<?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-374407386975644367</id><updated>2012-02-24T13:43:36.182-05:00</updated><category term='Emotions'/><category term='waiting'/><category term='Christian Giveaways'/><category term='Frustration'/><category term='trust'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='God&apos;s Calling'/><category term='Forgiveness'/><category term='Family Time'/><category term='Passion for Christ'/><category term='Overcoming our emotions'/><category term='Prayer Calendar'/><category term='Marital Disappointment'/><category term='Friendship in Marriage'/><category term='Ladies Meeting Ideas'/><category term='decisions'/><category term='Rachel&apos;s Vineyard'/><category term='trials'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Colossians 2:8'/><category term='blah'/><category term='Esther'/><category term='Nature Pics'/><category term='patience'/><category term='Love'/><category term='comfortable Christians'/><category term='June 2010 Giveaways'/><category term='direction'/><category term='Post Abortion Syndrome'/><category term='Conform to World'/><category term='Abortion'/><category term='Christian Politeness'/><category term='My husband'/><category term='circumstances'/><category term='Bless Women'/><category term='May Giveaways'/><category term='My friend'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='growing'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='being overwhelmed'/><title type='text'>Seeking Peace</title><subtitle type='html'>Devotionals, Encouragement, Thoughts and Ideas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-9197455632549496731</id><published>2012-02-17T10:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T10:44:34.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed and Loved and a Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQCPBZFEbX0/Tz51k1JSqiI/AAAAAAAAAhU/N0l22Um8Xjo/s1600/d%2526d-header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQCPBZFEbX0/Tz51k1JSqiI/AAAAAAAAAhU/N0l22Um8Xjo/s400/d%2526d-header.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710130653154159138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; background-color: white; "&gt;I was feeling a little down and a bit overwhelmed when a package arrived at my door. Forgetting that I had been given a great opportunity to review some fabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space" style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; background-color: white; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/category/deals" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span id="lw_1329490271_0"&gt;DaySpring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;products&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; background-color: white; "&gt; for free, I tore into the package as fast as I could. Who sent me a gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#454545"&gt;Oh, my DaySpring products!!!! Inside the package was the beautiful Blessed and Loved Collection.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#454545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#454545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:#454545"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USnxUsYNCKc/Tz51ZYHJBUI/AAAAAAAAAhI/wn4kP4uglxM/s400/daypring1-horz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710130456381949250" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 168px; " /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 9pt; "&gt;I was so excited as I looked through each item. Which one should I use first??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;The adorable teacup? I imagined sipping a nice hot cup of tea outside on my porch with my blanket and my Bible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;The beautiful journal? Maybe I will use this for making notes as I read my Bible. Oh look, there are inspirational verses on each page.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;The perpetual calendar? I can totally use this at work for a great pick me up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;A gift bag? Wait a minute…you know what? I believe I will use this gorgeous gift bag to share a part of these great products with someone special to make them smile as I am smiling.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;I chose to share the journal with my sister. That was the right decision. When I handed her the gift bag she smiled and commented on how pretty it was. Her smile got even bigger once she pulled out the journal! “It looks just like the bag. Cute!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;Since I have received these great products I have been blessed each day as I turn to a new day in my calendar. The inspirational passage greats me and reminds me just how much I am loved.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;I am so excited to have been given this chance to review some fabulous products. But want to know what is even better??? They have given me the opportunity to host a giveaway so that you can purchase the Blessed and Loved Collection at a discounted price or to browse their site and choose your own gift.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;All you have to do is leave a comment in the section below explaining how utterly excited you are that you could win a $20 coupon to use towards any purchase you choose to make from Dayspring.com&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;I am so thankful to be a part of the review team with Dayspring and cannot tell you how Blessed and Loved I feel with my collection. (pun is intended)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="yiv1503077836msonormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:#454545"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-9197455632549496731?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/9197455632549496731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2012/02/blessed-and-loved-and-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/9197455632549496731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/9197455632549496731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2012/02/blessed-and-loved-and-giveaway.html' title='Blessed and Loved and a Giveaway'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQCPBZFEbX0/Tz51k1JSqiI/AAAAAAAAAhU/N0l22Um8Xjo/s72-c/d%2526d-header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-753362482286560024</id><published>2012-02-08T18:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T18:19:50.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does This Good Girl Need Grace?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only finished Chapter 1 of &lt;i&gt;Grace for the Good Girl&lt;/i&gt; by Emily P. Freeman and already I am nervous regarding what I will discover about myself. I am not perfect, was not perfect nor ever will be perfect. My life is not perfect, was not perfect nor ever will be perfect. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone once told me, “Yes, you have accepted Christ but you have not accepted Grace.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You see, I have a deep desire to be perfect. I even pray that God will help me to become a better wife, daughter, sister, friend, neighbor, granddaughter, employee….Christian. I tell myself that it is not perfection I am seeking, only to grow more. To grow more spiritually and as a human being. But is that really what I mean?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or do I mean, please love me. Please let others like me. Please give me validation. Please show me I am lovely. Please be pleased with me. And I will “work” to do whatever it takes to make that happen. Even if it mean striving for perfection. Please just love me Lord.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grace…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Edwardian Script ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;Rachel W. Clark&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-753362482286560024?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/753362482286560024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2012/02/does-this-good-girl-deserve-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/753362482286560024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/753362482286560024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2012/02/does-this-good-girl-deserve-grace.html' title='Does This Good Girl Need Grace?'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-8427600840074722877</id><published>2012-01-18T20:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:55:37.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But Today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;A Year Ago Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was sobbing uncontrollably. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I experienced one of the worst days of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I surprisingly confided in someone I just met who saw my hurt and reached out to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was filled with pain, anxiety, frustration and fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;But Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am smiling and peaceful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am thankful for the new friend in my life that turned into a true friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am learning to let those comments people make about me that are untrue roll off my back a little easier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There were no tears and the sun was shining on me and inside of me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all have seasons in our life. They can be seasons of darkness and pain or of light and laughter. I am thankful that God’s promises always remain true no matter what season of our life we are in...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;i&gt;He will never leave nor forsake us&lt;/i&gt;…( Hebrews 13:5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;We will be delivered if&lt;/i&gt; we &lt;i&gt;lean on Him&lt;/i&gt; ..(Psalm 91:14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rachel W. Clark&lt;/i&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/374407386975644367-8427600840074722877?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8427600840074722877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2012/01/but-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8427600840074722877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8427600840074722877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2012/01/but-today.html' title='But Today....'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-7279089655968045501</id><published>2011-08-28T17:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:32:43.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Until Then</title><content type='html'>It sure has been a while since I have sat down and shared what was on my mind, in my heart and flowing in my soul. Writing for me has always been a huge passion. It has always been the best way I could express myself. If I owed someone an apology, I wrote a letter. If I needed to confront someone, I wrote a letter. If my heart was overflowing with so much love that I had to express it or burst, I wrote a letter.&lt;div&gt;So why after 20+ years, writing has become a stranger to me? Why is it that something that once flowed so freely from within can't break through this wall that has been built up? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I have helped build that wall and only I know how to tear it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting here and "talking" to you all on a regular basis and opening up my heart, revealing to strangers my innermost thoughts, suddenly became a "fear" of mine. Being a blessing to someone who may be going through the same thing as me suddenly became scary because I suddenly became accountable for all I said. If I told you to hold on to God even if you did not feel His presence, it meant that I had to. If I told you to pray for others instead of being angry at them, it meant I had to. If I told you to hold your head high when your heart was breaking, it meant I had to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pressure was too much for me...And I honestly did not realize that this is why I was holding back until I just NOW grabbed my computer, logged onto blogger and started typing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God revealed to me that I have not allowed grace to lead me through this process of sharing. Instead, I was letting the fear of failure stop me. And STOP me, it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't promise that I will be able able to sit here daily, weekly or even monthly and share what I have on my mind and in my heart with you like I used to. But I can promise that from here on out if that is what God WANTS me to do, I will try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rachel W. Clark&lt;/i&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/374407386975644367-7279089655968045501?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/7279089655968045501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2011/08/until-then.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7279089655968045501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7279089655968045501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2011/08/until-then.html' title='Until Then'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-4610854380088001677</id><published>2011-01-16T20:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:20:19.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not forgotten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance&lt;/em&gt; (Psalm 43: 5 KJV)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bookman Old Style" size="3"&gt;Today, I have been feeling slightly blah; a little downhearted, a little mope-y. Maybe it is changes in my life, maybe it is that I missed the much needed encouragement of fellowship with my Christian family today, or maybe it is a little bit of both.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bookman Old Style" size="3"&gt;Needing encouragement and support that can only come from one place, I diligently and desperately prayed to God tonight for His guidance and direction. I sank into a warm bath with my Bible in hand, closed my eyes and asked God to lead me to the place I needed to be; for Him to answer my hearts cry with wisdom from His word.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bookman Old Style" size="3"&gt;I opened to Psalm 43. I read, read and re-read. I felt God answer me- “Hope in - Me…. Praise - Me….Rely on - Me….” God’s timing was perfect and His answer to my prayer for wisdom left me feeling loved and renewed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bookman Old Style" size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Encouragement &lt;/u&gt;is what I sought;it is what I prayed for God to give me. After already feeling blessed by His answer to my prayer, I felt a deeper tug from Him to look up the definition of “countenance” (&lt;em&gt;who is the health of my countenance&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bookman Old Style" size="3"&gt;What did I see?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;approval or favor;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;encouragement&lt;/u&gt;; moral support---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He said to me yes, Rachel I approve of you and I favor you. I want to be your encouragement and I will always be your support.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fill in the blank with your name: Yes ______ I approve of you and I favor you. I want to be your encouragement and I will always be your support.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Freestyle Script" size="6"&gt; Rachel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-4610854380088001677?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/4610854380088001677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-not-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/4610854380088001677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/4610854380088001677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-not-forgotten.html' title='I am not forgotten!'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-5448306155850010706</id><published>2010-12-19T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:25:25.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Needing To Get In Touch</title><content type='html'>It has been so long since I have posted a blog. Mainly, because I have had no words to say. Partly it is my fault because I have neglected that constant and daily one on one time with the Lord. I have only given Him my time when it has been convenient for me. &lt;div&gt;Yes, life has been busy....but still it is no excuse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I ask that you pray for me during this season in my life as I wait for the Lord to give to me the words He would have me share with you. I will continue to wait...be it 4 days or 4 months. All I can do is remember, writing is a gift He has given me....and if I need to take a break from it to grow deeper in Him...I will! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the one thing I have always wanted to stand firm on from the start of this blog...is that I always want my writing to glorify Him and not me!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rachel W. Clark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-5448306155850010706?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5448306155850010706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/12/needing-to-get-in-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5448306155850010706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5448306155850010706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/12/needing-to-get-in-touch.html' title='Needing To Get In Touch'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-5236255559342446737</id><published>2010-10-20T20:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:26:25.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not to those we choose</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Batang" size="3"&gt;Do you believe God’s word? Do you believe each and every thing He tells you in His gift of the Holy Bible?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Batang" size="3"&gt;Today, I found myself on a crossroads. Would I take a stand and express how I feel about a worldly belief or would I sit back and say nothing out of fear? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Batang" size="3"&gt;Common arguments from many Christians when given the opportunity to witness really only boils down to one main concern:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Batang" size="3"&gt;“I do not want to seem closed minded.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Batang" size="3"&gt;As Christians, many times we find ourselves not wanting to “push” our beliefs on anyone. We do not want to appear rude, judgmental, or even “uncool.” Taking a stand against what we hold to be the truth versus battling with the fear of being politically incorrect makes many go into a shell. Hearing conversations, seeing sin in action, witnessing worldly opinions reign; cause many to fight back only internally. By this I mean, we give every reason something is wrong, we stand up to every continuous sin that we see, and we witness for Christ in our &lt;strong&gt;thoughts&lt;/strong&gt; instead of &lt;strong&gt;verbalizing&lt;/strong&gt; this truth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Batang" size="3"&gt;Often times it leads to later guilt for not taking that opportunity.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Batang" size="3"&gt;Was Jesus ashamed, scared, mean, closed minded, politically incorrect? Did Jesus just stand back and let not only His loved ones but also just an average passerby who didn’t ask His opinion leave His presence without them knowing the truth?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Batang" size="3"&gt;At times I think we feel we are imposing or pushing our beliefs on ones who appear happy with their life and do not have a relationship with Christ. However, Jesus saw it as witnessing. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Batang" size="3"&gt;I am not talking about bashing someone’s head against a wall until they get it. I am not speaking of repeating ourselves over and over and over to someone until they croak. I do not mean we should constantly badger someone who does not want to accept our truth. I am talking of lovingly telling someone of Christ's love and saving Grace. Giving someone the chance to know of a gift that offers a peace the world can not afford. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Batang" size="3"&gt;I am saying too that if we are in a situation, involved in a conversation, or amid a crowd of unbelievers that we need to lovingly stand up for Christ. We should be &lt;strong&gt;gently &lt;/strong&gt;speaking of His truth and then letting Him do the rest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Batang" size="3"&gt;No, we should not judge but we should speak up! We can lovingly speak out without appearing judgmental or argumentative.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Batang"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;Matthew 7:1-2 &lt;/sup&gt; &amp;quot;Judge not, that you be not judged.&amp;#160; For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Batang"&gt;1 Peter 3:15&amp;#160; But in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; &lt;u&gt;yet do it with gentleness and respect (ESV)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Batang" size="3"&gt;Yes, we may lose “friends”, we may even be the topic of discussion once we are away. We may even be considered (gasp) close minded. However, we are required to witness to everyone (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2016:15&amp;amp;version=ESV" target="_blank"&gt;Mark 16:15&lt;/a&gt;) and we are required to speak out truth against untruth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Batang" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you find it scary or nerve racking to witness or speak out against untruth? I do! I fear what I wrote on above. I fear people will think me rude, close minded and judgmental. However, what we do for Christ will never return as void and He has promised to always be with us. This is a conviction God has given to me that I wanted to share with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="6"&gt;Rachel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-5236255559342446737?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5236255559342446737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-to-those-we-choose.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5236255559342446737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5236255559342446737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-to-those-we-choose.html' title='not to those we choose'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-3241087191790217715</id><published>2010-10-20T08:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T08:30:11.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No; I mean, Yes; I mean, NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As a woman, more often than not I find it hard to say “No.” Especially as a Christian woman. I find within me this need to constantly and continually please those around me. It is what Christ would want, right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Can you do me a favor?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“I have an appointment, can you_______ for me so I can leave early?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Would you mind calling ______ for me and asking her _______?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Do you think you can take the snacks to the game for me tomorrow?