br /&gt;(Don't let me lose my soul, my soul.)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;br /&gt;(This is my honesty, Father, won't you cover me.)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;br /&gt;(Don't wanna walk away, and all those people say)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul,&lt;br /&gt;(Don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose my soul.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord forgive us when we get consumed by the things of this world,&lt;br /&gt;That fight for our love, and our passion,&lt;br /&gt;As our eyes are open wide and on you.&lt;br /&gt;Grant us the privilege of your world view,&lt;br /&gt;And may your kingdom be, what wakes us up, and lays us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hallelujah, Don't wanna lose our soul,&lt;br /&gt;No, Don't wanna lose my soul.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey excuse me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for the after party,&lt;br /&gt;Toby,&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, yeah, last door on the left, you'll hear it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me lose my soul, I never wanna walk away,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lose my soul,&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me, don't let me, lose my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na no,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me lose, my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-5397652798032798924?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5397652798032798924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=5397652798032798924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5397652798032798924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5397652798032798924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/10/lose-my-soul.html' title='Lose My Soul'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-5249681712118837179</id><published>2008-09-24T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:51:50.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERCOMING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does anyone else out there have any fears? Any anxieties? Any GIANT problems that seem too big? I often thought "Am I the only one here struggling with this fear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well- there is good news for those trying to overcome a fear--victory can be had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;God's perspective is eternal- and by His &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;, we can "do all things." &lt;i&gt;"For God did not give us a &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; timidity, but a &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; love, and &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; self-discipline."  &lt;/i&gt;2 Timothy 1:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I am personally sharing with the world that I finally took action and have been spending some time at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dentist&lt;/span&gt; office. (after many years of pain, fear, anxiety, discomfort, and shame) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire process has been so hard, but I felt like the Lord told me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It was time"&lt;/span&gt; and He literally opened doors for me to be able to overcome this GIANT that has kept me in hiding for so long!! This has been my "skeleton in the closet" for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took baby steps, with lots of urging (accountability) from family and close friends I called for an appointment to just a sit down and talk with a dentist. I felt a little more comfortable so I came back for a exam. After they looked over the results of the exam we met back for a consultation and laid out a dental restoration plan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited that I'm on my way to a healthier mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; I cannot begin to list out all the emotions Ive been through just by taking this big leap! My perspective on dentistry has definitely changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My dentist is a nice woman who genuinely cares about my dental health. You all know my love for ladybugs? Well, since the office is of women staff only- they call each other Ladybugs- when I found that little fact out- I knew I was in the right place! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I am covered by a great dental plan at my hubby's work. I took on a 12 hour a week job this year to specifically pay for fees that insurance doesn't cover.. (I call my income- "teeth money".) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I have to admit though, even with the insurance, Im still gonna have to pay out a bunch of money, but this is just another tool this GIANT has on me. I know the Lord has brought me here, and I know He will continue to help me conquer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I will inform you all as things progress, I have a cleaning mid October, and my first restorative (3 1/2 hours long) appointment in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But as for you and your fears, anxiety, and/or GIANTS...Ask the Lord to give you power- and with that- take the baby steps that will walk you to VICTORY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I promise you will be able to see the situation more clearly from God's vantage point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Read more about David and how he conquered his fears and a GIANT in the book of 1 Samuel 17 of the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A point to ponder about this story is that David's faith in God caused him to look at the giant from a different perspective. Goliath was merely a mortal man defying an all-powerful God. David looked at the battle from God's point of view. If we look at giant problems and impossible situations from God's perspective, we realize that God will fight for us and with us. When we put things in proper perspective, we see more clearly and we can fight more effectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-5249681712118837179?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5249681712118837179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=5249681712118837179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5249681712118837179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5249681712118837179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/09/overcoming.html' title='OVERCOMING'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-3350870210265551651</id><published>2008-09-11T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:56:51.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DISCIPLINE---ouch it hurts!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="me"&gt;dis·ci·pline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="pronset"&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="pg"&gt;noun, verb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" type="1"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Training expected to produce a specific character or pattern of behavior, especially training that produces moral or mental improvement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Controlled behavior resulting from disciplinary training; self-control.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;ol type="a"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Control obtained by enforcing compliance or order.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A systematic method to obtain obedience&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A state of order based on submission to rules and authority&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punishment intended to correct or train.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A branch of knowledge or teaching.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recently, when Big D at the tender age of 3 gets a "correction" &lt;/span&gt;(spanking, time out, toy in time out)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; he gets upset and says either &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Be NICE Mommy!"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You hurt me!"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Perfectly innocent replies to that painful feeling of discipline.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We have actually started using the word "discipline", to help him learn that if he does not obey our rules, he will get "Disclipine". At times, it seems so hard for him to want to conform to our rules, he'd rather take the punishment- then give up the desire for wanting to do things his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ive thought alot about his response lately paired up with my life. How I do NOT like discipline either:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;~I haven't been running lately because its sooo painful to get up so early and run! (been going to bed late too)&lt;br /&gt;~I dont like doing the dishes and cleaning up right after dinner because I "just wanna relax" for a minute- which turns into an all night relaxation until Im forced to clean up dinner the next morning so we can have breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;~I hate dealing with our budget system, its too time consuming. But if I dont keep account- we wont have much savings and even might have to use our pricey overdraft protection!&lt;br /&gt;~I'd rather be on Facebook than being diligent with my daily chores. Its nice to be able to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;just sit while the boys are napping and do nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do have lots of great excuses to NOT be disciplined dont I? But what happens when Im not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I suffer the consequences of low energy, weight gain, crazy hectic mornings, financial crunch, time wasted- low productivity- all things not so lovely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no self-control and not submitting to a discipline life only results into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pain and suffering. One qoute a friend recently shared with me was from Joyce Meyer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"We must all suffer one of two things - the  pain of discipline or the pain of regret &amp;amp; disappointment.  The price  of excellence is discipline.  The cost of mediocrity is  disappointment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div id=":8k" class="ArwC7c ckChnd"&gt;&lt;div bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SO I find myself at a point where I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; have to make a choice to lead a disclipined lifestyle. Id much rather suffer the pain of discipline than the disappointment of all the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-3350870210265551651?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/3350870210265551651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=3350870210265551651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3350870210265551651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3350870210265551651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/09/discipline-ouch-it-hurts.html' title='DISCIPLINE---ouch it hurts!!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-5253892861643485907</id><published>2008-08-25T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:27:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A love song....</title><content type='html'>Im loving all of Brooke Frasers songs lately. But this happens to be one of my most latest favorite songs. (Came out in 2004- it took me this long to find it!) The name of this song is Arithmetic.&lt;br /&gt;You know...I dont know for sure, but I think this was a love song written to God. Now, there are some words in the song that throw me off to think that its not written to God. But the more I litsen to the lyrics, I find out it doesnt matter, its a song I can sing to the Lord and mean it. But really, I think its a love song to our God. So beautiful and the lyrics are amazing....I have included them at the bottom of this post. &lt;br /&gt;Let me know your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJHa9yVgEHg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MJHa9yVgEHg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been staring at the sky tonight&lt;br /&gt;Marvelling and passing time&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to do with daylight&lt;br /&gt;Until I can make you mine&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I want, you are the one I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;It never stays the same for long&lt;br /&gt;But of all the things I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;You're the only certain one&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I want, you are the one I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been counting up all my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;One sorry for each star&lt;br /&gt;See I'd apologise my way to you&lt;br /&gt;If the heavens stretched that far&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I want, you are the one I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I won't find what I am looking for&lt;br /&gt;If I only "see" by keeping score&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I know now you are so much more than arithmetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos if I add, if I subtract&lt;br /&gt;If I give it all, try to take some back&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten the freedom that comes from the fact&lt;br /&gt;That you are the sum&lt;br /&gt;So you are the one&lt;br /&gt;I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the years are showing on my face&lt;br /&gt;And my strongest days are gone&lt;br /&gt;When my heart and flesh depart this place&lt;br /&gt;From a life that sung your song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be the one I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be the one I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be the one I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be the one I want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-5253892861643485907?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5253892861643485907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=5253892861643485907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5253892861643485907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5253892861643485907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-song.html' title='A love song....'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-6726352487649902236</id><published>2008-08-07T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:30:12.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooke Fraser in Concert!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SJugiSAiU6I/AAAAAAAAB-c/LlQ1vmwjeqU/s1600-h/bfconcert1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SJugiSAiU6I/AAAAAAAAB-c/LlQ1vmwjeqU/s320/bfconcert1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231951902931047330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I went to a Brooke Fraser concert at the House Of Blues in Dallas with some girlfriends. I had such a great time! How often do you get to go out kid free and enjoy great music??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke Fraser is an amazing woman with much faith in our Lord. Her lyrics to her songs are powerful. Below are links to some of her songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SJugiTEULvI/AAAAAAAAB-k/TbvF3CxQi40/s1600-h/bfconcert2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SJugiTEULvI/AAAAAAAAB-k/TbvF3CxQi40/s320/bfconcert2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231951903215333106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is very powerful- our church even sings it- its called "Hosanna"- she sings it with Hillsong. She wrote the lyrics though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wr_Oqun3CWo" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?&lt;wbr&gt;v=wr_Oqun3CWo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song called Albertine, she wrote for a child she met in Rwanda. She basically says "Now that I have seen, I am responsible, faith without deeds is dead" Pretty good! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGx-xU6TnU8&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?&lt;wbr&gt;v=WGx-xU6TnU8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of my favorites is Hosea's Wife...which if you know the story of Hosea, he was called to be faithful to an unfaithful woman to repsresent Gods unfailing love. This is a video of her in concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v007w5ycsUI&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?&lt;wbr&gt;v=v007w5ycsUI&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-6726352487649902236?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/6726352487649902236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=6726352487649902236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6726352487649902236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6726352487649902236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/08/brooke-fraser-in-concert.html' title='Brooke Fraser in Concert!!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/SJugiSAiU6I/AAAAAAAAB-c/LlQ1vmwjeqU/s72-c/bfconcert1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-1312464565717494819</id><published>2008-07-15T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:16:52.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ive been following a blog by a woman that has truly inspired me. This woman named Licia works endlessly in a Rescue Center in Haiti that houses around 60 children that are sick and suffering from severe forms of malnutrition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, a sweet little girl named Chabina died. She came in the center several days ago at 6 months old weighing only 10 pounds.  