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yes, yes, yes,and yes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are we required as Christians to say yes to everyone, even to ourselves? To go to each event, to cook for every person who is sick, to lead every youth activity we come across, to have the cleanest house, and to volunteer our home for every get together? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When we go, go, go, and do, do, do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When we run around nonstop and don’t have time for a bathroom break.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When our saying yes to someone is spoken through clenched teeth and a fake smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When making sure our home is spotless begins to take away from food fights with our family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When our health is affected.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When we can’t remember how long it has been since we last sat with the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OR&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When people begin to abuse us or run all over us…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That is when it becomes a problem. We begin performing our worst and saying yes only because we feel obligated. During those times, we either do our job half-way or we do it head on, leaving us tired and useless to those who need us most.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We also suffer consequences when we do more than we should. Feeling this need to say yes..to others or even to ourselves all the time can cause us to miss out on the important things in life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Imagine with me a scene. Two sisters hear a visitor is coming. One is running around frantic and cleaning, baking, cleaning, stirring, cleaning, chopping, and so on. The guest arrives. She continues her preparations. (Saying “yes” to that voice in her head telling her she has to get this all done to impress.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The other sister decides to spend time with this important guest. She talks to Him and gives her full attention to Him. The other sister sees this and thinks…huh..she sees me doing all this work and doesn't even lift a finger…some sister. The guest notices “yes sisters” frantic frustration and tells her that she is so worried over pettiness that she is missing out on a great time of fellowship. (Luke 10:38-42)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is saying yes with a tired mind and body or a burdened heart really honoring God?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Psalm 139 1:4&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O LORD, you have searched me    &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; and you know me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; You know when I sit and when I rise;     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; you perceive my thoughts from afar. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; You discern my going out and my lying down;     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; you are familiar with all my ways. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; Before a word is on my tongue     &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; you know it completely, O LORD. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;God knows our true thoughts before we open our mouth. He knows our real attitude before we begin our “yes” duty. He knows that the “yes” results in the end are going to cause more harm than good when we are really thinking no because we are worn down and give out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is an important lesson I have been learning over the past three years. The first two years of saying no when I knew I needed to really bothered me. I didn't want to offend or make someone not like me anymore. I even had several relapses and found myself back on the yes wagon until consequences began creeping in again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Within the last 6-8 months my yes’s still outweigh my no’s…but 9 times out of 10 …they are healthy yes’s. They are healthy because I say no when I really know I need to. When I do that; my heart, my health and my full attention is available for that special yes moment. I have even gotten to the point where I don't feel the need anymore to offer a reason why not. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Recognizing when an unhealthy “Yes” is hurting our Spiritual relationship or personal relationship and trusting “No” will be okay,&amp;#160; benefits not only those most important to us…but in the end it also makes us healthier.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are you a woman who has learned to say no when you feel you need to? Can you say no guiltlessly? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you are a constant Yes woman…what can you say no to this week? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="6"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-3241087191790217715?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3241087191790217715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-i-mean-yes-i-mean-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3241087191790217715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3241087191790217715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-i-mean-yes-i-mean-no.html' title='No; I mean, Yes; I mean, NO!'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-346068694558935582</id><published>2010-10-11T10:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:57:33.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMlmIzETWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ib_qRN6PSag/s1600-h/mondaybutton2%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="mondaybutton2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="217" alt="mondaybutton2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMlnXOC7xI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/quA1bQaLA64/mondaybutton2_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="447" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Kozuka Gothic Pr6N L" size="3"&gt;31. Sitting on the porch in the cool Fall morning air. Spending time in God’s word with my husband&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMloiK3NvI/AAAAAAAAAfU/f-KQ16G1Ik0/s1600-h/106_0044%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="106_0044" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="303" alt="106_0044" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMlpUU2xPI/AAAAAAAAAfY/9BYO41V49a8/106_0044_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Kozuka Gothic Pr6N L" size="3"&gt;32. A prayerful reminder on my wall that bids me farewell as I head out the door to start my day.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMlqnQ6rhI/AAAAAAAAAfc/HVvkFZeuVIM/s1600-h/106_0052%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="106_0052" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="354" alt="106_0052" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMlraTUdLI/AAAAAAAAAfg/HtExNvq3X5w/106_0052_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Kozuka Gothic Pr6N L" size="3"&gt;33. Enjoying the works of a woman sharing her talent.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMlrzwxmfI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Uajb-egNFoU/s1600-h/image20%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="image20" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="305" alt="image20" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMltPFEqlI/AAAAAAAAAfo/GOd0WSB_Vtw/image20_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="401" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Kozuka Gothic Pr6N L" size="3"&gt;34. Witnessing the start of a new friendship.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMlu4W0lkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/QuIQElo1wv0/s1600-h/chief2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="chief2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="chief2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMlv6CR8KI/AAAAAAAAAfw/m4Loem1s3aQ/chief2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="421" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Kozuka Gothic Pr6N L" size="3"&gt;35. Ooh-ing and Ahh-ing at the cuteness of God’s Creation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMlwoBE7bI/AAAAAAAAAf0/o8f7zq1uJ-w/s1600-h/Image1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Image1" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="434" alt="Image1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMlx82JKhI/AAAAAAAAAf4/wEI_68xKSWw/Image1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Kozuka Gothic Pr6N L" size="3"&gt;36. Seeing someone comfortable in their own skin. Happy to be exactly who they are. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMlyxBCfEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/r2CeTBCl6hk/s1600-h/Image4%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Image4" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="299" alt="Image4" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMl0iThdlI/AAAAAAAAAgA/yNvJgF5m4r4/Image4_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMl1wpPnrI/AAAAAAAAAgE/1mcARdpKlGY/s1600-h/image41%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="image41" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="521" alt="image41" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMl2VfMBPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/AHZ9RTD4fDw/image41_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Kozuka Gothic Pr6N L" size="3"&gt;For as much “bad” that has been occurring in my life lately, the good outweighs it. For I know Who holds my every moment. I know Who sees the solutions. I know Who will bring me through. I am trusting the One who always provides and never leaves.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="6"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-346068694558935582?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/346068694558935582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-much.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/346068694558935582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/346068694558935582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-much.html' title='A Little Much'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TLMlnXOC7xI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/quA1bQaLA64/s72-c/mondaybutton2_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-5291315219648156604</id><published>2010-09-27T19:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:10:20.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Baskerville Old Face" size="3"&gt;Where has my heart been lately? Where has my head been? One of my biggest passions- Writing! For some reason I have had MAJOR writers block. Can’t seem to write much and cant seem to even follow the “rules” of writing something each day. Even if it is small and insignificant. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Baskerville Old Face" size="3"&gt;Prayers, please fellow bloggers and readers. I need to block out all the negativity, reconnect with hearing what God wants for me to share with other women, and find my passion again!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Baskerville Old Face" size="3"&gt;Appreciate you all!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="6"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-5291315219648156604?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5291315219648156604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/09/prayers-please.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5291315219648156604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5291315219648156604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/09/prayers-please.html' title='Prayers Please'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-177746013365090007</id><published>2010-09-27T17:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:34:32.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Soul Preparing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Baskerville Old Face" size="4"&gt;Deeper colors, pumpkins sitting on the sidewalk begging to be taken home, sunflowers adorning gift shop counters and fields, excuses to be inside in pajamas at 7:00pm with shorter days here.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="DilleniaUPC" color="#800000" size="7"&gt;Fall&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TKEN3-YOw9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/mAaZgTzWA-Q/s1600-h/106_0039%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="106_0039" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="106_0039" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TKEN4dcKXHI/AAAAAAAAAe4/qQ1AtDs9IW0/106_0039_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="421" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Baskerville Old Face" size="4"&gt;Weather man announcing “cooler temperatures this evening”, thoughts of stews, soups and the smell of cinnamon, naps on the couch and movies that make me cry. Pumpkin scented candles, apple cider and candied apples. Fairs and festivals and little children in light jackets running and laughing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TKEN4tsT-iI/AAAAAAAAAe8/bto8mYi_0jc/s1600-h/100_1709%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1709" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="404" alt="100_1709" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TKEN5DsqzZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/SGuw8FvkJUU/100_1709_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Baskerville Old Face" size="4"&gt;Squealing within at the chance to open the windows and doors in the evenings. Preparing to say goodbye to the hummingbirds that have enjoyed their sugar water this year. Wondering how I will de-stress as I am preparing for the time approaching when the mower hibernates till Spring.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TKEN5u_tmxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mPXes0LTrBs/s1600-h/105_2893%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="105_2893" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="308" alt="105_2893" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TKEN5xX_rZI/AAAAAAAAAfI/LGQqFdTeBw4/105_2893_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Baskerville Old Face" size="4"&gt;Joyful for another Season come and gone, thankful for the trials and tears, triumphs and laughter. Reflective yet anticipating. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Baskerville Old Face" size="4"&gt;It is in the air and in my soul.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="7"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-177746013365090007?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/177746013365090007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/09/soul-preparing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/177746013365090007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/177746013365090007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/09/soul-preparing.html' title='A Soul Preparing'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TKEN4dcKXHI/AAAAAAAAAe4/qQ1AtDs9IW0/s72-c/106_0039_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-2407624128883480558</id><published>2010-09-26T17:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:27:26.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Ponderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TJ-6vLzrCsI/AAAAAAAAAes/D554tcbla4Q/s1600-h/girl_2_edited-1%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="girl_2_edited-1" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="263" alt="girl_2_edited-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TJ-6vkiav4I/AAAAAAAAAew/kjDWUXMwUaw/girl_2_edited-1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;Spending time with the Lord this morning, a verse grabbed hold of my heart and won’t let go. Joshua 1:3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;Positive Pondering&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;“I choose the Promised Land”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" color="#800000" size="4"&gt;Joshua 1:3 “Every place that the sole of your foot shall tread upon, that I have given to you, as I said unto Moses” (KJV)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Every&lt;/u&gt; place…not some places and not only those I think I deserve…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From a place of poverty into a place of riches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From a place of depression into a place of joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From a place of battle into a place of victory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From a place of confusion into a place of knowledge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From a place of sadness into a place of happiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From a place of wilderness into a place of the promised land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From a place of the law into a place of grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From a place of fear into a place of trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From a place of lies into a place of truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From a place of drought into a place of rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a place of bringing souls to Christ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a place of a lasting marriage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a place of enlarged territory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a place of hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a place of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a place of helping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a place of healing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;u&gt;“Positive Ponderings” Details &amp;amp; Rules:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;----Once a week we will meet here at Seeking Peace for a small lesson on the power of positive thinking. Some of the “lessons” will be ones I have learned from what God has taught me…while others may be quotes I obtain from other more experienced positive thinkers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;----Each one of us, including myself, will be required to speak one positive thing aloud on these days and share it with others. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;----In addition to speaking it aloud, we then will type our&lt;/font&gt; “&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;Positive Pondering”&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;for the day in the comments section below..(although mine will be listed here in the blog)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;----Also, if you have a blog, you are then welcome to create a new post of your own and link it back to me. Feel free to write whatever God lays on your heart. But make sure to share your&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;“Positive Pondering”&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;there&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;with others, also.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&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;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;. Philippians 4:8 (NIV)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="6"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-2407624128883480558?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/2407624128883480558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/09/positive-ponderings_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2407624128883480558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2407624128883480558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/09/positive-ponderings_26.html' title='Positive Ponderings'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TJ-6vkiav4I/AAAAAAAAAew/kjDWUXMwUaw/s72-c/girl_2_edited-1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-7730864720163819892</id><published>2010-09-07T16:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T16:34:22.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Ponderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TIahzIGz1AI/AAAAAAAAAek/ORTFdt1tweQ/s1600-h/girl_2_edited14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="girl_2_edited-1" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="261" alt="girl_2_edited-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TIahzfqAiEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/y8rrERxr2tI/girl_2_edited1_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="413" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;My thought for today is one that I want so hard to break through the negative. It is a thought that is a truth I cling to. I repeat this over and over to myself and let the peace it brings, sink in&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;Positive Pondering&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;“God is in control!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" color="#800000" size="4"&gt;The truth this brings eases my soul today. I know that God will be the places I can’t go. He will be with the people I love that I can’t protect. He will take care of situations that are out of my control. He will remain faithful and true. I praise God for His hand in my life. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;u&gt;“Positive Ponderings” Details &amp;amp; Rules:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;----Once a week we will meet here at Seeking Peace for a small lesson on the power of positive thinking. Some of the “lessons” will be ones I have learned from what God has taught me…while others may be quotes I obtain from other more experienced positive thinkers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;----Each one of us, including myself, will be required to speak one positive thing aloud on these days and share it with others. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;----In addition to speaking it aloud, we then will type our&lt;/font&gt; “&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;Positive Pondering”&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;for the day in the comments section below..(although mine will be listed here in the blog)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;----Also, if you have a blog, you are then welcome to create a new post of your own and link it back to me. Feel free to write whatever God lays on your heart. But make sure to share your&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;“Positive Pondering”&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;there&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;with others, also.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&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;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;. Philippians 4:8 (NIV)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="6"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-7730864720163819892?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/7730864720163819892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/09/positive-ponderings.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7730864720163819892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7730864720163819892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/09/positive-ponderings.html' title='Positive Ponderings'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TIahzfqAiEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/y8rrERxr2tI/s72-c/girl_2_edited1_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-447319025401807892</id><published>2010-09-06T19:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:22:42.