She gradually got sicker and died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Licia posted on her site today the sad news of Chabina's death. Although she doesnt understand, in her agony she chooses to profess that God is good. She qoutes Psalm 28:6-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6 Praise be to the LORD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;        for he has heard my cry for mercy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; The LORD is &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;my strength&lt;/span&gt; and my shield;&lt;br /&gt;     my &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;heart trusts in him&lt;/span&gt;, and I am helped.&lt;br /&gt;     My heart leaps for joy&lt;br /&gt;     and I will &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;give thanks to him&lt;/span&gt; in song.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; The LORD is the strength of his people,&lt;br /&gt;     a fortress of salvation for his anointed one&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="result-text-style-normal"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cant stop thinking about how much faith this woman has. And also how much this lady gives. Even though she is in such agony- she must continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of James 2: 14-26. It talks about faith and deeds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-30292" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-30293" class="sup"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-30294" class="sup"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If one of you says to him, "Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed," but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" id="en-NIV-30295" class="sup"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-30296" class="sup"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;But someone will say, "You have faith; I have deeds."&lt;br /&gt;    Show me your faith without deeds, and I will show you my faith by what I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-30297" class="sup"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;You believe that there is one God. Good! Even the demons believe that—and shudder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-30298" class="sup"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;You foolish man, do you want evidence that faith without deeds is useless &lt;span id="en-NIV-30299" class="sup"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;Was not our ancestor Abraham considered righteous for what he did when he offered his son Isaac on the altar? &lt;span id="en-NIV-30300" class="sup"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;You see that his faith and his actions were working together, and his faith was made complete by what he did. &lt;span id="en-NIV-30301" class="sup"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;And the scripture was fulfilled that says, "Abraham believed God, and it was credited to him as righteousness, and he was called God's friend. &lt;span id="en-NIV-30302" class="sup"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;You see that a person is justified by what he does and not by faith alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-30303" class="sup"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;In the same way, was not even Rahab the prostitute considered righteous for what she did when she gave lodging to the spies and sent them off in a different direction? &lt;span id="en-NIV-30304" class="sup"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;As the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without deeds is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;May we all be inspired by Licia and just like her, put our faith into action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Licia's website is &lt;a href="http://haitirescuecenter.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://haitirescuecenter.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; Please stop by her site and encourage her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Also, Kayla and Emily will be doing a Fundraiser soon to benefit this rescue center. Stop by soon to read more about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-1312464565717494819?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/1312464565717494819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=1312464565717494819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1312464565717494819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1312464565717494819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/07/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken......'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-6109396411038169228</id><published>2008-07-11T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:41:57.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good laugh!</title><content type='html'>Did you know Noah had a blog? As in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Noah And The Ark&lt;/span&gt;? YUP! Noah has a blog and its hilarious! Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.wittenburgdoor.com/noahs-blog"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-6109396411038169228?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/6109396411038169228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=6109396411038169228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6109396411038169228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6109396411038169228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-laugh.html' title='A good laugh!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-9169743882687680772</id><published>2008-06-20T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T05:26:42.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting my blessings!!</title><content type='html'>As it is, today is my birthday. I woke this morning at 3:30 am. A beautiful thunderstorm was coming in and I could hear the wind, thunder, and rain. I couldnt go back to sleep. So I took my time showering and then had a sweet quiet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind kept thinking about how amazing last night was, my children are off with their Papa and Granny for the night, and Joel and I had a great time together on a date to my favorite steak house- Logans. Then I was given a few gifts- one being a new camera and another being a footrub! Plus I was in bed by 10!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I kept thinking this morning of how truly blessed I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the Bible, 1 Th. 5:16-18 Paul says, "Rejoice always; pray without                        ceasing; in everything give thanks; for this is God's will                        for you in Christ Jesus ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I thought I would take time this morning to count my blessings and thank the Lord for giving me                        a great life, and blessing me so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First off, Im so grateful for the God I serve&lt;/span&gt;, who isnt distant, who has delivered me from myself and the clutches of satan. He has given me a new hope and a bright future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m healthy! To which I am so thankful. &lt;/span&gt;I have no diseases or sicknesses. Sure I have an imprefect body- but I am thankful that my body can do the things it can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im blessed to have such an incredible family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My dad and mom and my father and mother in law love me dearly and are always supportive, caring, helping, and thoughtful towards me, my husband and children.&lt;br /&gt;~Not to mention the siblings I have- who have also given me great sister in laws! My husband also has given me more sisters and brothers too- all whom I adore! And with that I have so many special neices and nephews. I love being an Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;~I also have awesome grandparents from both mine and my husbands family- who have taught me so much about life. I have awesome Aunts and Uncles, cousins- all who have impacted my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im so incredibly appreciative and indebted for my dear husband- Christopher Joel.&lt;/span&gt; I know he loves me and our children so much, and is such an amazing provider! (not just financially). I couldnt have gotten a better father for my children. Thank you God for given me a patient, loving, hard working husband and partner in life. Im not sure what I would do with out him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im so honored to have four beautiful children.&lt;/span&gt; Two girls who are so bright and beautiful, helpful, caring-giving, and are such precious jewels that I hold close to my heart!  Two boys who are so full of life and have given me a new perspective on life, they both complete our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im truly fortunate for my life experiences.&lt;/span&gt; I would not be who I am without each and everthing that has happened in my life. All the good and the bad (sufferings, adventures, trials, special moments, training). With God help, I have used all these experiences to change and mold me.  I am wiser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you God for our jobs! &lt;/span&gt;Im so thankful that Joel has a wonderful job at our church, which provides above and beyond. Im able to work at home as a full time mom, and still able to write curriculum- and my passion!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im so grateful to have so many friends.&lt;/span&gt; God has put people in my path that I will treasure forever. I have friendships that has withheld many years, friendships that are newer, friends from long ago, friends that are close, dear friends that are faithful and thoughtful. A few metionables- and clearly I couldnt mention them all. Megan, a friend Ive known since elementary school. We have been friends through all of our stages and phases. I really lover her like a sister. (Lylas!)  Stephanie- a dear friend who almost knows more about me than my hubby! Im not sure what I'd do without her! A newest friendship I have enjoyed is Becky! Im so glad our paths have crossed and I hope we stay connected forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im sincerely thankful for all the things the Lord has given us. &lt;/span&gt;Our home sweet home,  my cool van, all our furniture, my ladybug kitchen and red kitchen appliances! A nice washing machine and dryer! A Wii, nice clothes and cute shoes, a new tent, a great backyard and enjoyable items in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And lastly but not leastly, Im blessed that God gives us&lt;/span&gt; a Bible which brings life, a church with so much life in it, and for other things like sex, sunrises and sunsets, ladybugs, music, a sweet mini weenie dog that loves water (Daisy), cameras, flowers, air conditioning, coffee and creamer, playdoh, Bath &amp;amp; Body Works, push up bras, sweet tea, computers, mexican food, organizers/planners, and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a great gift- my life and all thats it in. Im so RICH I could not ask for more. Happy Birthday to me, thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-9169743882687680772?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/9169743882687680772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=9169743882687680772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/9169743882687680772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/9169743882687680772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/06/counting-my-blessings.html' title='Counting my blessings!!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-8240273213104779483</id><published>2008-06-03T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:49:53.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>...Well, its been a while since I have posted anything. Its just been too busy around here! Now its summer. And my oh my, Im not sure if things are going to slow down much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around this time last year I thought to myself "What in the world will I be doing with four kids home all day?" I think its important to have a relaxing fun-filled summer- but I want it to be purposeful as well. (Ephesians 5:15-16 &lt;span id="en-NIV-29304" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, &lt;span id="en-NIV-29305" class="sup"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I concluded on a few pointers- they worked so well- I am doing it again this summer. Let me share, and maybe you might glean from, or even tip in and share some of your grand summer ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started to plan for the upcoming summer I FIRST, and foremost, PRAYED. I wrote out what are some of the needs of my children (physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, academically) Then I set a few goals and wrote out a few mission statements for each child. Kayla and Emily are old enough to partake in this too. (They wrote out some of the things they want to do this summer, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ORDERED OUR SUMMER, by writing out on the calendar some vacation plans, and weekly schedules according to our goals and needs. So this summer, everyday in the weekday has a theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday-&lt;/span&gt;swim day at the pool, house cleanup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday-&lt;/span&gt;Adventure Day (zoo, museum, water parks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday-&lt;/span&gt;Schooling (Reiterating things learned last year at school- and strengthening in these subjects for the next year in a FUN ocean/beach theme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;Kids Kingdom-summer--mothers day out, Friend Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday- &lt;/span&gt;Cook and/or Art Day- where we make something by art or cook and give it away to someone of choice. Sort of an outreach experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have a daily schedule where we do consistent things, like quiet times, breakfast, playtime, movies-computer, outside, reading (check your local Summer Book clubs- great incentives!), lunch, naps, snack, games, etc. Schedules are a must around here but they are also flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANTS!&lt;br /&gt;~In order to be a good mommy all day- I must get some alone time in the mornings. Its my goal to get up, spend some quiet time with the Lord (so I may walk in the fruit of the spirit) and then I go for a morning exercise which really does give me more energy.&lt;br /&gt;~I make it a goal to try to get some ONE ON ONE time with each kid- even if its at least for 30 minutes at two different times. Thats when I work on loving, encouraging, building up each child considering each of their love languages.&lt;br /&gt;~Family getaways are always a good time to.. getaway and focus on eachother and fun. I encourage you to plan at least one- to camp, or stay at a family members out of town to visit their local zoo, or even take a day trip somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure there is more I could mention, but these things here for sure are the most important. May you all have the best summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to contact me if you have any questions, or leave any of your very own summer ideas that work for you and your family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-8240273213104779483?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/8240273213104779483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=8240273213104779483' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/8240273213104779483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/8240273213104779483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-4826788267289537048</id><published>2008-04-27T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T13:40:29.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A forward from my weekly email devotional from Max Lucado. com</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Thump-Thud, Thump-Thud&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;em&gt;by Max Lucado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a potter bakes a pot, he checks its solidity by pulling it out of the oven and thumping it. If it “sings,” it’s ready. If it “thuds,” it’s placed back in the oven.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The character of a person is also checked by thumping. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Been thumped lately?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Late-night phone calls. Grouchy teacher. Grumpy moms. Burnt meals. Flat tires. You’ve-got-to-be-kidding deadlines. Those are thumps. Thumps are those irritating inconveniences that trigger the worst in us. They catch us off guard. Flat-footed. They aren’t big enough to be crises, but if you get enough of them, watch out! Traffic jams. Long lines. Empty mailboxes. Dirty clothes on the floor. Even as I write this, I’m being thumped. Because of interruptions, it has taken me almost two hours to write these two paragraphs. Thump. Thump. Thump.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How do I respond?  Do I sing, or do I thud?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jesus said that out of the nature of the heart a man speaks (Luke 6:45). There’s nothing like a good thump to reveal the nature of a heart. The true character of a person is seen not in momentary heroics but in the thump-packed humdrum of day-to-day living. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you have a tendency to thud more than you sing, take heart. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is hope for us “thudders”:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Begin by thanking God for thumps. I don’t mean a half-hearted thank-you. I mean a rejoicing, jumping-for-joy thank-you from the bottom of your heart (James 1:2). Chances are that God is doing the thumping. And he’s doing it for your own good. So every thump is a reminder that God is molding you (Hebrews 12:5-8).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Learn from each thump. Face up to the fact that you are not “thump-proof.” You are going to be tested from now on. You might as well learn from the thumps—you can’t avoid them. Look upon each inconvenience as an opportunity to develop patience and persistence. Each thump will help you or hurt you, depending on how you use it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Be aware of “thump-slump” times. Know your pressure periods. For me, Mondays are infamous for causing thump-slumps. Fridays can be just as bad. For all of us, there are times during the week when we can anticipate an unusual amount of thumping. The best way to handle thump-slump times? Head on. Bolster yourself with extra prayer, and don’t give up.&lt;/p&gt; Remember no thump is disastrous.  All thumps work for good if we are loving and obeying God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-4826788267289537048?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/4826788267289537048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=4826788267289537048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4826788267289537048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4826788267289537048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/04/forward-from-my-weekly-email-devotional.html' title='A forward from my weekly email devotional from Max Lucado. com'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-7569840828464383215</id><published>2008-04-18T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:50:26.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPECTATIONS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Expectations are just disappointments in progress"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Has anyone else ever heard of this qoute? Im not sure if I entirely agree with it, but in this certain angle of this post-Im in agreement. I constantly end up disappointed from the high expectations I have on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My downfall is these expectations are either too high or unrealistic, or are just  uncommunicated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I put these high expectations on people, whether its job performance with coworkers, or peers to obtain the same moral standards, or family to always come through, or friends to always be supportive, or my children to always be well-behaved.. I could go on and on. These high or unrealistict expectations will lead me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt; to consider a new point of view. For instance, I was recently disappointed over a certain situation with a friend. Her actions disappointed me terribly-more so because I expected something of her. Then my husband helped me realized there might be another perspective to look at. My view of her actions might not be the motive of hers. Does that make sense? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My perspective doesnt always line up with reality. &lt;/span&gt; Its not my friends fault Im hurt or holding a grudge, it was my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt; expectations that got me hurt Im suffering from those high unrealistic expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sadly, my birthday or special holidays like Mother's day always tend to end up in disappointment--because the day never pans out the way I expected it to. Ive &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;learned &lt;/span&gt;to communicate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;with my husband that I expect him to aknowledge ME specifically on Mother's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Clearly communicating and sometimes negotiating with the person I have the expectations with seems to help. That way we can all be on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, its also been EXTREMELY freeing to be able to hold things "loosely". To be flexible and thankful with whatever happens-happens. Its a mindset Im learning to obtain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebratelove.com/guyfinley3.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the quote&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No expectations, fewer disappointments!" &lt;/span&gt;is something I try to repeat to myself often when it comes to these particular type of scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you deal with expectations and disappointments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-7569840828464383215?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/7569840828464383215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=7569840828464383215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/7569840828464383215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/7569840828464383215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/04/expectations.html' title='EXPECTATIONS!!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-6275983427342209502</id><published>2008-04-14T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:48:12.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refining Silver</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Malachi 3:3 says: 'He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse puzzled some people in a Bible study and they wondered what&lt;br /&gt;this statement meant about the character and nature of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the people offered to find out the process of refining silver and&lt;br /&gt;get back to the group at their next Bible Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to&lt;br /&gt;watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her&lt;br /&gt;interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire&lt;br /&gt;and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to&lt;br /&gt;hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest&lt;br /&gt;so as to burn away all the impurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she&lt;br /&gt;thought again about the verse that says:  'He sits as a refiner and&lt;br /&gt;purifier of silver.' She asked the silversmith if it was true that He&lt;br /&gt;had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was&lt;br /&gt;being refined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man answered that  He not only had to sit there holding the silver,&lt;br /&gt;but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the&lt;br /&gt;fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would&lt;br /&gt;be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, 'How&lt;br /&gt;do you know when the silver is fully refined?'&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at her and answered,&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, that's easy,' 'When I see my image in it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has his eye&lt;br /&gt;on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you're going through, you will be a better person in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Life is a coin. You can spend it any way you wish, but you can only&lt;br /&gt;spend it once.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I recieved this is an email the other day, and thought I'd share. What a great parallel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-6275983427342209502?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/6275983427342209502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=6275983427342209502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6275983427342209502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6275983427342209502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/04/refining-silver.html' title='Refining Silver'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-4708030617334151168</id><published>2008-03-18T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T06:29:11.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Sharpened.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Last Sunday, we were at life group &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(a weekly time a group of people meet consistently to fellowship and learn more about the Bible, and pray for each other)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; and the adults were all together in one room, and the children were all together with our wonderful children leaders Kayla and Lee in different rooms. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Each week all the children list out any prayer requests. My daughter Emily's prayer request was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;That my Daddy and Mommy would not argue all the time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Now, when I first heard about this special prayer request from the children's leader I sort of laughed it off, thinking kids say the darnest things. Then on the way home it started to seep in my pores and I began to think&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"WHAT? We don't fight all the time! What in the WORLD is Emily talking about?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I decided to go to Emily and get more information. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I kindly thanked her for thinking of daddy and mommy, then asked her about the prayer request. I just wanted to get her perspective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Well, you and daddy argue alot." those words cut through my heart as I asked her to give me a certain time she might have remembered us "arguing". Of course she couldn't think of a specific time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;SO later after the kids had gone to bed, Joel and I discussed this more. I had to put down all pride, hurts, and anger and really wanted to allow Emily to "sharpen" me. The Word, which is my source of Truth, says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"As iron &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;sharpen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;s iron,  so one man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;sharpen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;s another".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Proverbs 27:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Honestly, Joel and I do not fight alot, but we did have to sit and re-evaluate to see what was Emily talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We concluded that even the slightest of arguments or any heated debates we have had in the past might appear to be an argument or fighting to our children.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm glad they are sensitive to think of it that way- and I'm so thankful that we don't  have full blown fights in front of our children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(I'm not saying we're perfect, Im sure there has been times were we went a little too far in a heated argument.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;On the other hand, it might be good to have more "constructive" opportunities to show our children that debates and discussions aren't necessarily bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; People will not always agree, and its good to have these times to talk it out. This has also alarmed us to watch ourselves if things start to get heated between us- we should wait it out when the kiddos aren't around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So I share this, in hopes that others might use opportunities like these to allow themselves to be sharpened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Its hard to accept it from a child, but who better, when its coming from such a pure place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Joel and I learned alot from that simple prayer request, and I think the Lord answered it immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-4708030617334151168?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/4708030617334151168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=4708030617334151168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4708030617334151168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4708030617334151168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-sharpened.html' title='Being Sharpened.'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-5021350944835100750</id><published>2008-03-17T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:52:32.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Monday: Your Music Geneology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thesecretlifeofkat.com/site/C49/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.thesecretlifeofkat.com/badges/music-monday-badge-TSLOK-150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OKAY! I have a HUGE embarrassing confession to make. Only because Im trying to help my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.thesecretlifeofkat.com/pages/index"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not look so bad. Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.thesecretlifeofkat.com/site/comments/kats-music-geneology/"&gt;her Music Monday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of my first albums I bought on my own were that of New Kids On The Block. But Im not even gonna go there. Im gonna really embarass myself- I had a huge infatuation with the one hit wonder KRIS KROSS. Oh my goodness- is this going to "date" me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I must say, I am VERY thankful no one has ANY evidence I use to wear my clothes backwards at times, and would wear the KRIS KROSS paraphernalia. Although, other than my immediate family, a friend who knows me longer than any other, can testify I was such a dork! And Oh my goodness, she might even have evidence! But also, let it be known, this no way represents who I am today, nor does it reflect my character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYHOO....here is one of their videos "Jump". Hope I this post helps somewhat save your image Kat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HsZ_qvmBdcY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HsZ_qvmBdcY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-5021350944835100750?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5021350944835100750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=5021350944835100750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5021350944835100750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5021350944835100750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/03/music-monday-your-music-geneology.html' title='Music Monday: Your Music Geneology'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-7298419785047699312</id><published>2008-03-13T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:13:49.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain is weakness leaving the body!</title><content type='html'>Have you heard that before? "Pain is weakness leaving the body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing alot of physical activity (working out at Curves, playing soccer, remodeling-painting) and I am so sore! SO I keep telling myself this over and over again to sort of help myself deal with the painful thighs, sore shoulders, and aching muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can continue to stay physical and it will all&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; flee &lt;/span&gt;me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-7298419785047699312?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/7298419785047699312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=7298419785047699312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/7298419785047699312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/7298419785047699312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/03/pain-is-weakness-leaving-body.html' title='Pain is weakness leaving the body!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-5538680690237015832</id><published>2008-02-29T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T04:40:00.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annoyance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; is an unpleasant mental state that is characterized by such effects as irritation and distraction from one's conscious thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I get annoyed way too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some major annoyances for me are outside noises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (dogs barking, music thumping), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;bad drivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (you know-the drivers who don't make a right turn until the traffic light turns green), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;selfish people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (the kind that think only about themselves and it shows!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Some minor annoyances would be my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (dont get me wrong-I love my family!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;,  inconveniences &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(detours, spills, forgetfulness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;, a dirty house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(which is often!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot seem to have a day pass without dealing with some type of annoyances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What about you? What annoys you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do I deal with annoyances?&lt;br /&gt;~I aknowledge it annoys me! I cant pretend it doesnt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I take a mental note, and then tuck it aside so the annoyance doesnt take control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I try to diffuse the annoyance by saying something funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(That dog must be trying to communicate with entire the neighborhood!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~I adopted this from my husband, while being annoyed, he says "THANK YOU JESUS." &lt;/span&gt;Thanking God in the midst can really help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~At times, I just have to flat out ignore it. Somethings just dont deserve my time or reaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What about you? How do you deal with annoyances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-5538680690237015832?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5538680690237015832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=5538680690237015832' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5538680690237015832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5538680690237015832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/02/annoyances.html' title='Annoyances'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-8412243179404169260</id><published>2008-02-24T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:30:54.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Monday: Great Love Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Its Music Monday at &lt;a href="http://www.thesecretlifeofkat.com/"&gt;Kat's place&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Alrighty, I'm in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://www.thesecretlifeofkat.com/site/comments/music-monday-and-parents-university-topics-for-the-week-of-22408/"&gt;this week&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Any song by Sarah Mclachlan in the late 90's would be considered a love song between Joel and I. We loved her music, and litsened to it often, especially when we wanted to think of eachother while we were apart. We still litsen to her today. She has a beautiful voice, and her music takes us back to our ealrier days together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Elsewhere" from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;album: "Fumbling Towards Ecstasy"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (1993)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;There is no great video for this song. But at least there is something on YouTube. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iz-xVsO2CWc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iz-xVsO2CWc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"I Love You" from the album: "Surfacing" (1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_jCNchJSyI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_jCNchJSyI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Angel" also from the album: "Surfacing" (1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CbAjj80NIM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CbAjj80NIM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-8412243179404169260?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/8412243179404169260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=8412243179404169260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/8412243179404169260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/8412243179404169260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/02/music-monday-great-love-songs.html' title='Music Monday: Great Love Songs'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-1792984891273938766</id><published>2008-02-21T21:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:04:09.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have recently dealt with some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; disappointments. Things just didnt turn out the way I/we had hoped for. One was personal, and the other was a disappointment for my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of coping, I thought I'd share how Im trying to not let disappointment get me down. Maybe this will help someone else out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Giving myself some time has helped. A little time passed sure can help gain perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Its also important to express my "side effect" feelings. Such as sadness, anger, self-doubt, despair, and hopelessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. My hubby is the best man in the world to share these feelings with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;~While we sometimes get stuck focusing on the here and now, our                  present situation isn't the end of the story. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I know that blessings are being disguised in these problems that have sprung on the disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Im looking for way to lever the bad into a good. You know, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade? I have to be careful though, because sometimes this can be a fault- where the "fix-it" in me can get carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Staying positive has been helpful. Having a negative attitude wont help anyone. In the thick of things, I wanted to be outright UGLY! But, I kept going back to the qoute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kindness is the oil that takes the friction out of life." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Lastly, and most importantly I find comfort in the Word of God. Which is my source of Truth. I was reminded that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"God causes everything to work together for                  the good of those who love God" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then I came across 2 Corinthians 4:16-18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Therefore we do not lose                  heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are                  being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles                  are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them                  all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.                  For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal"                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;God's plans are nearly always bigger                  than we think. The sting of our relatively short-term disappointments                  in no way compares to the ultimate hope we have in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-1792984891273938766?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/1792984891273938766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=1792984891273938766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1792984891273938766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1792984891273938766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/02/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment................'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-1182954121370365316</id><published>2008-02-19T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:44.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cross Walk"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;I have recieved this is numerous emails, and have seen this posted on some blogs. I like this illustration so much, I decided to post it her for all of you! At times we might complain about the cross we bear, but dont realize its preparing us for the dip in the road that God can see ahead- but we cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#004040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13pt; color: rgb(0, 64, 64);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r7TThJ7RI/AAAAAAAABeg/SrqqazOqcl0/s1600-h/crosswalk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r7TThJ7RI/AAAAAAAABeg/SrqqazOqcl0/s400/crosswalk1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168719831436487954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r7WDhJ7SI/AAAAAAAABeo/TJ2c5VFBNac/s1600-h/crosswalk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r7WDhJ7SI/AAAAAAAABeo/TJ2c5VFBNac/s400/crosswalk2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168719878681128226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r7WjhJ7TI/AAAAAAAABew/mJ9SXwR5bP0/s1600-h/crosswalk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r7WjhJ7TI/AAAAAAAABew/mJ9SXwR5bP0/s400/crosswalk3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168719887271062834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r7XDhJ7UI/AAAAAAAABe4/pVh95rjP2mw/s1600-h/crosswalk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r7XDhJ7UI/AAAAAAAABe4/pVh95rjP2mw/s400/crosswalk4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168719895860997442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r68zhJ7LI/AAAAAAAABdw/xPGgZLPqafc/s1600-h/crosswalk5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r68zhJ7LI/AAAAAAAABdw/xPGgZLPqafc/s400/crosswalk5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168719444889431218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r69DhJ7MI/AAAAAAAABd4/JmuJd5D76BU/s1600-h/crosswalk6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r69DhJ7MI/AAAAAAAABd4/JmuJd5D76BU/s400/crosswalk6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168719449184398530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r69ThJ7NI/AAAAAAAABeA/-bTkHYenYYs/s1600-h/crosswalk7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r69ThJ7NI/AAAAAAAABeA/-bTkHYenYYs/s400/crosswalk7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168719453479365842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r6-DhJ7OI/AAAAAAAABeI/zztmggJj1jo/s1600-h/crosswalk8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r6-DhJ7OI/AAAAAAAABeI/zztmggJj1jo/s400/crosswalk8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168719466364267746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r6-DhJ7PI/AAAAAAAABeQ/1EOwZXFbAt4/s1600-h/crosswalk9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r6-DhJ7PI/AAAAAAAABeQ/1EOwZXFbAt4/s400/crosswalk9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168719466364267762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r6bjhJ7BI/AAAAAAAABcg/sGETpwlak8U/s1600-h/crosswalk10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r6bjhJ7BI/AAAAAAAABcg/sGETpwlak8U/s400/crosswalk10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168718873658780690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r6cjhJ7CI/AAAAAAAABco/n6UkhGRS6Zw/s1600-h/crosswalk11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r6cjhJ7CI/AAAAAAAABco/n6UkhGRS6Zw/s400/crosswalk11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168718890838649890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r6cjhJ7DI/AAAAAAAABcw/pYBAMnlxA-E/s1600-h/crosswalk12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r6cjhJ7DI/AAAAAAAABcw/pYBAMnlxA-E/s400/crosswalk12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168718890838649906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r6czhJ7EI/AAAAAAAABc4/Ls5MqyXchj0/s1600-h/crosswalk13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r6czhJ7EI/AAAAAAAABc4/Ls5MqyXchj0/s400/crosswalk13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168718895133617218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r6dDhJ7FI/AAAAAAAABdA/SaxAW6jLJ_Y/s1600-h/crosswalk14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r6dDhJ7FI/AAAAAAAABdA/SaxAW6jLJ_Y/s400/crosswalk14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168718899428584530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-1182954121370365316?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/1182954121370365316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=1182954121370365316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1182954121370365316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1182954121370365316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/02/cross-walk.html' title='&quot;Cross Walk&quot;'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R7r7TThJ7RI/AAAAAAAABeg/SrqqazOqcl0/s72-c/crosswalk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-4781209138157738563</id><published>2008-02-16T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:53:39.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Weird Things About Me</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I got tagged by my good pal &lt;a href="http://gwsas4.blogspot.com/"&gt;gwsas&lt;/a&gt;, and here I am posting seven weird things about me. I couldn't think of alot of weird things, so I had to ask my family. Funny thing, they couldnt or didnt want to mention many weird things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is what we came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When Im trying to figure out which direction Im heading, I cant say it in this order "North, East, South, West" I have to say it in this order- "Never Eat Sour Worms" Something I learned in grade school. I actually read that another person has this same issue!&lt;br /&gt;2. My hubby thinks Im weird because I think out loud.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kayla thinks Im weird because I have tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;4. I think Im weird because I enjoy  plucking hair...off of me and people around me, not Joel's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;5. Also, I always have to wash my dishes after I wash my dishes. I hand wash each dish, then I place it in the dishwasher to be washed. I like having extra clean dishes, or I must have trust issues with the dishwasher!&lt;br /&gt;6. Once a week I like to stop by a blog called &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt;. Its a place where people send in their secrets. I find it extremely fascinating. Caution- enter the site at your own risk, at times the content can be a bit risky.&lt;br /&gt;7. Lastly, I talk to the other drivers while Im driving (whether its in my thoughts, or I say it out loud). Sometimes, I dont say nice things, and to be honest Im working on that, especially when in the car the other day Kayla said "oh come on car, would you move over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it!&lt;br /&gt;I now tag my oldest, bestest friend who is now a new blogger &lt;a href="http://nutmegardner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also tag my sister in law &lt;a href="http://the6johnsons.com/"&gt;Becca&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-4781209138157738563?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/4781209138157738563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=4781209138157738563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4781209138157738563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4781209138157738563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/02/7-weird-things-about-me.html' title='7 Weird Things About Me'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-1907202853471273677</id><published>2008-02-16T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T09:47:57.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favoritism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="me"&gt;fa·vor·it·ism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈfeɪ&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;vər&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;ɪˌtɪz&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;əm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈfeɪv&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;rɪ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="pron"&gt;fey-ver-i-tiz-&lt;i&gt;uh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;m, feyv-ri-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation"&gt; Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the favoring of one person or group over others with equal claims; partiality: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to show favoritism toward the youngest child. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the state of being a favorite.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever experienced this thing called favoritism? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either yourself being partial or bias to something or someone?&lt;br /&gt;Or have you been a victim to such discrimination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than likely you have answered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes &lt;/span&gt;to both these questions, because we are a fallen people who live in a fallen world where selfish intentions can motivate us, or sin can blind us to such partisanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently experienced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;favoritism&lt;/span&gt;, and it does not feel good. So out of my emotions, hurts, and anger, I chose to look up what the Word says about favoritism. And I found these verses in the book of James, chapter two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-30279" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My brothers, as believers in our glorious Lord Jesus Christ, don't show favoritism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-30286" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;If you really keep the royal law found in Scripture, "Love your neighbor as yourself," you are doing right. &lt;span id="en-NIV-30287" class="sup"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;But if you show favoritism, you sin and are convicted by the law as lawbreakers. &lt;span id="en-NIV-30288" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;For whoever keeps the whole law and yet stumbles at just one point is guilty of breaking all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 12Speak and act as those who are going to be judged by the law that gives freedom, &lt;span id="en-NIV-30291" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;because judgment without mercy will be shown to anyone who has not been merciful. Mercy triumphs over judgment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;WOW! For some reason reading this passage has given me so much freedom and peace. On &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/"&gt;Bible Gateway&lt;/a&gt; (one of my favorite online Bibles) you can search favoritism, and find there is so much written about it. Click here to &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/quicksearch/?quicksearch=favoritism&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0"&gt;see&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does God show favoritism? I dont think so! The Word, which is my source of truth, says in plain words &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-27959" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For God does not show favoritism." &lt;/span&gt;Romans 2:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as the commandament goes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love your neighbor" &lt;/span&gt;I must choose to show mercy and forgivness to those who trespass against me, and hold no judegement OR discrimination for their acts of favoritism, for I would want the same for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I know there is only one Lawgiver and Judge- God. We will all stand before &lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt;'s judgment seat. He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and will expose the motives of men's heart. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Which convicts me to keep a clean pure heart!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What more can I do? Except share this enlightenment with all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-1907202853471273677?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/1907202853471273677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=1907202853471273677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1907202853471273677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1907202853471273677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/02/favoritism.html' title='Favoritism'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-9124554772387839155</id><published>2008-02-11T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:33:36.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Monday: Musical Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>I havent jumped in on &lt;a href="http://www.thesecretlifeofkat.com/site/comments/music_monday_week_1/"&gt;Music Mondays&lt;/a&gt; yet, so &lt;a href="http://www.thesecretlifeofkat.com/site/comments/music_monday_guilty_pleasures/"&gt;today&lt;/a&gt; I thought I would......would come clean. I have ridden myself from alot of secular music just because Im in a season where I need to feed my soul. And some of the music I like is sort of like "junk food".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im more of a hard rock/punk rock kinda girl. I like Metallica, Tool, Beastie Boys, Ozzy Osborne, the Cure. Honestly, I grew up on this stuff. (Seriously, my mom recently went to a Tool concert-she is still a hard rocker!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I choose to play a song called "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica, and a song called  "&lt;span&gt;SABOTAGE" by the Beastie Boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgiGrXpOhYg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgiGrXpOhYg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H4PN7Xbexq4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H4PN7Xbexq4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-9124554772387839155?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/9124554772387839155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=9124554772387839155' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/9124554772387839155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/9124554772387839155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/02/music-monday-musical-guilty-pleasure.html' title='Music Monday: Musical Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-2709395344397009188</id><published>2008-02-10T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:44.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nightmare.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I woke myself up a little after midnight from my own agonizing crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was in the middle of a nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It had been three days and my two baby boys were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;missing! Joel and I had left them both in the car while they were sleeping, the car doors were locked. Someone stole the car, and took our two precious boys with them. There was no sign of the car or our boys. And it was day 3. The reality had sunk it that I couldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; care for my babies, were their needs being met? H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ad they eaten? Have they had diaper changes?  I couldnt hug and comfort them, The dead weight reality of lack of control as a mother for my children was so unbearable that I bursted into this overwhelming cry out of my gut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which is what woke me up.  It took me about 5 minutes to regain my emotions after my husband kept reassuring me it was just a dream.  I checked on my boys and realized everything was okay.  BUT I just couldnt go back to sleep. And I couldnt stop thinking about how real my feelings were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I began to realize that my nightmare is unfortunatly a reality for some people. In this world, even in our country, and in my state, children are being abducted. I went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Center for Missing &amp;amp; Exploited Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; website and was overwhelmed by the amounts of missing children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.missingkids.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R68LuThJ6XI/AAAAAAAABVY/u7jWwUC-H5k/s320/homeHeaderLogo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165360187758471538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Half of me wanted to click out of the site, and ignore that there is such a thing, its that self-defense mechanism we all have to ingore and push away the things that hurt. But instead I chose to push on and look at the children missing in my area. It hurt, and I can only imagine the hurt the parents and family must be feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am writing this post to encourage you to go visit the website just as I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; At least we can look, and try to keep a visual in our minds, because you never know what kind of opportunity we might have to help a missing child. OR we can even pray over the children and their families. There is also more you can do to get involved. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.missingkids.com/missingkids/servlet/PageServlet?LanguageCountry=en_US&amp;amp;PageId=245"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to find out more. Above is icon for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Center for Missing &amp;amp; Exploited Children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;website, just click on it and it'll take you to the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;BTW.. I felt this post was so important, I posted it on both my sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-2709395344397009188?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/2709395344397009188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=2709395344397009188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/2709395344397009188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/2709395344397009188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/02/nightmare.html' title='A nightmare.....'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/R68LuThJ6XI/AAAAAAAABVY/u7jWwUC-H5k/s72-c/homeHeaderLogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-1609067134721853317</id><published>2008-02-08T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T07:13:56.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great video....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.......to share the good news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thegoodnews.org/CD/unconditional_love/unconditional_love.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.thegoodnews.org/CD&lt;wbr&gt;/unconditional_love/uncondition&lt;wbr&gt;al_love.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-1609067134721853317?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/1609067134721853317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=1609067134721853317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1609067134721853317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1609067134721853317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-video.html' title='A great video....'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-5502164073370626222</id><published>2008-02-07T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:06:30.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 97:10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Let those who love the LORD hate evil, for he guards the lives of his faithful ones and delivers them from the hand of the wicked.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What does this scripture say/mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;To me, it means standing for the Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Its says" do not walk the boundary line with sin."&lt;br /&gt;I also think it says we are to love the sinners (faithful ones), but are to hate sin. (Sin is to be hated, not excused or taken lightly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=31&amp;amp;search=Psalm%2097:10" title="Psalm 97:10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-5502164073370626222?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5502164073370626222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=5502164073370626222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5502164073370626222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5502164073370626222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/02/psalm-9710.html' title='Psalm 97:10'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-50847963549920198</id><published>2008-02-03T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T15:50:27.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Recently, I've been thinking alot about conditional and unconditional love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Unconditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; is a concept that means showing love towards someone regardless of his or her actions or beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conditional love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;is a concept that means love is shown on a performance only basis. Meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; if you do this, or act that way,  or perform in some way that meets an expectation, love will be awarded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Unconditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; is 'given freely' to the loved one 'no matter what'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Conditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; is 'earned' on the basis of conscious or unconscious conditions being met by the lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I know I have experienced both conditional and unconditional love. For sure, I am more fond of receiving unconditional love. But Im not so sure I always give out unconditional love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Starting with my husband, at times he disappoints me, I should never let disappointment resemble my love for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Or with my children, when inconvenience occurs, I shouldn't respond with my angry eyes which doesnt show love at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;With my family members, whether we agree or disagree with how we deal with life, that shouldn't affect the way I love them.&lt;br /&gt;At times even with friends, they might not treat me the way I treat them, should I still unconditionally love them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seems the love that parents have for their children is as close to unconditional love as we can get without the help if God's love in our lives&lt;/span&gt;. We continue to love our children through the good and bad times, and we dont stop loving them if they dont meet our expectations. We make the choice to love our children even when we don't "feel" love for them. This is similar to God's love for us, but God's love transcends the human definition of love to a point that is hard for us to comprehend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="f"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="f"  &gt; God is Love, and His love is very different from human love. God's love is unconditional, and it's not based on feelings or emotions. He doesn't love us because we're lovable or because we make Him feel good; He loves us because He is love. He created us to have a loving relationship with Him, and He sacrificed His own Son (who also willingly died for us) to restore that relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt; God is Love! As such, true love -- God's love -- can be summed up in this passage of scripture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" id="en-NIV-30595" class="sup" &gt;"7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" id="en-NIV-30596" class="sup" &gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" id="en-NIV-30597" class="sup" &gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" id="en-NIV-30598" class="sup" &gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" id="en-NIV-30599" class="sup" &gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;(1 John 4:7-11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="f"&gt;God is ready to pour out His love on us, and He wants to teach us how to love others as He loves us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I pray that we can be an example of Gods love by showing it unconditionally to our family and friends around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-50847963549920198?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/50847963549920198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=50847963549920198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/50847963549920198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/50847963549920198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/02/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-3686013232765478397</id><published>2008-01-28T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:57:41.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Calling Of Matthew"</title><content type='html'>Matthew 9:9-13&lt;br /&gt;9 As Jesus went on from there, he saw a man named Matthew sitting at the tax collector's booth. "Follow me," he told him, and Matthew got up and followed him. 10 While Jesus was having dinner at Matthew's house, many tax collectors and "sinners" came and ate with him and his disciples.&lt;br /&gt;11 When the Pharisees saw this, they asked his disciples, "Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and 'sinners'?" 12 On hearing this, Jesus said, "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. 13 But go and learn what this means: I desire mercy, not sacrifice. For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know if you realize it or not but Matthew was an outcast. It was risky and politically incorrect for Jesus to call someone like Matthew to be one of His disciples. Tax collectors in those days were viewed as traitors and crooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, they were Jews working for the hated oppressors – the Romans – collecting taxes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, generally they were very rich because they charged far more in taxes than the law required. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, being a tax collector and customs official Matthew had daily contact with "unclean" pagans. Furthermore, we are told that Matthew actually allowed tax collectors and sinners into his home. Not only did Matthew break the laws on uncleanness but he often broke the Sabbath rules as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was Matthew a sinner? Was he unclean? Was he a crook? Did he sell out to the hated Romans? Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Jesus knew all this. Jesus was aware of all this. Jesus never said Matthew was none of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those who were so eager to condemn him were sinners themselves. We are told that when the Pharisees saw Jesus eating with Matthew, other tax collectors, and sinners, they questioned His disciples about this. This wasn't a simple question asked out of curiousity. Rather, it was said with accusation and anger and hostility. "WHY DOES YOUR TEACHER EAT WITH TAX COLLECTORS AND 'SINNERS'?" Why does Jesus lower Himself and contaminate Himself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Follow me."  