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Much, Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TIV3wKRAdRI/AAAAAAAAAec/ozPpmjysp2c/s1600-h/mondaybutton2%5B7%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="mondaybutton2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="155" alt="mondaybutton2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TIV3wbEiAoI/AAAAAAAAAeg/n4uhgE1HdQE/mondaybutton2_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="494" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This weekend really caused a stir in my heart. I have had many revelations…some amazing and some not so amazing. With a heavy and light heart (is it possible for both? I think so), with a grateful attitude, I continue to thank God for my many blessings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;21. My niece turning 7&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;22. Time spent with my entire family&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;23. A night on the couch watching television with my hubby and pet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;24.Worship service Sunday Morning and the reception of the Sermon God wanted me to hear&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;25. Cooler Temperatures&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;26. Sharing advice with a friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;27. Money for bills&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;28. Productivity&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;29. Love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;30. Laughing with my family today watching Christian Comedians.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="6"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-447319025401807892?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/447319025401807892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-much-continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/447319025401807892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/447319025401807892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-much-continued.html' title='A Little Much, Continued'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TIV3wbEiAoI/AAAAAAAAAeg/n4uhgE1HdQE/s72-c/mondaybutton2_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-1456464673159350959</id><published>2010-08-30T16:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:35:14.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Much Continued…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSfXcburI/AAAAAAAAAcA/zPq4yIibCwE/s1600-h/mondaybutton23.png"&gt;&lt;img title="mondaybutton2" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="123" alt="mondaybutton2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSfvzpAII/AAAAAAAAAcE/4p3DCkzN28Y/mondaybutton2_thumb1.png?imgmax=800" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today as I reflect on what I am most thankful for, I have realized that there are people I oftentimes neglect. People I expect every day to be here for me…readily available. Forgetting that we are not guaranteed tomorrow and that I should live in this moment and show gratitude for what/who I have been given!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSgdkiHPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/1k5wTO3t00w/s1600-h/l_c0ffee64df4431bec82ab07fbb330d432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="l_c0ffee64df4431bec82ab07fbb330d43" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="l_c0ffee64df4431bec82ab07fbb330d43" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSgpKufjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HOJIr_YBLx4/l_c0ffee64df4431bec82ab07fbb330d43_t.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;11. My spouse…who has always forgiven me when I have hurt him. My spouse…who protects me. My spouse…who listens to me when I am hurting and need a friend. My spouse…who lets me be me and never judges. My spouse…who is the most thoughtful man I have ever known. My spouse…who is intelligent, a hard worker, and extremely talented. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwShB8qP2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fD0thv9VsNw/s1600-h/S30109662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="S3010966" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="S3010966" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwShNp46nI/AAAAAAAAAcU/pZpdjCXJlg8/S3010966_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;12. My mom…who raised me in a Christian home. My mom…who taught me the importance of faith. My mom…who never gives up. My mom…who is a prayer warrior. My mom…who protects her family. My mom…who gave life to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwShas-KHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/dm7LSrZmqNM/s1600-h/SCAN003722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="SCAN0037 (2)" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="SCAN0037 (2)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwShtYlzjI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4FmoNhhrQEg/SCAN00372_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;13. My dad…who treats me like his “little girl”. My dad…who makes me laugh so easily. My dad…who has a million nicknames for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSiNy8l6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/xkDr0ex12jQ/s1600-h/PIC_05862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC_0586" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="PIC_0586" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSiYfQ1KI/AAAAAAAAAck/XwYqDuKgUCA/PIC_0586_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;14. My little sister… who is still 10 in my eyes and needs to stop growing. My little sister…who has a huge heart and deserves lots of love. My little sister….who is wonderful with children and as a teacher. My little sister…who is probably more responsible than I am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSiqpw5bI/AAAAAAAAAco/KGGUx9pqjME/s1600-h/100_07252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_0725" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="100_0725" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSi449RBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/XZy3Qu9m7cU/100_0725_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;15. My big brother…who is one of my greatest friends. My big brother…who now thinks I am cool (despite his lack of loving feelings towards me when I was little) My big&amp;#160; brother…who takes care of his family and gets his good looks from me (even though he was born first).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSjX1T4EI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YQor_JFuotA/s1600-h/PIC_04732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC_0473" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="PIC_0473" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSjo-UO1I/AAAAAAAAAc0/BLA8dUKMblQ/PIC_0473_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;16. My stepdad…who takes care of his family. My stepdad…who will drop anything to take his grandchildren (my nieces and nephews) wherever they need to go. My stepdad…who always carries the bags when you go shopping.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSkBERnlI/AAAAAAAAAc4/LExf8LYB5qY/s1600-h/SCAN00424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="SCAN0042" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="310" alt="SCAN0042" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSkeF_9rI/AAAAAAAAAc8/k-QsVuak6R4/SCAN0042_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;17. My stepmom…who takes care of my dad. My stepmom…who loves to talk. My stepmom…who makes us all laugh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSk0Gw2wI/AAAAAAAAAdA/o09vDns3Zbw/s1600-h/100_16594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1659" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="304" alt="100_1659" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSlNaTWnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/wGcOnnY1n74/100_1659_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSlQwAgNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qNWJ2IwOqqc/s1600-h/102_02895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0289" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="358" alt="102_0289" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSl7_NK3I/AAAAAAAAAdM/pNSt68en1Sc/102_0289_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;18. My niece and nephews…who have my heart. My niece and nephews…who make life more fun and a lot more bright. My niece and nephews…who have me wrapped around their finger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSmOSKb5I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Wpr0vuUgDSg/s1600-h/SCAN00329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="SCAN0032" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="278" alt="SCAN0032" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSmQ111pI/AAAAAAAAAdU/tQP1iVorzto/SCAN0032_thumb9.jpg?imgmax=800" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;19. My In-Laws…who have huge hearts. My In-Laws…who diminish all the horror stories you hear about in-laws. My In-Laws…who are a great gift I received when I married my hubby. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSmp6HZbI/AAAAAAAAAdY/hnjYxG9uMi0/s1600-h/abb82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="abb8" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="abb8" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSm3rogEI/AAAAAAAAAdc/DV-zb23zB9I/abb8_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSnR98MbI/AAAAAAAAAdg/COLNovlvTBQ/s1600-h/S30108622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="S3010862" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="S3010862" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSnlHgJoI/AAAAAAAAAdk/f2U5Vlr3a0U/S3010862_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSnxhdYMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/FqbWLzsVpCw/s1600-h/105_28222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="105_2822" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="105_2822" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSoN-touI/AAAAAAAAAds/5_b1WBRatVc/105_2822_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSoluwaaI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dH_L4IHHvWc/s1600-h/SCAN00462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="SCAN0046" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="152" alt="SCAN0046" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSo-3LBnI/AAAAAAAAAd0/b7M93UeQy7A/SCAN0046_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSpuTcOYI/AAAAAAAAAd4/DxemClDjk9I/s1600-h/S30108202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="S3010820" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="S3010820" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSp1LwCbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/FfhweEzqdv0/S3010820_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSqBm0ktI/AAAAAAAAAeA/KUBjLpDo75Q/s1600-h/100_03522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_0352" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="100_0352" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSqXiU_7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/4yR3_2W7H00/100_0352_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSq3--1HI/AAAAAAAAAeM/LHY2Zfe6WjE/s1600-h/100_05412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_0541" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="100_0541" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSrT1A3zI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/X-c8cFyBKw4/100_0541_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSr0KyN3I/AAAAAAAAAeU/D_WpgOaK4Vw/s1600-h/100_03772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_0377" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="100_0377" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSsJUGWCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/MzBKlRU37hs/100_0377_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;20. My girlfriends…who soothe my soul. My girlfriends…who love me for me. My girlfriends…who respect me. My girlfriends…who encourage me. My girlfriends…who are strong and beautiful women with large hearts!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL of my family and friends (even those not pictured). From grandparents to church family to immediate family and extended. I love each and every one of them &lt;u&gt;wholeheartedly and forever&lt;/u&gt; and ever and ever…Amen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-1456464673159350959?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1456464673159350959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-much-continued.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1456464673159350959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1456464673159350959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-much-continued.html' title='A Little Much Continued…'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THwSfvzpAII/AAAAAAAAAcE/4p3DCkzN28Y/s72-c/mondaybutton2_thumb1.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-9185107891466227056</id><published>2010-08-29T13:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T13:02:22.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Ponderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THqSm4UauoI/AAAAAAAAAb4/fEpNYdUo21Y/s1600-h/girl_2_edited-1%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="girl_2_edited-1" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="288" alt="girl_2_edited-1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THqSncTj5aI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XSD-AC4jOqg/girl_2_edited-1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="441" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;Positive Ponderings”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This week has kind of been a blah week for me. Trying to remain upbeat and positive has been a challenge. It has been slightly difficult to be positive when all my strength and energy seemed to be wrapped up in my blah-ness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;However, I have had to turn to God’s word for direction on getting my attitude in check. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;Positive Pondering&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;#2:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;My feelings of negativity won’t determine the outcome of my day”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" color="#800000" size="4"&gt;This week I will focus on what God’s word tells me in the midst of my heavy feelings. I will focus on the fact that He is good, every day is a blessing, and my problems are never too much for Him to take from me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;u&gt;“Positive Ponderings” Details &amp;amp; Rules:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;----Once a week we will meet here at Seeking Peace for a small lesson on the power of positive thinking. Some of the “lessons” will be ones I have learned from what God has taught me…while others may be quotes I obtain from other more experienced positive thinkers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;----Each one of us, including myself, will be required to speak one positive thing aloud on these days and share it with others. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;----In addition to speaking it aloud, we then will type our&lt;/font&gt; “&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;Positive Pondering”&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;for the day in the comments section below..(although mine will be listed here in the blog)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;----Also, if you have a blog, you are then welcome to create a new post of your own and link it back to me. Feel free to write whatever God lays on your heart. But make sure to share your&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;“Positive Pondering”&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;there&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;with others, also. I will begin now with mine---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" color="#800000" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;em&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;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;. Philippians 4:8 (NIV)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-9185107891466227056?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/9185107891466227056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/positive-ponderings_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/9185107891466227056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/9185107891466227056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/positive-ponderings_29.html' title='Positive Ponderings'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THqSncTj5aI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XSD-AC4jOqg/s72-c/girl_2_edited-1_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-6130375594688613025</id><published>2010-08-25T14:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:59:14.718-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marital Disappointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overcoming our emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><title type='text'>Are My Emotions In Check?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;How many of us married women remember the “courtship” phase? Flowers, romance, a man that seemed to hang on our every word? Feelings of worth, beauty, love, tenderness, excitement? When we said “I Do” we knew for sure our “Happily Ever After” was officially beginning.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Shortly after we married, we began to notice changes. He left his socks on the living room floor, he walked past the trashcan to lay his empty potato chip bag on the counter, he wanted to watch TV instead of go out to a movie, he began snoring, he wanted to know “what's for dinner?” instead of surprising us with a night out, he seemed to have one eye on the tube while we poured our heart out, the… list… goes… on!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Soon those feelings of love and bliss turn into feelings of confusion and anger. Sometimes those feelings are held onto so tightly that we began to experience negative emotions towards our spouse. It even seems that when he IS doing something “right” it isn’t “right enough”. It could have always been a little more. Soon those feelings can overtake and damage our marriage because we can’t see past how WE are feeling.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Feelings and emotions are a huge part of life So much so that even our physical self reacts to how we are feeling. We hurt, we shed tears. We are happy, we smile. We are joyful, we laugh. We are depressed, we appear solemn. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Jesus too had emotions. He Wept (John 11:35) He got angry over people doing wrong (John 2:15) He had compassion (Matthew 20:34) He experienced major turmoil and agony (Luke 22:44)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So our feelings and emotions are at times helpful and very valid.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;But how do we learn to release those negative emotions we can so easily acquire when our spouse isn’t living up to our expectations… and get back those feelings of love and understanding towards our spouse?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;We get them back by realizing that yes, emotions and feelings are natural…but if not handled properly, they can be destructive. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;We get them back by asking ourselves “Am I acting how the Bible instructs me to act towards my husband? Am I seeing any good in him, any part of the man I fell in love with? Or am I focusing on the speck of sawdust in his eye while ignoring the plank in mine?” (Matthew 7:3)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;We get them back when we learn to not let our emotions be the driving force behind every decision we make… because emotions can lead us into sin. (Jeremiah 17:9) We must learn to trust what the Bible instructs us to do and not always what our feelings tell us to do. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Side Note&lt;/u&gt;: This doesn’t mean that our feelings are never valid. Nor does it mean that we should allow ourselves to be run over and stand back. There are times we have legitimate reasons to be hurt and NEED to confront our spouse. There is a difference between being mistreated and being misunderstood. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Love&lt;strong&gt; is not&lt;/strong&gt; always a warm, fuzzy and tender feeling. Love at times is a sacrifice. We have the best example of such sacrificial love when Christ died for our sins. (1 John 4:10) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Love &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; being concerned for another’s happiness and well being over our own. Love is being willing to lay down our life for the sake of another. Love is asking God to change our heart and attitude. Love demonstrates trust that God will provide for us what we need…even if it takes time. Love is believing that we can have a blessed and fruitful marriage when we do our part to believe God will come through on His promises.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Love will have seasons of ups and downs…but it is during those down times when love is strongest and eventually offers the greatest reward…because sometimes you have to crawl through the valley before you can stand on the mountain.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="6"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;P. S. This is totally for me!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are there times that your feelings overtake your decisions and cause you to react in a way you soon regret? How do you try to prevent speaking before you think? Answer in the comment section below….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-6130375594688613025?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6130375594688613025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-my-emotions-in-check.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6130375594688613025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6130375594688613025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-my-emotions-in-check.html' title='Are My Emotions In Check?'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-3709687002506970617</id><published>2010-08-24T07:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T07:24:55.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Much Cont…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I am a day late for Multitude Monday, but it is okay. I figure you can never be too late to be thankful!