These are the words Jesus says to Matthew, to the sinners and tax collectors, to the scribes and Pharisees."Follow me." These are the words Jesus says to us. And, we all are sinners – you, me, everyone you know! Jesus knows our sins – just like He knew Matthew's. He knows our lusts. He knows our coveting. He knows our disobedience. He knows all of this yet He says, "Follow me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, then, why did Jesus come? Why the incarnation? Why did the second person of the triune Godhead take on our flesh? He did this to call sick sinners – like Matthew, and the scribes and Pharisees, and you and me – to follow Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many times we put up walls – in our homes, in our churches, in our circle of friends. We put up walls that keep people like Matthew out. We pick and choose. We look down on some people, like the scribes and Pharisees looked down on Matthew and tax collectors and sinners. We look down on some people and conclude they are a lost cause, that they are not worth our effort and our time. We separate ourselves from the very people our Lord Jesus came to save. If Jesus acted the same way that we sometimes do He would never have called Matthew. So, we need to hear the words of Jesus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick ... I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, as Jesus points out, it is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. It isn't the healthy who make a visit to the emergency room, but the sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, Jesus is the doctor. He is the One Who gives healing. He is the One Who heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. He is the One Who heals the sick, raises the dead, and cleanses those who have leprosy. He is the One Who cures the sickness in our souls. Jesus has come to call sinners. He is the One Who would heal all that is wrong in our lives and make us God's child again. He is the One Who meets us in our misery and calls us to come to Him and be healed and made whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Follow me," said Jesus to a sick sinner named Matthew.  Notice how Matthew responded?  "Matthew got up and followed him."  Following Jesus is not an easy thing. Quite often it requires sacrifice. Many times those who follow Jesus have to give up something or maybe even everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was not easy for Matthew to do. This meant sacrifice. This meant commitment. This meant a new and different direction to his life. Do you think Matthew was still able to be a tax collector after he answered Jesus' call? Do you think he could still hang out with all his old friends and do the same things with them he did before? Do you think life went on for Matthew pretty much the same as it was before? I think Matthew knew life was forever different from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know what this tells me? This tells me no one is beyond the reach of God's grace. Matthew wasn't. Nor were the tax collectors and sinners he invited into his home. Nor were the scribes and Pharisees who were so quick to condemn him and write him off. Nor are you and me and any of our loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"THANK YOU Jesus for coming for us sick sinners. For calling us to follow You. You came to heal us and restore us and make us whole. I pray each of us would have the boldness to just get up and follow you just like Matthew did. And that we would be willing to give up everything for You!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-3686013232765478397?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/3686013232765478397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=3686013232765478397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3686013232765478397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3686013232765478397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2008/01/calling-of-matthew.html' title='&quot;The Calling Of Matthew&quot;'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-5023617686624400726</id><published>2007-11-25T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:13:31.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGER!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have had lots of people contact me about my post on anger, so I felt like I needed to keep this topic going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We (humans) all deal with different magnitudes of anger, especially as a mommy, we have alot of unpredictable, uncontrollable scenarios that push our buttons. Its WHAT we do WITH our anger that becomes the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I would say I am a recovering rageaholic. The word &lt;i&gt;rageaholic&lt;/i&gt; is patterned after "alcoholic" and "workaholic" or similar names, and the condition is called "rageaholism" (as in "alcoholism").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The rageaholic is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;addicted to the expression of anger just like the alcoholic is addicted   to alcohol. As with the alcoholic, all attempts of willpower to control the addiction have failed repeatedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ive learned that my lack of willpower (yelling, cursing, throwing things, stomping around, etc.) only fuels my rage, just like an alcoholic taking a tiny drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The tools I mentioned before on this blog really DO help me. PLUS, &lt;u&gt;I have lots of accountability&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My sweet hubby keeps me accountable, by saying the word "MUSKRAT" when I start to lose willpower. Its a funny word we heard before and him saying it always gives me perspective. I also have a close girlfriend, who knows my anger struggles, and she checks in on me and keeps me accountable with not abusing my hubby with my rageaholism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My poor family suffers the most from my past rageaholism. I honestly would say I'm no longer a rageaholic. But it has taken lots of prayer, work, accountability, and it can be easy to have another episode if I'm not careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mom was a rageaholic, and her dad was too, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;its one of those generational curses I have vowed that will STOP with me!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; There are several places in the Bible that warns against anger. James 1:20 says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I desperately want to live a righteous life that will be passed on like golden treasures to my children and to their children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6534290428150154920-5023617686624400726?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/5023617686624400726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=5023617686624400726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5023617686624400726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/5023617686624400726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/11/anger.html' title='ANGER!!!!!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-3787945871387447572</id><published>2007-10-11T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:44.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im reading....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;...a new book by Max Lucado. Its called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Facing Your Giants&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/Rw7DW-EkYrI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YykulqT-Q40/s1600-h/fyg.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/Rw7DW-EkYrI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YykulqT-Q40/s400/fyg.big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120244625753531058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the intro to the book. I encourage anyone looking for a book to read this one. Im in a local book club (can you believe that?)that will discuss this book in November, Id love to have you join our group--just contact me for more info!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; Goliath. You recognize                                 his walk, the thunder of his voice. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                             He taunts you with bills you can’t                                   pay, people you can’t please, habits                                   you can’t break, failures you can’t                                   forget, and a future you can’t face.                                   But just like David, you can face your giant,                                   even if you aren’t the strongest, the                                   smartest, the best equipped, or the holiest.&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;                             David. You could read his story and wonder                                   what God saw in him. His life has little to                                   offer the unstained, straight-A saint. He fell                                   as often as he stood, stumbled as often as                                   he conquered. But for those who know the sound                                   of a Goliath, David gives this reminder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Focus on giants—you stumble.&lt;br /&gt;                               Focus on God—your giants tumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               If you're ready to face your giants, let his                                   story inspire you. The same God who helped                                   him will help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-3787945871387447572?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/3787945871387447572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=3787945871387447572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3787945871387447572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3787945871387447572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='Im reading....'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/Rw7DW-EkYrI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YykulqT-Q40/s72-c/fyg.big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-3680042657593999088</id><published>2007-10-05T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:18:45.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Controlling anger before it controls you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Im just gonna be honest here.....&lt;br /&gt;just like I usually am on this site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I struggle with anger....it controls me often....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;often enough that I sought out help...&lt;br /&gt;and here is where I have concluded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text"&gt; is an emotional state that varies in intensity from mild irritation to intense fury and rage. Like other emotions, it is accompanied by physiological and biological changes; when you get angry, your heart rate and blood pressure go up, as do the levels of your energy hormones, adrenaline, and noradrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text"&gt;People use a variety of both conscious and unconscious processes to deal with their angry feelings. The three main approaches are expressing, suppressing, and calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressing your angry feelings in an assertive not aggressive manner is the healthiest way to express anger as well as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="text"&gt; calming down. Calming down inside  means not just controlling your outward behavior, but also controlling your internal responses, taking steps to lower your heart rate, calm yourself down, and let the feelings subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really not an angry person. But I realized Im the type of person who has a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;low tolerance for frustration, meaning I feel like I should not have to be subjected to frustration, inconvenience, or annoyance. I can't take things in stride, and I get infuriated if the situation seems somehow unneccessary. When these situations arise, Im a rage-aholic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have tools to help with these times where I want to fly off the handle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I try to calm myself- take a deep breath. Praying everytime always helps, and its relaxing. This also helps my heart rate and blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;-I am trying to change the way I think when in the heat of the moment. Getting angry is not going to fix anything, and it won't make me feel better. Logic defeats anger, because anger, even when it's justified, can quickly become irrational.&lt;br /&gt;-Im trying to approach every situation with my best intentions and efforts to problem solve and find a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;-Im gonna stop, litsen, think, then talk. I tend to jump to—and act on—conclusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-Humor helps me defuse rage, it helps me get a more balanced perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, if any of you out there have a problem with anger or rage, trying one or all of these tools will help. I promise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54485/312/7D485ECA908D59E92BCAF11A91E59F37.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-3680042657593999088?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/3680042657593999088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=3680042657593999088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3680042657593999088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3680042657593999088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/10/anger.html' title='Controlling anger before it controls you!!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-1484552826875718025</id><published>2007-09-26T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:44.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"To dabble in pornography is to indulge in vapors – a pleasure as fleeting as a wisp of smoke. "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RvqrWQ7vt8I/AAAAAAAAAtM/APPx6ETIuk8/s1600-h/Candle%2BSmoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RvqrWQ7vt8I/AAAAAAAAAtM/APPx6ETIuk8/s320/Candle%2BSmoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114588725823649730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a quote from a fellow blogger who has posted an excellent post on the topic of porn. You can read his post &lt;a href="http://thecollegebridge.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also noted some sad, shocking statistics about porn. I found myself in those same statistics -I was exposed to porn when I was 10 or 11, my parents had quite the collection. Then I-myself struggled with pornography for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, by Gods power I am free of porn. These are words from a favorite song- Im sure you might know it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My chains are gone- Ive been set free- my God my Savior, has randsomed me!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all need to be talking about this. We need to somehow combat this. I think of the &lt;a href="http://www.thesecretlifeofkat.com/pages/40dayfast"&gt;40 day (online-blogging) fast &lt;/a&gt;I was apart of, and NO ONE mentioned porn, no one fasted for porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PORN is not a topic people want to talk about-but what a GREAT opportunity to share the victory of the cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-1484552826875718025?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/1484552826875718025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=1484552826875718025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1484552826875718025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1484552826875718025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-dabble-in-pornography-is-to-indulge.html' title='&quot;To dabble in pornography is to indulge in vapors – a pleasure as fleeting as a wisp of smoke. &quot;'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RvqrWQ7vt8I/AAAAAAAAAtM/APPx6ETIuk8/s72-c/Candle%2BSmoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-6267650949481309882</id><published>2007-09-02T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T20:12:02.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK at what ALL God CAN do!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;This is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; Lifehouse "Everything" Skit,&lt;br /&gt;be prepared to cry, I do everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyheJ480LYA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-6267650949481309882?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/6267650949481309882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=6267650949481309882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6267650949481309882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6267650949481309882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/09/look-at-what-all-god-can-do.html' title='LOOK at what ALL God CAN do!!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-7978606493284646141</id><published>2007-08-26T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:44.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Issac"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got a new minivan today. We named it "Issac".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RtJQ1wXyrsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/G8bdwwB7G5I/s1600-h/momma%26van.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RtJQ1wXyrsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/G8bdwwB7G5I/s200/momma%26van.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103230212212174530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you familiar with the story in Genesis where Abraham was tested? You can read all about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis%2022:1-19;&amp;version=31;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Well, just like Abraham, Joel and I were tested. We had to put "Issac the Honda Odyssey" on the alter to sacrifice about 6 months ago. And by the grace of God, we are the proud owners of the van today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I could go into great detail, but I will basically cut it short here. We were approached by a "soon to be" missionary who needed to sell her van, she wanted to sell us her minivan. We had to decline, there was no way we could buy such a car. Someone else came along ready to buy the van. (Which broke my heart) well after the van being put aside on hold until it was time to sell, the people had to back out- couldnt buy the car. So it was two weeks time to leave the country, and the car still wasnt sold. SO, we were approached again. God opened alot of doors, and we were able to purchase the van. WALLA, we now own a new minivan!! GOD IS GOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you, to search, and hear, what is God asking you to put aside for Him? Who knows! He might have something BETTER planned for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-7978606493284646141?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/7978606493284646141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=7978606493284646141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/7978606493284646141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/7978606493284646141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/08/issac.html' title='&quot;Issac&quot;'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RtJQ1wXyrsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/G8bdwwB7G5I/s72-c/momma%26van.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-4960183660800036382</id><published>2007-08-19T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:44.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning! THIEF! Stolen treasure!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RskkAK_0cTI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Eq5T0tULRLc/s1600-h/rings.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RskkAK_0cTI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Eq5T0tULRLc/s320/rings.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100647638344429874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has appeared my outlook on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; treasure my marriage is&lt;/span&gt; has been stolen lately by my lack of appreciation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; for my sweet husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I have focused on what ISN'T being done, rather than on all that &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; done and done well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;The enemy of my faith is called a thief and a liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; And one of the thing I've recently allowed him to steal from me, is seeing my hubby as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; a gift from God, to help me to become more like Christ. I've failed to see Joel as a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; true blessing in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I've allowed my eyesight to become focused on the negative to such a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; degree that I don’t see the positive and acknowledge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;The Bible says in Ephesians 4, “Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; building others up according to their needs, that it may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; benefit those who listen.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; Ouch! As I think about what I've said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; to my hubby lately, it wasnt wholesome and it sure didnt benefit him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;So I admit today, that my marriage is a treasure and gift from God, and I choose to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what I can&lt;/span&gt; so it won't los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;e its luster so it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; can SHINE to the glory of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; I will no longer allow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; my marriage to be robbed of being people, who “give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; thanks in every situation” knowing that God can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; “work good” even out of that which appears to be bad on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; surface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RskiD6_0cSI/AAAAAAAAAjc/x_8X88AJKjk/s1600-h/treasure-chest.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RskiD6_0cSI/AAAAAAAAAjc/x_8X88AJKjk/s320/treasure-chest.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100645503745683746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Is there a place where you might see a theif trying to steal? Maybe not even in a marriage, but a friendship, or with a relative, or coworker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;Our\npastor\nsaid in a message recently that he confessed to his family that he came\nto\nrealize he minimizes the “logs” in his own way of looking at things,\nand goes\nright past them to point out the “specks” others have in their vision\nof\nreality. Ouch! When I thought about it, I realized that I’m guilty of\nthe same\nthing. How about you? Is your view of your spouse’s good habits less\nvisible\nbecause of what you choose to focus on as you look past your own bad\nhabits?\u003cspan\&gt;  \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;As\nCindy\nDagnan also said (which applies to this Marriage Message), “Not putting\nour marriage at the top of our earthly priority list is a mistake we\ncannot afford to make. Now that we can admit that our marriage is\na treasure and gift from God [&amp;quot;He who finds a wife finds a good\nthing.&amp;quot; Proverbs 18:22], what can we do so it won&amp;#39;t lose its luster?” \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;That’s\na\ngood question that each of us should ask God to help us to answer.\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;Please\nknow\nthat our love and prayers are with you as together we strive to\ntreasure our marriages\nand make them SHINE to the glory of God,\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;Cindy\nand\nSteve Wright\u003cbr\&gt;\n\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;P.S. If you can think of others who could benefit\nfrom these weekly messages, please forward this to them and encourage\nthem to subscribe to this FREE ministry. To subscribe, simply go to our\nweb site, \u003cfont color\u003d\"#000099\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:black;font-style:normal\"\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:black;font-style:normal\"\&gt;\u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.marriagemissions.com/\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;\u003ci\&gt;www.marriagemissions.com\u003c/i\&gt;\u003c/a\&gt;\n\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/em\&gt;\u003cfont color\u003d\"#000066\"\&gt;\u003cem\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:black;font-style:normal\"\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6534290428150154920"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-4960183660800036382?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/4960183660800036382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=4960183660800036382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4960183660800036382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4960183660800036382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/08/warning-thief-stolen-treasure.html' title='Warning! THIEF! Stolen treasure!!'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RskkAK_0cTI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Eq5T0tULRLc/s72-c/rings.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-8099331247827884468</id><published>2007-08-12T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:45.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, Possessions and Eternity by Rany Alcorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/Rr_euJsZ-HI/AAAAAAAAAh8/95NWnG9UYgg/s1600-h/MPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/Rr_euJsZ-HI/AAAAAAAAAh8/95NWnG9UYgg/s320/MPE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098038187664210034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you haven't read this book, I strongly enourage you to do so. It gives a great eternal perspective on  earning, spending, saving, and investing money. &lt;p&gt; In America, we are surrounded by material abundance. Toys and gadgets abound, roads are clean and wide, houses are beauitfuly perfect and restaurants throw out loads of leftovers each week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Money is powerful, unlocking the door to endless conveniences and many options in life.This book challenges you to expand your views of money and material wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Did you know Jesus said more about money than any other thing? Because money is an index to a man's true character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jesus said (Matthew 6:19-21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video that only touches on this type of perspective Randy talks about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jk2FObXS0wQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jk2FObXS0wQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/6534290428150154920-8099331247827884468?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/8099331247827884468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=8099331247827884468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/8099331247827884468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/8099331247827884468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/08/money-possessions-and-eternity-by-rany.html' title='Money, Possessions and Eternity by Rany Alcorn'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/Rr_euJsZ-HI/AAAAAAAAAh8/95NWnG9UYgg/s72-c/MPE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-2263991942699806014</id><published>2007-08-09T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:45.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RrxySZsZ-DI/AAAAAAAAAgU/WyaDiMsM7F0/s1600-h/golden-gate-bridge-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RrxySZsZ-DI/AAAAAAAAAgU/WyaDiMsM7F0/s320/golden-gate-bridge-picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097074538736908338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fear of bridges&lt;/span&gt;. I do. And I can manage it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, there was a major bridge that collapsed and its all in the media. Which I think brought back some legitimate fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been forced several times to drive over a bridge that goes over a lake this past week. I find myself going 10-15 over the speed limit just to get over the forever long bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind ponders what my plan would be if the bridge collapses and my car falls into the water. By the way, do you think car seats float? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thank God for stretching me. Sending me over that bridge, to work out that fear, because after all, the spirit of fear has all the power I will relent to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can anyone relate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bridges might not do that to you, but maybe spiders? Or men? Or airplanes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-2263991942699806014?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/2263991942699806014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=2263991942699806014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/2263991942699806014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/2263991942699806014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/08/confession.html' title='Confession.....'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RrxySZsZ-DI/AAAAAAAAAgU/WyaDiMsM7F0/s72-c/golden-gate-bridge-picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-8397874339257069001</id><published>2007-08-07T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:21:37.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought to ponder.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING??" from God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I read that off of a church billboard today. And I was wondering...hmmm, do I really know where I am going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I knew that I was headed home, but in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I at times think through PLAN B, I ask the Lord for provision over PLAN B, knowing that this is the ultimate plan for my life at the time.  Frusteratingly enough-- PLAN B just doesnt pan out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God gives me PLAN A&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this ever happened to you? Right now, are you thinking through PLAN B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"&lt;span id="en-NIV-16850" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Proverbs 16:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-8397874339257069001?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/8397874339257069001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=8397874339257069001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/8397874339257069001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/8397874339257069001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/08/thought-to-ponder.html' title='A thought to ponder.......'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-1765218377912712952</id><published>2007-08-05T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:45.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/Rra5mZsZ93I/AAAAAAAAAes/3oWAYwrosTg/s1600-h/United_States_one_dollar_bill,_obverse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/Rra5mZsZ93I/AAAAAAAAAes/3oWAYwrosTg/s320/United_States_one_dollar_bill,_obverse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095464097799599986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have been documenting every dollar that comes through since January. Its actually very interesting now that we are halfway through the year and seeing what we spend our money on the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; you to take record of your spendings for a month. And by the end of the month see where your every dollar went. You will be surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what what most of our dollars go to?&lt;br /&gt;Mortgage! Home sweet home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing we spend most of our dollars on: groceries&lt;br /&gt;Third: tithe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-1765218377912712952?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/1765218377912712952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=1765218377912712952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1765218377912712952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/1765218377912712952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_05.html' title='$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/Rra5mZsZ93I/AAAAAAAAAes/3oWAYwrosTg/s72-c/United_States_one_dollar_bill,_obverse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-6664292236792234263</id><published>2007-08-01T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T14:50:04.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson in Humilty by Max Lucado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jesus … made Himself of no reputation … He humbled Himself and became obedient to the point of death, even the death of the cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 2:5, 7–8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Deflating inflated egos is so important to God that he offers to help.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He helped me. I recently spent a week on a book tour. We saw long lines and crowded stores. One person after another complimented me. For three days I bathed in the river of praise. I began to believe the accolades. All these people can’t be wrong. I must be God’s gift to readers. My chest puffed so much I could hardly see where to autograph the books. Why, had I been born two thousand years earlier, we might read the gospels of Matthew, Max, Luke, and John. About the time I wondered if the Bible needed another epistle, God shot an arrow of humility in my direction.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We were running late for an evening book signing, late because the afternoon signing had seen such long lines. We expected the same at the next store. Concerned, we phoned ahead. “We are running behind. Tell all the people we’ll arrive soon.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“No need to hurry,” the store manager assured.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“What about the people?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Neither one seems to be in a hurry.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Neither one?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By the time we reached the store, thankfully, the crowd of two people had tripled to six. We had scheduled two hours for the signing; I needed ten minutes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Self-conscious about sitting alone at the table, I peppered the last person with questions. We talked about her parents, school, Social Security number, favorite birthday party. Against my pleadings, she had to go. So I sat alone at the table. Big stack of Lucado books, no one in line.