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOr9lDy0RI/AAAAAAAAAa4/j03xWixnKqM/s1600-h/mondaybutton2%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="mondaybutton2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="144" alt="mondaybutton2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOr97BdCrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/8CfbLbZWNyM/mondaybutton2_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="462" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="6"&gt;6.Making pizza with family and friends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOr-B2LJqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/7wLsTixfxRs/s1600-h/PIC_0084%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC_0084" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="326" alt="PIC_0084" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOr-R6OKAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ik2GEz-uWxY/PIC_0084_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="429" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOr-tSZiKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/pdKlzuqA6ZM/s1600-h/PIC_0082%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC_0082" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="331" alt="PIC_0082" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOr-yN6oEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/vGtLCXL1JBc/PIC_0082_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="6"&gt;7. A 9:00pm surprise Cannoli from a friend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOr_iFxzsI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Dt5t4Xt7ZrY/s1600-h/PIC_0071%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC_0071" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="450" alt="PIC_0071" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOr_6EvU8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/5HfgLKPtbP0/PIC_0071_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="6"&gt;8. A still and quiet morning&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOsAEa4q_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/HFj93tBWr6U/s1600-h/100_1606%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1606" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="355" alt="100_1606" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOsAaWNDdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/BqzqNGCn0Pk/100_1606_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="6"&gt;9. A simple small bouquet of flowers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOsAvDksWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/dvm-qup1cIU/s1600-h/PIC_0075%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC_0075" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="382" alt="PIC_0075" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOsAwBFD2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/OymNJ_cGKjo/PIC_0075_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="6"&gt;10. God’s Word to fill my heart and soul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOsBbFCrpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/snJacX4LrOU/s1600-h/PIC_0072%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC_0072" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="360" alt="PIC_0072" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOsBuzNzqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/cP2jpfX8tsE/PIC_0072_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This past weekend God showed me His love in many ways. I had a visitor stop by Thursday at 9:00pm with a fresh, homemade Cannoli. I heart Italian food so it was a wonderful surprise and show of love. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Friday, I had the day off and was able to grocery shop and take care of things around the home. I prepared for the arrival of my niece, two nephews, a friend and her daughter. We made our own individual pizzas, played games, had skits, watched tv, talked and laughed. It was so much fun. The next morning was filled with sleepy heads, breakfast, more games and more laughter.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Saturday evening was dinner at my moms house with my niece and nephews.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sunday was church, lunch afterwards again at moms with kids and a lazy day on the couch with my hubby watching TV. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I am thankful or family, friends, and time to relax. What are you thankful for today?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="6"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-3709687002506970617?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3709687002506970617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-much-cont.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3709687002506970617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3709687002506970617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-much-cont.html' title='A Little Much Cont…'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/THOr97BdCrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/8CfbLbZWNyM/s72-c/mondaybutton2_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-1081698558031615615</id><published>2010-08-18T16:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T16:36:43.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Ponderings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGxBMzd6XfI/AAAAAAAAAao/F-8V4l3OZ4s/s1600-h/girl_2_edited-1%5B17%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="girl_2_edited-1" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="281" alt="girl_2_edited-1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGxBNNq__9I/AAAAAAAAAas/m8Kk1wCI-E8/girl_2_edited-1_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;Positive Ponderings”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, my Peace Seeking Ladies!! Whom I will now call my “Positive Ponder-ers” I have felt led to create a place where positivity flourishes and negativity diminishes. I wanted to start something where we women could come together and discover the power of being positive in a negative world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;I too am expecting to learn great things from this as I allow God to lead and teach me along this journey. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;“Positive Ponderings” are just that! They are uplifting, upbeat, and encouraging thoughts. They replace the “stinking thinking” we oftentimes find ourselves trapped in. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;u&gt;“Positive Ponderings” Details &amp;amp; Rules:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;----Once a week we will meet here at Seeking Peace for a small lesson on the power of positive thinking. Some of the “lessons” will be ones I have learned from what God has taught me…while others may be quotes I obtain from other more experienced positive thinkers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;----Each one of us, including myself, will be required to speak one positive thing aloud on these days and share it with others. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;----In addition to speaking it aloud, we then will type our&lt;/font&gt; “&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;Positive Pondering”&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;for the day in the comments section below..(although mine will be listed here in the blog)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;----Also, if you have a blog, you are then welcome to create a new post of your own and link it back to me. Feel free to write whatever God lays on your heart. But make sure to share your&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;“Positive Pondering”&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;there&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;with others, also. I will begin now with mine---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;Positive Pondering&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;#1:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;I have a purpose”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="High Tower Text" color="#800000" size="4"&gt;Today I will continue to tell myself that even if I feel useless at times…even if I may feel like I am not making a difference, or even if I feel that I am waiting for something bigger from God…that at this very moment…right here, right now… “I have a purpose!!!!!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&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;font face="High Tower Text" size="4"&gt;. Philippians 4:8 (NIV)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-1081698558031615615?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1081698558031615615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/positive-ponderings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1081698558031615615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1081698558031615615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/positive-ponderings.html' title='Positive Ponderings'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGxBNNq__9I/AAAAAAAAAas/m8Kk1wCI-E8/s72-c/girl_2_edited-1_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-7301991815114366718</id><published>2010-08-16T19:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T20:07:38.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGnSyIthwHI/AAAAAAAAAaY/poO2x69IE_k/s1600-h/mondaybutton2%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="mondaybutton2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="142" alt="mondaybutton2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGnSyRxj3_I/AAAAAAAAAac/HZLA56uP2bc/mondaybutton2_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hold on and prepare for some reading because my month writing hiatus seems to be over as of today. (we shall see) But hang tight because this post may be long so I hope you have some time. Should you get bored with it…PLEASE PLEASE just skip down until you see &lt;font face="Vladimir Script"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;“&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;Holy Experience”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and begin reading from there. Most professional bloggers say that instead of one long post…break it down into parts…but my joy and excitement just wont contain today…so here we go….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As most of you may already know, in addition to my love for writing and blogging, I have fallen IN LOVE with photography. I am a total and complete amateur, but something about capturing a moment that is rare, beautiful, unique, quiet, still, soft, bold, strong, inspiring, and special thrills my soul.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So it is not ANY surprise to me whatsoever that God led me to my FAVORITE blog on the entire world of this thing we call the internet. Now, I know…that is a pretty bold statement. It is bold, especially since I have never nor could I ever possibly review all the blogs ever created. But still, I know it is my favorite because I know God loves to give me gifts to bless my heart (which sometimes come is the smallest of packages) and He knows my heart…so I know He led me here for a reason.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are you ready yet? Are you dying to know my favorite blog???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#800040" size="5"&gt;Holy Experience&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This blog gets me going every…single…time. Her poetic nature, her love for GOD first and foremost, her love for her family, for photography, for humanity, but mostly for simplicity….it thrills me!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Because to me, simplicity holds more beauty than anything with a large price tag on it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One of the things I most certainly love about the site is Multitude Monday and the Gratitude Community. It is a One Thousand Gifts experience. Read more about it by clicking the banner at the bottom of my site.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am jumping in on mine right now and will try to remain focused on what is going on in my life…RIGHT NOW:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;One Thousand Gifts…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; (&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;the beginning)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Edwardian Script ITC" size="6"&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Edwardian Script ITC" size="6"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="5"&gt;Green&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGnFa4swBBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/j5NvhJgfPxc/s1600-h/102_0275%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0275" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="462" alt="102_0275" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGnFbRsMaMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/kd7VxkPw4t8/102_0275_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="444" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="5"&gt;When the door to past hurt closes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGnFbmRPoyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/7LxghyO2rPA/s1600-h/102_0292%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0292" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="513" alt="102_0292" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGnFbyUw8II/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FbbHM1nv900/102_0292_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="5"&gt;For the alarm system to my house that comes with sloppy kisses, joy, and devotion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGnFcRvBjZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/f1Gw1C1XRbs/s1600-h/104_0089%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="104_0089" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="427" alt="104_0089" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGnFcpF3ryI/AAAAAAAAAaE/FYnhETT-sd4/104_0089_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="5"&gt;For the way my “Tom and Jerry” – &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="5"&gt;Tucker and Ferguson get along so well&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGnFdB_EeuI/AAAAAAAAAaI/J8VfAIrdUWU/s1600-h/100_1619%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1619" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="394" alt="100_1619" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGnFdpwGbeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Qr0TDbiJfHw/100_1619_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="439" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" size="5"&gt;Moments of love and trust “caught” when no one is the wiser&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGnFdiTwW-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/w1do7YOqSC0/s1600-h/100_0774%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_0774" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="584" alt="100_0774" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGnFeCS2aGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4-ZN-azLkXo/100_0774_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="396" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I really encourage you to begin counting your way up to&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2003/06/gratitude-community.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#800040" size="4"&gt;One Thousand Gifts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love in Christ-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Edwardian Script ITC" size="7"&gt;Rachel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-7301991815114366718?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/7301991815114366718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-much.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7301991815114366718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7301991815114366718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-much.html' title='A Little Much'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGnSyRxj3_I/AAAAAAAAAac/HZLA56uP2bc/s72-c/mondaybutton2_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-2493151804774861564</id><published>2010-08-15T20:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T20:20:12.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning it over to the One who quenches</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Browallia New" size="4"&gt;I noticed my plants really needed watering today. When I realized we were about to get rain, I felt a sense of relief. I welcomed the chance to be a little lazy and let the rain do my job for me. Right before it rained God laid a little something on my heart. So I grabbed my camera and now I share with you what He shared with me…Enjoy!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting"&gt;There are times in our life when we have problems that need attention…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGiEKn6rI8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/-bGpiN0WIog/s1600-h/PIC_00043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC_0004" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="241" alt="PIC_0004" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGiEKzmo77I/AAAAAAAAAZE/ghx0zAHFEUI/PIC_0004_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting"&gt;We often think we can fix those problems ourselves…without much success.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGiELpKjanI/AAAAAAAAAZI/20uXI22G-JU/s1600-h/PIC_00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC_0005" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="250" alt="PIC_0005" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGiELp1vb4I/AAAAAAAAAZM/ZJezMqQsFr0/PIC_0005_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting"&gt;So we tirelessly continue to try and fill the void and never end up satisfied.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGiEMeQjfmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/TFS-NaMJpw8/s1600-h/PIC_00073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC_0007" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="256" alt="PIC_0007" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGiEMgXYJWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Ad1iotlcQs8/PIC_0007_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting"&gt;But once we realize the “&lt;strong&gt;Son&lt;/strong&gt;” is there among our cloud of doubt ; waiting for His chance to shine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGiENDSBHgI/AAAAAAAAAZY/6UlBdnKLSqg/s1600-h/PIC_00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC_0011" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="259" alt="PIC_0011" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGiENDqLMJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/qPl0k6hseDk/PIC_0011_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting"&gt;We allow Him the room to “pour” His blessing and favor upon us...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGiEN7EPcpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Dgr08LyJVEI/s1600-h/PIC_00136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC_0013" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="272" alt="PIC_0013" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGiEOKz5ddI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ev2XPbP4zpw/PIC_0013_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting"&gt;completely fulfilling our needs and leaving no more room for want.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGiEOiFqc5I/AAAAAAAAAZo/yYRCJtDy4h0/s1600-h/PIC_00153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC_0015" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="284" alt="PIC_0015" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGiEOyIekNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZgAcXCL6aiY/PIC_0015_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Browallia New" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus” (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christiananswers.net/bible/phil4.html#19"&gt;&lt;font face="Browallia New" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippians 4:19&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Browallia New" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-2493151804774861564?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/2493151804774861564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/turning-it-over-to-one-who-quenches.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2493151804774861564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2493151804774861564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/turning-it-over-to-one-who-quenches.html' title='Turning it over to the One who quenches'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGiEKzmo77I/AAAAAAAAAZE/ghx0zAHFEUI/s72-c/PIC_0004_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-3700415189409143583</id><published>2010-08-15T17:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:35:33.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>as of late</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGhdo5et0QI/AAAAAAAAAY4/xmv_9_rkn40/s1600-h/asoflate1%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="asoflate1" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="207" alt="asoflate1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGhdpNs1xmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0NhvuNzMxp8/asoflate1_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://exemplifyonline.com/editor/author/kristen/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="Berlin Sans FB" size="4"&gt;Kristen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Berlin Sans FB" size="4"&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://exemplifyonline.com" target="_blank"&gt;ExemplifyOnline&lt;/a&gt; Editor shared with us what she has been loving, learning and listening to “as of late.” Check it out!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Berlin Sans FB" size="4"&gt;She also wants us to link up what we have been experiencing lately also.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Berlin Sans FB" size="4"&gt;Lately: I have been spending more time in the kitchen doing what I love; cooking.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Berlin Sans FB" size="4"&gt;Lately: I have been really bored even though I could think of a million things to do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Berlin Sans FB" size="4"&gt;Lately: I have literally ‘dreamed’ A-LOT that I visit Italy….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Berlin Sans FB" size="4"&gt;Lately: I have been digging around for a good book or a good movie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Berlin Sans FB" size="4"&gt;Lately: I have been seeking to draw closer to God and realizing that when I do not feel “that close” to Him---it is due to sin in my life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Berlin Sans FB" size="4"&gt;Lately: I have taken a break from writing devo’s and inspirational blogs because my heart is yearning…and I want to ensure I am “making it ALL about Him and NONE about me.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Berlin Sans FB" size="4"&gt;Lately: I have been patiently waiting and asking for God to lead me where He wants me to go and give me the words to say when I get there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Berlin Sans FB" size="4"&gt;Lately: I have been thinking that there are two things that I would love to take a day out of my life to do: 1. Delve into a pool of powdered sugar---not because I want to eat it…but because it is so soft and cool… 2. Be 16-18 yrs. old again and ride around all day and all night in my friends car listening to music, talking and laughing and not worrying about gas prices or budgets. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Berlin Sans FB" size="4"&gt;Lately: I have been craving tons of fun!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Berlin Sans FB" size="4"&gt;YOU?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-3700415189409143583?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3700415189409143583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-of-late.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3700415189409143583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3700415189409143583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-of-late.html' title='as of late'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGhdpNs1xmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0NhvuNzMxp8/s72-c/asoflate1_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-2458102530398836860</id><published>2010-08-12T16:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:35:39.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace when there is pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbAfaOpcI/AAAAAAAAAXU/pbQ2UYvoA4E/s1600-h/peace%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="peace" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="peace" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbAs5QmVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Q7_1-sR4a2s/peace_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughter when there are tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbA4UC4OI/AAAAAAAAAXc/SGzgbwx12FU/s1600-h/laughter%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="laughter" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="laughter" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbBGEhdrI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2RrBOmr-QuM/laughter_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To let go of past mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbBfzfCoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/uuBNoqsLsgs/s1600-h/letting-go-web2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="letting-go-web2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="letting-go-web2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbBhMEmfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/hygFZd5Vvvg/letting-go-web2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To let go of constant worry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbB2a-mHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/UMtoXIPH0A8/s1600-h/letting20go%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="letting20go" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="letting20go" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbCP1WLVI/AAAAAAAAAX0/aPRGFPyPww4/letting20go_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness instead of sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbCU2MH8I/AAAAAAAAAX4/ab2gTqxFQfM/s1600-h/happiness%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="happiness" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="205" alt="happiness" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbCsJOgDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/FQMdKYzlW_w/happiness_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope when all seems lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbDIEVRQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/CvVJPxLriHU/s1600-h/There%20is%20always%20hope-251688%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="There%20is%20always%20hope-251688" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="There%20is%20always%20hope-251688" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbDQhhwOI/AAAAAAAAAYE/wRFLqKmqRy0/There%20is%20always%20hope-251688_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy when life is hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbD6cqs8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/AmfKU9tWjww/s1600-h/joy_ornament01%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="joy_ornament01" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="joy_ornament01" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbEDxmwOI/AAAAAAAAAYM/0kDgNHqLLqI/joy_ornament01_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To look in the mirror and see beauty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbEQ64IRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/rDyZL7vE_HU/s1600-h/looking-in-mirror%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="looking-in-mirror" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="looking-in-mirror" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbEteQEUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/AFlBucbmUaY/looking-in-mirror_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To never say anything about yourself that you wouldn’t say to someone else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbE-MrvFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/YV7YuPDZz8k/s1600-h/shhh%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="shhh" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="206" alt="shhh" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbE-DoVCI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Lu566JIrK6w/shhh_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acceptance of God’s grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbFQbdyrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/TzA7ZexXwOw/s1600-h/6a00f48cf08051000300f48cf2b5f70003-500pi%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="6a00f48cf08051000300f48cf2b5f70003-500pi" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="6a00f48cf08051000300f48cf2b5f70003-500pi" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbFoXS_SI/AAAAAAAAAYk/C66IJIuqApc/6a00f48cf08051000300f48cf2b5f70003-500pi_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Healthy relationships&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbF9vmAXI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vQgZamJYx4k/s1600-h/old-handsholdingbeach%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="old-handsholdingbeach" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="old-handsholdingbeach" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbGJv-DmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/XbWEHXEiv1M/old-handsholdingbeach_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT" size="5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calm among any storms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbGZfSyII/AAAAAAAAAYw/fW6za1P07Dk/s1600-h/7079_mediumlarger%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="7079_mediumlarger" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="7079_mediumlarger" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbGhhBDEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/QoBiI8E0lUg/7079_mediumlarger_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" 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/374407386975644367-2458102530398836860?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/2458102530398836860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-wish-for-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2458102530398836860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2458102530398836860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-wish-for-you.html' title='My Wish For You'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TGRbAs5QmVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Q7_1-sR4a2s/s72-c/peace_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-564134232159785999</id><published>2010-08-08T20:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:24:54.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s In Your Purse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I read a post “&lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/2010/08/a-god-encounter.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt; that led me &lt;a href="http://www.tothinkistocreate.com/2010/07/30/my-purse-it-has-layers/#comments" target="_blank"&gt;&amp;quot;here&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That post inspired me to do this post; What’s in your purse? So, I will show you guys my purse and what is in it and hope that you will do the same. It’s a fun little game—so let’s keep it going.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;So, here is my purse:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TF9K0sZfkII/AAAAAAAAAXE/RS-oyohHg7Y/s1600-h/105_2844%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="105_2844" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="324" alt="105_2844" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TF9K0mdyifI/AAAAAAAAAXI/UJectV-0usk/105_2844_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;And here is what is in it:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TF9K1ODaKZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/IIAhh0V6eBU/s1600-h/105_2845%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="105_2845" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="383" alt="105_2845" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TF9K1Ze6LlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lZeKQSdUFEQ/105_2845_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;From the top:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sunglasses, Wallet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wal-Mart Receipt from today, Tylenol, Prilosec OTC (you will notice a stomach trend here in a minute), Crackers my grandmother left in my purse last week, Hand Sanitizer I bought from Wal-Mart today when I got raw chicken juice on my hands, Imodium&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hubby’s Pen (don’t tell him), Blow-Pop, Listerine Tooth Whitening Pen, Candy from Vet’s Office, Watkins Business Card, Heart Medication&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Empty gum wrappers, Empty gum packet, Lipstick, Tums (notice the tummy trend yet?), lipgloss, a dime and two pennies, one earring (didn't realize I lost one until just now) and my cell phone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So girlies, if you have a blog, link me “what’s in your purse” in the comment section.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Have Fun!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Gigi" size="5"&gt;Rachel Clark&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-564134232159785999?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/564134232159785999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-in-your-purse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/564134232159785999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/564134232159785999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-in-your-purse.html' title='What’s In Your Purse?'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TF9K0mdyifI/AAAAAAAAAXI/UJectV-0usk/s72-c/105_2844_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-4433760908937441480</id><published>2010-08-03T20:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:22:53.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the heart is</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don’t really know where my mind has been lately. It has not been connected to my heart---I do know that. The passions and activities that bring so much joy to my soul have taken a back seat lately. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So while I regroup, pray, go through what I am going through and learn to lean more on God and not myself---I pray you are patient with me as I back off on my postings for a while.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I need to get back to what’s most important in my life!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="French Script MT" size="5"&gt;Rachel W. Clark&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-4433760908937441480?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/4433760908937441480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-heart-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/4433760908937441480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/4433760908937441480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-heart-is.html' title='Where the heart is'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-2353142080883965762</id><published>2010-07-16T16:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:27:23.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind, Body, and Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear God-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Please bless mommy and daddy- Hunter and Seth- Aunt Rachel and Jessie- Grandma and Granddaddy and Uncle Mykee. Please forgive us of our sins and let it not rain tomorrow. Please keep us safe. I love you God and I love you Jesus, Amen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This was my nieces prayer the other night as we were preparing for bed. After an hour and a half conversation about Heaven and our Mansions. After assuring her that God does not keep a tally on our sins. (She said she is afraid she wont go to Heaven because she fears she has more x’s than checks) After telling her that as long as she believes in Jesus and God and asks Him to come in to her heart—as long as she seeks forgiveness for her sins…then God will most certainly forgive her and then forget it. After all of these things poured from her heart and mine, I really started to think.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why am I so hard on myself? Why is it so easy for me to believe that the forgiveness she seeks from God will always be given to her and at times doubt myself? Why is it so easy for me to know for a fact her eternity will be with the Lord and sometimes question my standing with Him?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;God convicted my heart that night and for several days after. He showed me that favoritism in not in His nature. What He will give to her, He will give to me and you. But I do know this:her faith is stronger than mine. All you have to do is tell her once, and she believes it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I believe that is what God wants from us as adults, to become as children. I believe that because this is what He tells us… Matthew 18:3 “And he said: &amp;quot;I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” (NIV) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are there times you struggle with your faith? How do you overcome that obstacle?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-2353142080883965762?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/2353142080883965762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/07/mind-body-and-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2353142080883965762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2353142080883965762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/07/mind-body-and-soul.html' title='Mind, Body, and Soul'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-862365708616213643</id><published>2010-07-06T22:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:40:56.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Song for You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Draw me closer to your heart. I want to see your face and feel your breath of everlasting life. To be enveloped in your Holy arms and feel hope alive; a secure peace. No pain, no tears, no confusion, no doubts. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Your hands catching the tears that fall. Your light illuminating my darkness. To receive your Spirit without interruption. Singing; Glory! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Glory to the King-Holy is the Lamb! Majestic and Worthy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Draw me into your arms; peace singing melodies in my ear. Tearing down my insecurities. Emotions running deep within my soul. A fire burning within my heart to know you more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Your eyes reflecting the love you have for me. Your smile portraying my worth in you. Seeing nothing else matters. Singing; Love!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love is the King- Holy is the Lamb! Majestic and Worthy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Beauty and Wonder; all of Creation Yours. Your child am I. Hold me Father and fill my void. Trusting you more and singing; Praise!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Praise to the King- Holy is the Lamb! Majestic and Worthy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-862365708616213643?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/862365708616213643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-song-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/862365708616213643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/862365708616213643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-song-for-you.html' title='My Song for You!'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-5515357670697882445</id><published>2010-06-30T20:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:38:26.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THE WINNER IS…………</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;After an extensive and grueling (jk) random game played by my computer and two full minutes of generating names a winner has been chosen!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;DRUMROLL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;PLEASE…….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;THE WINNER OF THE &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;WATKINS LOTION AND &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;GRAPESEED OIL IS…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;scroll&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;scroll&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;scroll&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;scroll&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;scroll&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;ready?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bradley Hand ITC" color="#800040" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Krystal Belmont&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Broadway" size="3"&gt;Congrats!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-5515357670697882445?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5515357670697882445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-winner-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5515357670697882445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5515357670697882445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-winner-is.html' title='AND THE WINNER IS…………'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-1513484664890448658</id><published>2010-06-27T18:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T18:37:36.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature Pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Time'/><title type='text'>a step back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="4"&gt;This weekend I took some time out and enjoyed my family and the beauty of Nature. My niece and nephews were with us for the weekend. I set aside one on one time with each of them. My purpose was to spend quality time capturing the beauty of their individuality. No set props, no specific clothing, no special attention to hair detail or shoes. Just their natural beauty---so I grabbed the camera and here are my favorite pictures of each of them!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Garamond" size="5"&gt;~The oldest~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSmd9aGYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/J1m-NeIRWIY/s1600-h/100_16255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1625" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="311" alt="100_1625" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSmooyh7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Jb0VA6SRvRU/100_1625_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Garamond" size="4"&gt;~ The Middle~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSmzGj-OI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WHILtM6PPwE/s1600-h/100_16434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1643" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="326" alt="100_1643" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSnH_M7_I/AAAAAAAAAWI/VimGrLtg9ho/100_1643_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Garamond" size="4"&gt;~The Youngest~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSneUvczI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oUDDgaD7Q70/s1600-h/100_15204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1520" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="412" alt="100_1520" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSnmLM4gI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ZvZ31G6Sogo/100_1520_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="4"&gt;Actually, my favorite of her is below---but you cant see her pretty eyes in it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSoKVHOsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/PxpIpULw3JQ/s1600-h/100_1525Copy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1525 - Copy" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="293" alt="100_1525 - Copy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSoY0oh5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/doI89vO02fE/100_1525Copy_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are all three&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSo86PypI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Yt6gaCWzQOk/s1600-h/100_16564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1656" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="293" alt="100_1656" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSpPaXy0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/EewfqF6P9jU/100_1656_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="4"&gt;Next, I took a walk around my home and captured the beauty of God’s creation. When you take the time to look, that beauty is EVERY where. His majesty is displayed.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSpnp3juI/AAAAAAAAAWk/_fVIUq1ItwU/s1600-h/100_17144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1714" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="304" alt="100_1714" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSp9oA_7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/QZBcnEnooWg/100_1714_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSqMlm6tI/AAAAAAAAAWs/5awJ2u9A5YI/s1600-h/100_16095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1609" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="436" alt="100_1609" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSqmvYRvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/S3H7UOqaRTI/100_1609_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSq4FocZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/nZcU40eOe1Q/s1600-h/100_16127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1612" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="418" alt="100_1612" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSrKt4KMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/DRVGHIF-lpg/100_1612_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSrmYJhnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/lp--nBucGqY/s1600-h/100_17094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1709" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="415" alt="100_1709" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSr61ox4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/LdaCZu--wm4/100_1709_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All things bright and beautiful,        &lt;br /&gt;All creatures great and small,         &lt;br /&gt;All things wise and wonderful:         &lt;br /&gt;The Lord God made them all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Book Antiqua" size="4"&gt;Today, I encourage you to take a walk around your yard or neighborhood and absorb all the beauty God has given us. Kneel down and study the bloom of a flower. Look in the trees at the birds. See what you can discover.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-1513484664890448658?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1513484664890448658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/step-back.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1513484664890448658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1513484664890448658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/step-back.html' title='a step back'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCfSmooyh7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Jb0VA6SRvRU/s72-c/100_1625_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-8423435078244472103</id><published>2010-06-23T19:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:41:18.