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.icptrack.com/icp/relay.php?r=8184389&amp;msgid=152305&amp;amp;act=NE4L&amp;c=129798&amp;amp;admin=0&amp;amp;destination=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.maxlucado.net%2Fshopping6.00%2Fshopquery.asp%3Fcatalogid%3D25395" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;img src="http://maxlucado.net/email/img/book.cure.jpg" alt="Cure for the Common Life" align="right" height="206" hspace="4" vspace="4" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked the store manager, “Did you advertise?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“We did. More than usual.” She walked off.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next time she passed I asked, “Had other signings?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Yes, usually we have a great response,” and kept going.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I signed all the books at my table. I signed all the Lucado books on the shelves. I signed Tom Clancy and John Grisham books. Finally a customer came to the table. “You write books?” he asked, picking up the new one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I do. Want me to sign it?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“No thanks,” he answered and left.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God hit his target. Lest I forget, my daily reading the next morning had this passage: “Do not be wise in your own eyes” (Prov. 3:7).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When you’re full of yourself, God can’t fill you.&lt;/p&gt; But when you empty yourself, God has a useful vessel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-6664292236792234263?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/6664292236792234263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=6664292236792234263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6664292236792234263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6664292236792234263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/08/lesson-in-humilty-by-max-lucado.html' title='A lesson in Humilty by Max Lucado'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-6447581587127389749</id><published>2007-08-01T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:45.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RrC0SJsZ9gI/AAAAAAAAAb4/TKeognkDF7c/s1600-h/galatians5_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RrC0SJsZ9gI/AAAAAAAAAb4/TKeognkDF7c/s400/galatians5_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093769402488845826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-6447581587127389749?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/6447581587127389749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=6447581587127389749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6447581587127389749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6447581587127389749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RrC0SJsZ9gI/AAAAAAAAAb4/TKeognkDF7c/s72-c/galatians5_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-6346464261571242251</id><published>2007-07-28T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:46.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A way of life????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I compare this picture to the one Kat posted in the very beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/Rqwl9psZ9BI/AAAAAAAAAX8/lKy0Y59e3O0/s1600-h/2S4200122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/Rqwl9psZ9BI/AAAAAAAAAX8/lKy0Y59e3O0/s200/2S4200122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092487019743540242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;This picture was taken inside the qualis we (me, my husband, our children, and some team members) were in. It was temporarily parked at a stop light. This girl, maybe 8, the same age of my daughter who was also in the car, came to our window. She was begging for money. We've seen lots of beggars for its a way of life in India but this was much worse. If you notice below in the zoomed in picture, her left hand has blood all over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RqwlqpsZ9AI/AAAAAAAAAX0/GAiLqqpRma4/s1600-h/3S4200122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RqwlqpsZ9AI/AAAAAAAAAX0/GAiLqqpRma4/s400/3S4200122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092486693326025730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Again, at the stop light, this girl comes up to our window, and puts her hand right in our faces. My girls (ages 8 and 7) get a glimpse, then my husband quickly diverts their attention. With the lights que, our driver drives off, and a team member quickly takes a picture as we drive away from this precious girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Did you know its not uncommon for a child to be beaten or staged to make them objects of greater pity in order to recieve more money? This girls innocence has been robbed by such a crooked system. Whether the blood was fake or not isn't the issue, it was clearly intentional for this girl to appear hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I just felt compelled to share this picture with all of you. I just feel we must make this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;. People must know these things really are reality in far away nations. In agony, I think of this girl constantly-and I pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;Will you join me today and pray for this girl too? And pray for justice for the hurting children in this nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-6346464261571242251?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/6346464261571242251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=6346464261571242251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6346464261571242251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/6346464261571242251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/07/way-of-life.html' title='A way of life????'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/Rqwl9psZ9BI/AAAAAAAAAX8/lKy0Y59e3O0/s72-c/2S4200122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-3657380240225622251</id><published>2007-07-28T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:46.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RquXJJsZ85I/AAAAAAAAAW8/A-mB2rWLooo/s1600-h/1chronicles16_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RquXJJsZ85I/AAAAAAAAAW8/A-mB2rWLooo/s400/1chronicles16_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092329987149263762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-3657380240225622251?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/3657380240225622251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=3657380240225622251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3657380240225622251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3657380240225622251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RquXJJsZ85I/AAAAAAAAAW8/A-mB2rWLooo/s72-c/1chronicles16_8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-4426549889853647844</id><published>2007-07-18T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T08:07:36.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 40 Day Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There have been a few amazing bloggers posting about their fast and their cause. Here are two that have been impactful to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; posted about the Dalit people. Read more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.andrewosenga.com/blog/2007/07/16/the-dalit/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. The Dalit people group are very dear to my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; posted about what giving "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=47&amp;chapter=10&amp;amp;verse=42&amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;a cup of cold water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;" looks like on his day. Read more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://shawnw.org/the-40-day-fast-my-turn/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://bamboosong.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todays&lt;/span&gt; blogger and their cause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-4426549889853647844?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/4426549889853647844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=4426549889853647844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4426549889853647844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/4426549889853647844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/07/40-day-fast.html' title='The 40 Day Fast'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-7618353855366413789</id><published>2007-07-16T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T14:11:47.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live in Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Here's what we need to keep in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;We no longer have yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nor do we yet have tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;We only have today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This is the day the Lord has made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;We must choose to live in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-7618353855366413789?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/7618353855366413789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=7618353855366413789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/7618353855366413789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/7618353855366413789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-in-today_16.html' title='Live in Today.'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-9062609749178870158</id><published>2007-07-15T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:47.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need some new shoes??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Today's blogger for the 40 Day Fast is .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" href="http://timharms.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tim Harms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;. He wrote a pretty amazing post on his blog. The organization he chose to highlight today was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/Default.aspx"&gt;TOMS Shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;. For every pair of shoes purchased, Blake (the owner) will personally donate a pair to a child in need. It's that simple. Buy one pair, another gets donated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Go check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/Default.aspx"&gt;TOMS Shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RpqqSVoop8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Q85A0Qd5ZI8/s1600-h/black+large+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RpqqSVoop8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Q85A0Qd5ZI8/s200/black+large+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087565961090344898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;need&lt;br /&gt;of a&lt;br /&gt;new&lt;br /&gt;pair&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-9062609749178870158?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/9062609749178870158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=9062609749178870158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/9062609749178870158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/9062609749178870158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/07/need-some-new-shoes.html' title='Need some new shoes??'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/RpqqSVoop8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Q85A0Qd5ZI8/s72-c/black+large+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534290428150154920.post-3839859221105740509</id><published>2007-07-13T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T08:06:16.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone asked me today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="q" id="q_113c117d841b636e_1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What does it mean to you when God says that His  strength is made perfect through our weaknesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was a good question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="q" id="q_113c117d841b636e_1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd like to share my answer with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This comes from one of my favorite passages written by Paul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Corinthians%2012:1-10;&amp;version=31;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 Corinthians 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Paul's Vision and His Thorn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My answer was this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have strengths and weaknesses. I always think God wants to use just my strengths, but He also wants to use my weaknesses.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.\n\u003c/span\&gt;&amp;quot; 1 COR 1:27 \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\&gt;God loves to use weak people. \u003c/span\&gt;There are places all over the Bible were God used imperfect weak people to accomplish extraordinary things. \u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;When I think of weakness, I think thats a place God couldnt use. But God is never limited by our limitations! \n\u003cbr\&gt;Examples:\u003cbr\&gt;1. I am impatient, I inherited that from my mother. In this admitted weakness, and cry to God, He has used it to make me MORE patient..so that I may love my children better than my mom did. In that weakness, God is breaking OFF that generational curse. But oh sister, I could not do it without His strength!\n\u003cbr\&gt;2. Ruthie Weller came home from serving in Africa. She has been called to take Jen Smyers place as Overseas Pastor for the women. She has been SO weak on the mission field. And now God is using that weakness as a strength to help these other weak women on the field. How else would she know how to serve these women?\n\u003cbr\&gt;3. YOU! Stephanie Snyder. Your shyness is your weakness. God has used His strength to somehow get you up on stage, leading worship, in front of 1500 people.  I know so many people who have been blessed by you leading out like that. God is using your weakness to inspire the congregation at ACC. \n\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;I think we can learn from Paul with his &amp;quot;thorn&amp;quot; or weaknesses.\u003cbr\&gt;He was \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\&gt;content\u003c/span\&gt; with his \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\&gt;weakness\u003c/span\&gt;.\u003cbr\&gt;He chose to be \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\&gt;\nvulnerable\u003c/span\&gt; with his \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\&gt;weakness\u003c/span\&gt;.\u003cbr\&gt;And he \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\&gt;glorified God\u003c/span\&gt; in his \u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\&gt;weakness\u003c/span\&gt;.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Well hope that answers your question!\n\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Love,\u003cbr\&gt;Tressa\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:rgb(51, 102, 102);font-weight:bold\"\&gt;-- \u003c/span\&gt;\u003cbr style\u003d\"color:rgb(51, 102, 102);font-weight:bold\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:rgb(51, 102, 102);font-weight:bold\"\&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. &lt;/span&gt;" 1 COR 1:27 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God loves to use weak people. &lt;/span&gt;There are places all over the Bible were God used imperfect weak people to accomplish extraordinary things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of weakness, I think thats a place God couldnt use. But God is never limited by our limitations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;I tend to be a grouch! I have to constantly admit it, and out of that weakness ask God for His strength. He continually helps me have a great attitude! My favorite verse that I meditate on daily is  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control."&lt;/span&gt; Galatians 5:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Dont you know I can not do it without His help and strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think we can learn from Paul with his "thorn" or weaknesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;content&lt;/span&gt; with his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weakness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He chose to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; vulnerable &lt;/span&gt;with his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weakness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;glorified God&lt;/span&gt; in his&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; weakness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=3839859221105740509"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What are some of your weaknesses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6534290428150154920-3839859221105740509?l=thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/feeds/3839859221105740509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6534290428150154920&amp;postID=3839859221105740509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3839859221105740509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534290428150154920/posts/default/3839859221105740509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegrouchyladybug-tressa.blogspot.com/2007/07/someone-asked-me-today.html' title='Someone asked me today...'/><author><name>Tressa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10707403331252838182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p4X6SYMY2mw/S6koHMx6XiI/AAAAAAAAEjg/J3mXXBTe1BE/S220/Emilyspic1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