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m Dreaming Of…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCKbkrzs7BI/AAAAAAAAAU0/hHwV1Ppxb74/s1600-h/0410101449%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="0410101449" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="0410101449" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCKblEJi9mI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zQ3Irpsif5k/0410101449_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"&gt;my toes in the sand&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCKblREd4kI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0S3I_BKdm8k/s1600-h/100_0469%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_0469" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="100_0469" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCKblw7nM9I/AAAAAAAAAVA/VUz5UTBXvXI/100_0469_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"&gt;seagulls nearby&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCKbmRvjFTI/AAAAAAAAAVE/kGLvXlJ1uMY/s1600-h/PIC_0521%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="PIC_0521" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="PIC_0521" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCKbmResDvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UwnBW-oxylI/PIC_0521_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"&gt;an ocean sunset&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;The annual beach trip for our family is nearing. I am getting very excited. Time with the ones I love most, sun, sand, and relaxation. It really can’t come soon enough. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;God really moves me during this time. I feel in awe of His majesty and love for me. I am completely blessed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;I am dreaming of walking on the sand and smelling the salty air. So excited…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;What are you dreaming of today? How about some free stuff?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;To celebrate my happiness I would love to spread the love. I am giving away two GREAT items to a random lady.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCKbnCV5UVI/AAAAAAAAAVM/cQrWxe145oM/s1600-h/102_0179%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0179" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="349" alt="102_0179" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCKbnbks2yI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/G4RJee87JEI/102_0179_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watkins Mango Body Lotion &amp;amp; Watkins Grapeseed Oil.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;If you haven’t ever heard of Watkins, you must check them out. They are the first all-natural company!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watkinsonline.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Click Here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;All you have to do is leave a comment below by June 30th. Your name or “Pick Me” or your answer to “What are you dreaming of today?” will enter you to win.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Winner will be announced on the site by 9:00pm June 30th. From there I will get the winner’s information and ship it her way. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Please share this with your family and girlfriends…give them a chance to enter and win some cool stuff.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-8423435078244472103?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8423435078244472103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-dreaming-of.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8423435078244472103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8423435078244472103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-dreaming-of.html' title='I’m Dreaming Of…'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCKblEJi9mI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zQ3Irpsif5k/s72-c/0410101449_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-8860449808753787932</id><published>2010-06-22T20:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:34:34.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Summer Take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="5"&gt;farmers market &amp;amp; grilling &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print" size="3"&gt;So with yummy produce just begging to be cooked, we ended our evening with a great summer meal. Thanks to the farmers market and their wonderful produce, we really enjoyed it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print" size="3"&gt;Shucking the Corn&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCFWhpD5cXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/TLA-riD-iH0/s1600-h/102_01645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0164" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="102_0164" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCFWiJe0iuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fOJxBIU3hgo/102_0164_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCFWiWYUi1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/3whACyCGYgA/s1600-h/102_01655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0165" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="248" alt="102_0165" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCFWjG7KFPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/0y79lriNz_0/102_0165_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print" size="4"&gt;Prepping the chicken (looks kinda yucky)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCFWjmoL1VI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Zfp1QdTRNAc/s1600-h/102_01684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0168" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="246" alt="102_0168" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCFWj1Q9VOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6Z3PzDYIiV4/102_0168_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print" size="4"&gt;Finished Product w/ peas, corn and tater salad&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCFWktOOdOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bY0_qzJWB28/s1600-h/102_01724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0172" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="260" alt="102_0172" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCFWlW2M0yI/AAAAAAAAAUo/mYtYnJq74N0/102_0172_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Can you tell I like zipper peas? What about the butter? Paula Dean would be proud!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print" size="5"&gt;Finally, dessert&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print" size="5"&gt;Yummy Peach Crisp&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCFWlwCocHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/hZ3Uu6VfVpc/s1600-h/102_01714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0171" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="266" alt="102_0171" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCFWmcGe1nI/AAAAAAAAAUw/tj4VCiQw56Y/102_0171_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Today was a great day. Celebrating Summer with my Honey; relaxing, taking it easy and enjoying life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;(For all you local gals, check out &lt;a href="http://www.moregoodiesgalore.blogspot.com"&gt;www.moregoodiesgalore.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for information on how to order this pie for your next gathering)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-8860449808753787932?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8860449808753787932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/celebrating-summer-take-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8860449808753787932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8860449808753787932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/celebrating-summer-take-2.html' title='Celebrating Summer Take 2'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCFWiJe0iuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fOJxBIU3hgo/s72-c/102_0164_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-6257478383787388826</id><published>2010-06-22T16:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:14:05.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Pristina" size="7"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="5"&gt;a day at the farmer’s market &amp;amp; by the grill&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="5"&gt;Take 1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rockwell" size="3"&gt;After four days apart, the hubs and I wanted to spend some much needed quality time together and celebrate Summer!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rockwell" size="3"&gt;We began by taking a trip to the Farmer’s Market located 20 miles from our home. Something so simple and down to earth proved a delight. It didn't hurt either that it was such a beautiful day out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEYxxqZQaI/AAAAAAAAASk/A08VMocuoIw/s1600-h/102_0139%5B52%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0139" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="375" alt="102_0139" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEYyFSPmJI/AAAAAAAAASo/11NIKowFVDw/102_0139_thumb%5B50%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="454" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="6"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="6"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Browns Farmer Market~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEYy4D-3YI/AAAAAAAAASs/o7hMJnQYcUE/s1600-h/102_0141%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0141" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="331" alt="102_0141" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEYzT75NbI/AAAAAAAAASw/oj7iNEEj5TU/102_0141_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="446" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="6"&gt;Cool Watermelon Bird House&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEYz8olYnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JQSHp8H-YQk/s1600-h/102_0142%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0142" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="325" alt="102_0142" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY0Te7g5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/nyuE4rxiwE8/102_0142_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="452" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="6"&gt;Little Mr. Chickie Resting&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY07P4yAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/uVbYR_uOHqo/s1600-h/102_0145%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0145" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="273" alt="102_0145" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY1I74jaI/AAAAAAAAATA/o-DV-pciF74/102_0145_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="476" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="6"&gt;Zennia Garden&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY1yUHQ1I/AAAAAAAAATE/wchiWQGhSWE/s1600-h/102_0150%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0150" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="335" alt="102_0150" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY2R3xuLI/AAAAAAAAATI/acvDdENVnRo/102_0150_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="496" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="6"&gt;$0.10 a Stem&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY21eJkfI/AAAAAAAAATM/Mir9_Fx43Ig/s1600-h/102_0151%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0151" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="295" alt="102_0151" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY3KHlf1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/uaammFLj6ow/102_0151_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="6"&gt;More Chickens&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY3rZAeiI/AAAAAAAAATU/IV1Gf9GnTQw/s1600-h/102_0152%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0152" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="316" alt="102_0152" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY3xjniKI/AAAAAAAAATY/evRPWGhcmDE/102_0152_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="6"&gt;Thirsty?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY4YWDj6I/AAAAAAAAATc/fshz65SRLjY/s1600-h/102_0153%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0153" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="317" alt="102_0153" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY41MfkOI/AAAAAAAAATg/uGaxkc5ik9M/102_0153_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="540" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="5"&gt;Syrup, Grits and Corn Meal…Oh My!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY5LsprFI/AAAAAAAAATk/CCTp6YtNRlE/s1600-h/102_0155%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0155" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="299" alt="102_0155" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY5vgiWKI/AAAAAAAAATo/lT3uSRMmfJo/102_0155_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="5"&gt;The absolute BEST peach Ice Cream&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY6K-doEI/AAAAAAAAATs/rxXDvaAromA/s1600-h/102_0157%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0157" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="337" alt="102_0157" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY6dBf6PI/AAAAAAAAATw/e--vqdzgt2Q/102_0157_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="550" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="6"&gt;Brought peaches home&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY6-nEpvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Lp63Ql7JK-4/s1600-h/102_0158%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0158" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="378" alt="102_0158" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY7bOdX6I/AAAAAAAAAT4/MmcpLe3sJYc/102_0158_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY7tC40LI/AAAAAAAAAT8/rDYdJC1VM0c/s1600-h/102_0161%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0161" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="463" alt="102_0161" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEY8JzswMI/AAAAAAAAAUA/8pjJZWIYMHI/102_0161_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" size="6"&gt;Pretty Bouquet&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Rockwell" size="3"&gt;It really was a fun little trip. It was very inexpensive as well. In a few hours we will fire up the grill. Tonight to continue the summer celebration it is grilled chicken, corn-on-the-cob, zipper peas (from market), potato salad, and peach cobbler. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Rockwell" size="3"&gt;Check back later for Take 2!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Segoe Print" size="3"&gt;What are some fun and inexpensive ways you can celebrate summer with your family? Are any attractions close to your home? Share with us what you can do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Script" size="6"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-6257478383787388826?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6257478383787388826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/celebrating-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6257478383787388826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6257478383787388826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/celebrating-summer.html' title='Celebrating Summer'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TCEYyFSPmJI/AAAAAAAAASo/11NIKowFVDw/s72-c/102_0139_thumb%5B50%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-3438144106632676376</id><published>2010-06-22T08:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T08:18:31.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has been hard for me the past few days. My hubby has been gone from home 3.5 out of 4 days. I have found myself becoming lonely and bored. I have worked, cleaned the house, watched movies and tv shows, read, cut the grass, cleaned off the porch, had lunch with a friend, and even gone out of town.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, a void has still been in my heart amid all those activities. I have MISSED my hubby. I have missed seeing him, hugging him, kissing him, talking to him, and working together on things with him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Loneliness is not any fun. Mix with it the fact that I am not 17 anymore and cant just call up my girlfriend for a 4 hour conversation. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Why? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All of my girlfriends have husbands, children, and busy schedules.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Also add to it that I have no children. My poor doggy has had to take over that role. (I’ve even been cuddling him like a baby and talking ooey gooey to him) Sanity Check&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On the flip side…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; enjoyed the house remaining clean. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; enjoyed eating only what I want to eat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; enjoyed having a king size bed all to myself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; enjoyed quiet time with the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So how come I have been lonely? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage=Genesis+2%3A18"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Genesis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2:18 ESV Then the Lord God said, “It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him.”&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay, I am not a man obviously. But this verse definitely applies to me lately. My husband is my helper. He helps me by listening, counseling, sharing, laughing, talking, working, resting, and sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have learned that the high I get from being able to do all those things I mentioned above is quickly replaced after several days of alone time. I begin to desire my hubs companionship and his nasty clothes strewn on the floor. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We need someone to walk through life with who inspires us, challenges us, helps us, and loves us in a different way from the rest of the people in our world. For those of us who are married, it should be our husband. (For those who God does not design a marriage for, He replaces that void with another form of companionship)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It is not good that we should be alone…I have learned that. And no, man is not good without woman…that is why God made us beautiful creatures…but I have also learned that just as I am my husbands helper, my husband is &lt;strong&gt;my helper&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How do you deal with loneliness?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-3438144106632676376?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3438144106632676376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/dealing-with-loneliness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3438144106632676376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3438144106632676376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/dealing-with-loneliness.html' title='Dealing with Loneliness'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-8246302925800637292</id><published>2010-06-21T12:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:08:30.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have another guest contributor today; Rachael Sumner. She sent over an awesome devo about the fruits of the Spirit. Enjoy this good read and great reminder!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the sinful nature with its passions and desires. Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit. Let us not become conceited, provoking and envying each other.&amp;quot; Galatians 5:21-26&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fruit salad is so refreshing. All of those different kinds of fruit, which are good on their own, are delicious and sweet when they are mixed together. Lately I've been thinking a lot about the Fruits of the Spirit and what a difference it makes when I consciously apply all of them to my life. It's like making a fruit salad. Take any one of those traits by themselves and it is a good thing, but put them all together, and life is sweet; refreshing. That refreshment comes from the Holy Spirit when we are walking in the ways of the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I once heard someone say that love and self-control are the bookends of these traits. It isn't easy to have joy, peace, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, and gentleness without love and self-control. When we love others, so many times that love manifests itself in ways that demonstrate joy or peace or kindness. And if we don't have self-control, it is difficult to show the other fruits as well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Message translation says, &amp;quot;But what happens when we live God's way? He brings gifts into our lives, much the same way that fruit appears in an orchard—things like affection for others, exuberance about life, serenity. We develop a willingness to stick with things, a sense of compassion in the heart, and a conviction that a basic holiness permeates things and people. We find ourselves involved in loyal commitments, not needing to force our way in life, able to marshal and direct our energies wisely.&amp;quot; We are treating others the way Christ would have us to treat them, living a life of integrity with Christ-like principles, and God rewards us for it. He brings gifts into our lives and blesses us beyond measure. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It isn't always easy though. There are times when I am not patient or kind and I don't always show self-control. I am a work in progress but it has to be a conscious decision on my part to demonstrate these traits. It doesn't come all at once and God doesn't ask that we do it alone. He is there to help refine us and help us to become more like Him, if only we ask. Today I choose fruit salad. I choose to ask God to help me show others the sweetness and refreshment that can only come from Him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TB-OfUB1vcI/AAAAAAAAASY/7uvmOMuxr-k/s1600-h/rachael%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="rachael" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="rachael" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TB-OfktmlfI/AAAAAAAAASc/8METw5rZn38/rachael_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Rachael Sumner has a wonderful blog where she shares her love for her family and for Christ. Check it out &lt;a href="http://proverbs31iwannabe.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Here&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/374407386975644367-8246302925800637292?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8246302925800637292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/fruit-salad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8246302925800637292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8246302925800637292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/fruit-salad.html' title='Fruit Salad'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TB-OfktmlfI/AAAAAAAAASc/8METw5rZn38/s72-c/rachael_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-7802635744635869727</id><published>2010-06-18T07:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T07:06:27.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fellow Writers; My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am happy to introduce Karen Watkins Hammons to Seeking Peace readers today. I met Karen through Facebook; we both have a few writer friends in common. Karen has really inspired me and she is an amazing woman of God. God has used social media for me as a tool to meet women who encourage me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Karen really shares a GREAT devo today about friends and social networking. She reminds us that while facebooking is cool, we gotta&amp;#160; make sure and leave room for some flesh and blood. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" color="#804040" size="5"&gt;Rachel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="BatangChe" size="6"&gt;Got Twelve?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Friendship. Girl friends. Chicas. Siestas (for you Beth Moore girls). All different words with one meaning. A bond between women that God uses to teach, change, and encourage us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Through the past five years God has used friendships to teach me some life-changing lessons, to have me go through some intense battles, and allowed me to experience indescribable joy and encouragement. And I can only imagine what else He will teach me through friendships.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don't know about you girls, but I LOVE social networking. I live in the middle of it all; Facebook, Twitter, texting, blogging,etc. And it's a great thing. God uses them all to encourage and create some very meaningful relationships. Something I have learned through the social media maze is this; I have lost some of my understanding about friendship. I am not suppose to have thousands of friends. If I desire to live a life that follows in the steps of Jesus, He should be the only one I look to in how to do this thing called friendship. Not Oprah, not Dr. Phil, not even Dr. Dobson. Only Jesus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So what example did Jesus show about this topic? He had the twelve disciples. Out of those twelve He had a core of three. Then there was one who was most dear to Him. That is how we are to live out our friendships. We are to be friendly, kind, caring, compassionate to ALL. But that deep, walking through life kind of friendship needs to be reserved for only a few.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jesus could have had thousands of friends while He was here. But God knew an example was needed to teach His precious, imperfect people how to walk in friendship without losing their minds. So God limited His Son's posse' of friends to twelve.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Does that mean we need to delete all our social media accounts? No. I mean, God could be telling you to cut back or delete some. That's between you and God. But I know for me it means I can't make my world consist of only social media people. I need to connect with real, flesh and blood chicas here in South Carolina. I know that He wants me to keep it balanced. I have “met” some fantastic, amazing, strong, encouraging women of God through social media (like Rachel). If I wasn't in it, I wouldn't have “met” those women that God has used greatly in my life. But don't hide in the social media. I encourage you girls to get out there in your own community to connect with other women. We women need each other on the internet AND in real life. Don't exchange one for the other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Remember your God is enthralled with every, single one of you! Y'all rock!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend.” {Proverbs 27:17}&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBtTMevIyKI/AAAAAAAAARE/k2Y0tZTlcfo/s1600-h/karenprofile12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="karenprofile-1" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="217" alt="karenprofile-1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBtTMt9sj1I/AAAAAAAAARI/hzD4aVxmE9Y/karenprofile1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Karen is a chica from the South who is passionate about Jesus, loves music, pink hair, the color red, and Sonic Happy Hour. She is wife to the man that melts her butter (Danny) and Mom to two wild little boys (Avery and Alex).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She writes at Jesus and Stuff, &lt;a href="http://www.karenhammons.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.karenhammons.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; where it is all about Jesus and everything else is just stuff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Karen has recently started The Offender's Wife ministry. A Christ-centered place with the desire to reach out to wives of accused or convicted sex offenders with encouragement and hope. You can find her talking about hard life topics at &lt;a href="http://www.theoffenderswife.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.theoffenderswife.blogspot.com&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/374407386975644367-7802635744635869727?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/7802635744635869727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-fellow-writers-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7802635744635869727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7802635744635869727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-fellow-writers-my-friends.html' title='My Fellow Writers; My Friends'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBtTMt9sj1I/AAAAAAAAARI/hzD4aVxmE9Y/s72-c/karenprofile1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-6933654154842063642</id><published>2010-06-17T07:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T07:06:28.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bestie; My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so excited to have a guest writer today. It is the first one I have had on my site. This week we have been talking about friendships of all kinds. (see previous posts) However, today’s topic is particularly special to me; Best Friends. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have some VERY close and special girlfriends. Girls in my life who I love completely and who love me as well. My girls are so important to my day to day living. They comfort me, lift me up, make me laugh, and share my tears. I don't know where I would be without my Crystal, Krystal and Loretta. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, there is one in particular that is like a sister to me. One who really is my very best friend. She has been my sidekick since High School. I feel we have a soul connection; she truly is the one who inspires me most &amp;amp; makes my heart soar. I told her the other day “I am so excited I get to share spending eternity with you!” I love you Abby and thanks for sharing with us today!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" color="#804040" size="5"&gt;Rachel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 18:24 NIV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have had many friends in my life to come and go. During my teen years I was never alone. I always had friends to party with and I thought that was all I needed to be happy. I was wrong. This all came to halt one night when I partied a bit too hard. When I came down off the drugs I had taken, I felt overwhelmingly depressed. I woke up alone in a house that I had destroyed. Just eight hours prior, it was full of people, but none that I could call a best friend. Even though she hadn’t been there that night, I knew she’d be there for me when no one else was. Rachel came over that morning to comfort me in that time of deep darkness and I learned an important lesson. &lt;i&gt;“A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer that a brother.” Proverbs 18:24&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecclesiastes 4:10 NIV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If one falls down, his friend can help him up, but pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I believe that it is important to have a fellow believer in Christ as a best friend. As Christians, we go through seasons in our relationship with Christ. Just like the seasons changing over the months, so does our relationship with Him. Sometimes you need a friend in Christ to lift you up. Someone to help you remember the importance of having a relationship with the Lord; Rachel has been that person for me. It can be harder for us to see God’s work when we focus on our worldly views, so when I fall down, I am grateful to have Rachel to pick me back up. Just as scripture says, &lt;i&gt;“If one falls down, his friend can help him up, but pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up.” Ecclesiastes 4:10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Even more crucial than having a best friend, is having one that is a believer. Thank you Rachel, for blessing me with your friendship! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBoBsiGIc2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RNZ8SpUj5rQ/s1600-h/clip_image0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image002" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="132" alt="clip_image002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBoBs7boq5I/AAAAAAAAARA/9A4C1dZMA80/clip_image002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My name is Abby Carter and I live in Loganville, GA where I attend First Baptist Church of Loganville and work for Gwinnett County Courts. I have been married to Chris Carter for ten years and we have a nine year old daughter, twelve year old stepdaughter, and fourteen year old stepson. I have been best friends with Rachel Clark for fifteen years.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-6933654154842063642?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6933654154842063642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-bestie-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6933654154842063642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6933654154842063642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-bestie-my-friend.html' title='My Bestie; My Friend'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBoBs7boq5I/AAAAAAAAARA/9A4C1dZMA80/s72-c/clip_image002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-3714426007792167098</id><published>2010-06-16T07:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T07:14:43.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family; My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A namesake. A sense of belonging. A place that feels like home. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Laughter. Tears. Arguments. Sharing. Comfort. Healing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Only one word wraps all of these beautiful emotions into one…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Edwardian Script ITC" size="6"&gt;Family&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We all have within us a need to belong and be loved. We crave a place where we can be ourselves 100% without fear of rejection. I have that type of relationship within my family. A close family bond that is akin to a beautiful friendship. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Growing up, I never was one that wanted to hang out with the family much. I had more important things to do; more important people to see. I needed to be out in the world and experience life away from    &lt;br /&gt;“rules and regulations.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I have matured, I find there is no other place I would rather be than with my whole family gathered together. Me, my hubby, my parents, my siblings, my niece and nephews, creating memories and living&amp;#160; out traditions. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The relationship I have developed with my loved ones over the past couple of years is one that I will always cherish. There has been no other group of people in my life that has walked hand in hand together through some of our darkest moments like my family. There has been no other group of people in my life who have helped, prayed for, and believed in one another as we have. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Family’s are a blessing. Family is a beautiful thing. &lt;font color="#8080ff"&gt;“&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/in_family_life-love_is_the_oil_that_eases/150703.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#8080ff"&gt;In family life, love is the oil that eases friction, the cement that binds closer together, and the music that brings harmony.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;” (Eva Burrows)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Enjoy your family today! God Bless!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" color="#804040" size="5"&gt;Rachel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Poor Richard" color="#808080" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For whatever reason He sees fit, God gives us the family we have for a reason. I do realize there are those in the world who have no “family.” However, family does not have to be blood. Family can be any one or any group of people where we feel safe and at home. Who is your family and why? Is your “family” your family or your church or friends or co-workers?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-3714426007792167098?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3714426007792167098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-family-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3714426007792167098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3714426007792167098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-family-my-friend.html' title='My Family; My Friend'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-2951008360581971647</id><published>2010-06-15T08:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T08:05:44.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship in Marriage'/><title type='text'>My Husband; My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBdsleeKzeI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-P6Chs86AKU/s1600-h/l_c0ffee64df4431bec82ab07fbb330d435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="l_c0ffee64df4431bec82ab07fbb330d43" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="235" alt="l_c0ffee64df4431bec82ab07fbb330d43" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBdslwtDYDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/SmNXvm9lsc0/l_c0ffee64df4431bec82ab07fbb330d43_t.jpg?imgmax=800" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="3"&gt;One of the deepest and most intimate relationships we will ever have in our life is one with our spouse. My hubby and I were best friends for about a year before we began dating. He pursued me for about 5 months before I gave in and gave him my heart. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="3"&gt;I am so glad that I did! The other day in my pajamas and sporting the bed head with un-brushed teeth he tells me I am beautiful. &lt;em&gt;It doesn’t get any better than that!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="3"&gt;Our relationship with our spouse is one that is definitely unique. There are moments of vulnerability and companionship; trust and arguments; respect and pain. Marriage is definitely work. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="3"&gt;So not the fairytale I believed as a child, young woman, then adult. There are not endless nights of romance. Marriage does not hold days upon days of gazing lovingly into one another's eyes. It does not provide a house full of roses, candlelight and strawberries. There are not hours upon hours of loving conversation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="3"&gt;That is why friendship within our marriage is vitally important for survival. We need this someone we are spending our “forever” with to be a person we can trust, rely on, believe in, and love. We need this person to be someone we can communicate openly with and then together enjoy the most comfortable moments of silence. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="3"&gt;The bond of friendship can’t be formed based on a one-sided decision. Just as with our girlfriends, it requires two people giving. Many marriages fail and none are safe from the enemy. However, they are meant to last and they can last by incorporating God’s principles into our marriage and coming together as “one”. (Ephesians 5:31)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="3"&gt;I am thankful that above all the people in my life, my husband is the best friend that I have. I can go to him about anything and he is there---supporting me, loving me, and helping me grow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="3"&gt;I pray each of you have a friendship wrapped into your relationship with your spouse.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="3"&gt;Share with me how you think friendship plays a role in marriage. Leave your answer in the comments section below.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Angsana New" size="5"&gt;Blessings-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Rage Italic" color="#804040" size="6"&gt;Rachel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-2951008360581971647?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/2951008360581971647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-husband-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2951008360581971647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2951008360581971647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-husband-my-friend.html' title='My Husband; My Friend'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBdslwtDYDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/SmNXvm9lsc0/s72-c/l_c0ffee64df4431bec82ab07fbb330d43_t.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-8455435262251362213</id><published>2010-06-14T07:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T07:42:56.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lord; My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBYVvzLb3QI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kuuCyARCSZo/s1600-h/Christ%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Christ" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Christ" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBYVwCz5uRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/DDj1Vq40VK4/Christ_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greater Love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13 (NIV)       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today is the beginning of friendship week on Seeking Peace. What better way to begin the week than with a walk with my closest friend; Jesus. In a world where loneliness is not far from reach, it is apparent that we need relationships. The greatest relationship I have developed is one with my Lord. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* He is a friend I can tell all my fears to and He will comfort. (Psalm 71:21)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* He is a friend I can share all my problems with and He will listen.(1 John 5: 14-15)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* He is a friend I can come to when I am sick and He will heal.(Exodus 23:25)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* He is a friend I can cry to and He will dry my tears. (Psalm 56:8)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* He is a friend I can seek when I need direction and He will light my way. (Proverbs 3: 5-6)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A friendship with Jesus is the best comfort I could ever hope to find. Best of all, He considers me a close friend, too. Jesus said to His disciples,&amp;#160; “I no longer call you servants…instead I have called you friends.” John 15:15 (NIV) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He is a friend who made the greatest sacrifice; a friend who loves me more than anyone ever could; a friend who knows me inside out; a friend who died for me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greater Love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13 (NIV)      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Best of all, He is a friend who does not play favorites for He has many friends. All of us in Christ are friends. He is mine and He is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;YOURS&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Start off your week excited that you have someone beside you 24/7. You have someone you can call on at 3am that will always answer. You have someone you can cry to, share with, run to, and rest in. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In Christ, you have the best friend of all. We all do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-8455435262251362213?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8455435262251362213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-lord-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8455435262251362213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8455435262251362213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-lord-my-friend.html' title='My Lord; My Friend'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBYVwCz5uRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/DDj1Vq40VK4/s72-c/Christ_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-1141345476923327585</id><published>2010-06-13T20:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:22:12.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBV2MjPZq7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/8f5kV7jsrmA/s1600-h/Coffee%20%26%20Books%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Coffee%20&amp;amp;%20Books" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Coffee%20&amp;amp;%20Books" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBV2M9lNjpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/j80XyaERQY0/Coffee%20%26%20Books_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="3"&gt;Tomorrow on Seeking Peace…Friendship Week starts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="3"&gt;Join me as we celebrate relationships with our Lord, our spouse, our family and friends.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There will be two guest bloggers this week&lt;/em&gt;, so make sure to come back to comment and encourage their choice to share with us. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="3"&gt;Looking forward to hearing about your friendships! Can’t wait. See you tomorrow!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-1141345476923327585?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1141345476923327585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/friendship-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1141345476923327585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1141345476923327585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/friendship-week.html' title='Friendship Week'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBV2M9lNjpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/j80XyaERQY0/s72-c/Coffee%20%26%20Books_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-3415394105484370717</id><published>2010-06-11T07:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T07:44:23.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBIhlN3elAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BA78V_pxmFs/s1600-h/102_0050%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="102_0050" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="334" alt="102_0050" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBIhlfTv-vI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z8N3_6ODMSw/102_0050_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This weekend I encourage you to wake up a little before everyone else in the house does. Grab a devotional or your bible and head outdoors while it is still cool. Listen to the birds sing their morning glory and enjoy God’s word. Grab a cup of coffee or your diet coke and plan to sit awhile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Spend some alone time with God and His creation. I promise it will start your day better than any other way can. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What is your favorite thing about God’s creations?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-3415394105484370717?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3415394105484370717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/beauty-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3415394105484370717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3415394105484370717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/beauty-of-day.html' title='The Beauty of a Day'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TBIhlfTv-vI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z8N3_6ODMSw/s72-c/102_0050_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-6618232283343929516</id><published>2010-06-09T13:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:07:50.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Filled Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TA_KHtC7WoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YT84DXiK8jY/s1600-h/100_1386%20-%20Copy%20-%20Copy%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1386 - Copy - Copy" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="418" alt="100_1386 - Copy - Copy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TA_KYqqHMXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/cTvuYi9q8B8/100_1386%20-%20Copy%20-%20Copy_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="395" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So many of us are experiencing financial hardships right now. I know many women who have been laid off or their spouse has been laid off. It is a scary transition going from the knowledge that your bills can be paid on time to threats of foreclosure, homes selling, moving, no health insurance, etc…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I too experienced this last year. The verse that God always revealed to me was Matthew 6:26. It is so very true. God’s love for us as His children is incomprehensible; that is the beautiful thing about it. We could never measure nor understand it completely. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Because He loves us so, He will take care of us. Let go of control, pray for the fear of the unknown to be released, and allow God to work and move in this situation for you. He will provide a way!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TA_KIxRY-4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/pcv-wjqQXus/s1600-h/cafewfwbuttoncopy%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="cafewfwbuttoncopy" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="233" alt="cafewfwbuttoncopy" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TA_KJaSTBkI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_at41Mrm1gk/cafewfwbuttoncopy_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Baskerville Old Face"&gt;Join other women of Christ for Word Filled Wednesday over at &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://internetcafedevotions.com/2010/06/walking-in-his-ways/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+InternetCafeDevotions+%28Internet+Cafe+Devotions%29" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="Baskerville Old Face"&gt;Internet Cafe Devotions&lt;/font&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/374407386975644367-6618232283343929516?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6618232283343929516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/word-filled-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6618232283343929516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6618232283343929516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/word-filled-wednesday.html' title='Word Filled Wednesday'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/TA_KYqqHMXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/cTvuYi9q8B8/s72-c/100_1386%20-%20Copy%20-%20Copy_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-153368173930447312</id><published>2010-06-09T08:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T08:53:48.221-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bless Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ladies Meeting Ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Calendar'/><title type='text'>Prayer Calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here is a great idea for you to share at your next Ladies Meeting:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Create a Prayer Calendar for the month and keep it going as long as you can. This is a great way to bless one another as women.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Here are some tips:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* For each day of the month have a woman request a certain date for prayer. (If they do not have a specific need for a certain date, any date will suffice) For ex. If someone has a doctors apt. on a certain date- put their name on the date of that month. Etc…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Only put one request per day. Providing only one woman per day will allow the women who receive the calendar to focus on that one need several times throughout the day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Make sure you make each lady feel comfortable. Do not go in to too much detail. Women can even request “unspoken”. God knows our hearts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* If you find you have no more requests and 2 or more days left to fill on the calendar; in those dates put “Pray for our Country today” or “Pray for marriages today”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I started my first one this month and e-mailed the request with a “given by date” of three days later. It became full before a full 24 hour period was up. We all need prayer and we all have more going on in our lives than we let anyone know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We need to stand together, pray for one another, and stop the enemy in his track. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you need a template please provide your e-mail in the comments section below and I will get one out to you asap.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-153368173930447312?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/153368173930447312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/prayer-calendar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/153368173930447312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/153368173930447312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/prayer-calendar.html' title='Prayer Calendar'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-3370397344006875945</id><published>2010-06-07T08:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:45:36.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esther'/><title type='text'>Esther 4:14</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello Ladies!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let me encourage you to read the book of &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Esther&amp;amp;version=NIV" target="_blank"&gt;Esther&lt;/a&gt; today. It is a short book in the Bible that packs a lot of power. My favorite verse from Esther comes from &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Esther+4%3A14&amp;amp;version=NIV" target="_blank"&gt;Chapter 4:14&lt;/a&gt;; “Yet who knows whether you have come to the kingdom for such a time as this?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Background:&lt;/strong&gt; Esther was a Jewish girl whose life changed in an instant. She becomes the queen of Persia by winning a so called “beauty contest”. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Haman, one of the King’s men hates Jews. He wants to kill and destroy them. With the King’s permission, Haman sends a decree that all Jews are to be killed. This decree stated Jews, both young and old, little children, and women, in one day were to be destroyed, killed and annihilated. (Esther 3:13)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, Esther, after keeping her family a secret from the King,&amp;#160; makes a bold decision to reveal her family heritage and plead for the King to stop Haman. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Her boldness comes from the Lord. Her cousin (who raised her) says to Esther during this difficult time “&lt;em&gt;Yet who knows whether you have come to the kingdom for such a time as this?&lt;/em&gt;” (Esther 4:14)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I love this verse. We all suffer trials and heartache; fear and conflict. Just because we are Christians, we are not guaranteed a life free from torment. Whatever it we are going through, it is for a reason. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Among fear for her people, her cousin and herself, she makes a bold choice to save her people. With the possibility of “what could happen” playing in her mind- her cousin sends her this message for encouragement.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can our lives relate to Esther? How can our circumstances change for the better? How can we see that maybe where we are at during trials may just be because we came to this place for “Such a time as this?” A time to make a bold choice! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Share your thoughts with me in the comments section below.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-3370397344006875945?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3370397344006875945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/esther-414.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3370397344006875945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3370397344006875945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/esther-414.html' title='Esther 4:14'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-830642473241573231</id><published>2010-06-01T15:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:48:32.404-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Post Abortion Syndrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abortion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel&apos;s Vineyard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>It may shame you-but don’t judge her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To think about after reading: If you are interested in helping women who are suffering please contact me below in the comments section or at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:butterflyblue1116@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;butterflyblue1116@yahoo.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I have information that includes how to help women, spread the word on getting help, and making care gifts to send to women who attend “Rachel’s Vineyard” retreats. Thank you! (Please note: I am not affiliated with Rachel's Vineyard- we just happen to share the same first name)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is a word that scares many Christian women. With it comes a label that is inescapable. It is a secret so large that most women who do it, never tell a soul. They will live with it for their entire life. This decision was made out of fear, uncertainty, bad advice, and lies from the enemy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abortion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are Christian women who have at one point or another stood on a very thin line. A line between right and wrong. They have been subjected to make a decision that would forever alter the course of their life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A teenager who does not want to shame her family, chose it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman who has been sexually assaulted, chose it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman who believed it was a woman’s choice, chose it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman who was not a Christian at the time, chose it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman who felt she had no other options, chose it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This choice then turned out to be a sin that was not easy to seek forgiveness for. It became a sin that she found would never leave her thoughts. She labeled herself a murderer, unforgivable, shameful, a bad mother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to abortionno.org and The Alan Guttmacher Institute and Planned Parenthood's &lt;i&gt;Family Planning Perspectives.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Women identifying themselves as Protestants obtain 37.4% of all abortions in the U.S.; Catholic women account for 31.3%, Jewish women account for 1.3%, and women with no religious affiliation obtain 23.7% of all abortions. 18% of all abortions are performed on women who identify themselves as "Born-again/Evangelical".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though these statistics are high, we do not see churches or Christians in most communities offering help for women who made a decision; chose a path she now wholeheartedly and shamefully regrets. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is forced to carry this burden alone. She is afraid that she will be rejected by her Church family if she seeks help. She is frightened that if anyone ever found out, her Christianity would be questioned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am writing this devotion today because I hear and see Christian women demeaning and judging other Christian women who had an abortion. It does not matter if this woman has changed her life, or now is Pro-Life, or hurts so deeply she wishes she could erase this mistake. It does not matter that she is shamed, the silence that answers her cry for help only makes the heartbreak deeper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the one sin she will forever judge herself for. She has no need to receive the judgment from anyone else. Here is what she may go through because of her guilt and shame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guilt, Anxiety, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Psychological “Numbing”, Abortion Re-Experiencing, Anniversary Attacks, Survival Guilt, Eating Disorders, Interruption of the bonding process with present and/or future children, Alcohol and drug abuse,Other self-punishing or self-degrading behaviors, Brief reactive psychosis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even as I type this, because I know certain women who are unable to bear children that have never had an abortion and I have heard their unforgiving views on women who made that mistake, it makes me fear being judged for bringing this to light. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But as Christians we are called to help those in need. A Christian who chose a path that was covered in sin is no less of a woman because of it. We all sin. We all fall short of the glory of God. Jesus death on the Cross was a cover for the mistakes we ALL make. The sin we ALL have in our lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are a woman who suffers from the guilt and shame of having had an abortion, I want to pray for you. You may privately contact me via e-mail at &lt;a href="mailto:butterflyblue1116@yahoo.com"&gt;butterflyblue1116@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a site that I would love for you to check out by clicking on &lt;a href="http://www.rachelsvineyard.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Rachel's Vineyard&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a book that you can order to read to receive help from your pain by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Her-Choice-Heal-Spiritual-Emotional/dp/1564767345" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To women who have had an abortion&lt;/strong&gt;: There is healing from this pain. As a Christian, you know God’s promises for you. Your sin is no greater than any other sin. King David was a murderer, an adulterer and more. God called him a man after His own heart. (Acts 13:22)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have not accepted Christ as your Savior, please know there is healing through Him. If you have questioned or “toyed” with the idea of believing but feel you are unworthy, you are not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Romans 3:23 (NIV) for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John 3:16 (NIV) For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son,&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To women and men who create judgment on women who had an abortion&lt;/strong&gt;: Open your hearts and your arms. Show her that she is lovable and worthy. Treat her as God would; with a forgiving heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-830642473241573231?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/830642473241573231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-may-shame-you-but-dont-judge-her.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/830642473241573231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/830642473241573231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-may-shame-you-but-dont-judge-her.html' title='It may shame you-but don’t judge her.'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-8366665233853400883</id><published>2010-05-27T19:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:55:46.982-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion for Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='direction'/><title type='text'>Waiting, but think I require more patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel a calling in my heart to serve God more. To make better use of my time witnessing, sharing, writing, giving, and/or volunteering. To be involved in something great with other Christians, united…for Christ. This inside of me is so strong that I fear I am drowning out the direction He is wanting me to take with the thoughts racing in my head.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have you ever been there? Have you ever had a deep passion within your heart to do something but just didn’t know what direction to take or how to get there gracefully?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My heart tells me that God will open the right door for me, and I BELIEVE that 100%. I also need to be honest and say waiting is hard because this feeling is pulling and tugging and has been for a while now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Share with me a time you felt God’s calling in your life to lead, serve, witness, minister to women, move, take a new job, start a family, give financially, etc….but you weren’t sure how to start. Or how you had to wait for Him to lead you there and not let the noises drown Him out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave you answer in the comment section below.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-8366665233853400883?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8366665233853400883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/waiting-but-think-i-require-more.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8366665233853400883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8366665233853400883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/waiting-but-think-i-require-more.html' title='Waiting, but think I require more patience'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-1692038030148158765</id><published>2010-05-26T15:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:47:33.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 2010 Giveaways'/><title type='text'>June Giveaways and Sites</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Iskoola Pota" size="3"&gt;Who doesn’t love to get stuff for free? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Iskoola Pota" size="3"&gt;I know it isn’t June yet, but I got a little excited about these giveaways that I wanted to proceed with sharing them since the deadlines occur prior to the end of June. Besides, it’s close enough to June.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;From Christianbook.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/giveaway/1074093626?code=Nel_Whatmore510" target="_blank"&gt;Nel Whatmore Set&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/giveaway/1074093626?code=021260" target="_blank"&gt;Christianity: The First Three Thousand Years&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/giveaway/1074093626?code=Ahava_Giveaway" target="_blank"&gt;Ahava SkinCare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Iskoola Pota" size="3"&gt;Keep coming back to check for more giveaway posts this month.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-1692038030148158765?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1692038030148158765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/june-giveaways-and-sites.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1692038030148158765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1692038030148158765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/june-giveaways-and-sites.html' title='June Giveaways and Sites'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-8201165340179844602</id><published>2010-05-25T18:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:35:56.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colossians 2:8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Politeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conform to World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfortable Christians'/><title type='text'>Too Comfortable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;We should not gravitate towards what WE find comfortable in our relationship with Christ. God’s word does not change, has not changed and will not change. His promises and consequences remain true throughout our time on earth. Yes, God is a loving God but He is also a jealous God. He is the same yesterday, today and forever. The same God who &lt;strong&gt;hated&lt;/strong&gt; all sin still &lt;strong&gt;hates&lt;/strong&gt; all sin. We must not get too comfortable that we conform to a “religion” that highlights what we want to believe and shadows what we don’t want to face as truth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Corbel" size="4"&gt;I pray I never become too comfortable in my relationship with God that:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I stop growing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I slowly become like the world&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I focus on the churchy aspect of Christianity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I forget to share the consequences of a life lived without a true relationship with Christ as I witness&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Corbel" size="4"&gt;I pray I never become too comfortable in my relationship with God that:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I expect to receive and not give&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I get caught up in the drive and not the focus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I make it about me and not about Him&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I wont be challenged to go farther and deeper&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I start to compare my walk with Him to other believers walk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I am afraid that we pick and choose bible verses to read, share and use as a witness that make us feel safe politically and socially. Ones that won’t offend.&amp;#160; As Christians we are called to warn unbelievers of the consequences of living a life separate from God. And we are to hold accountable our brothers and sisters in Christ if we see they are conforming to a misleading philosophy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be careful not to let anyone rob you of this faith through a shallow and misleading philosophy. Such a person follows human traditions and the world’s way of doing things rather than following Christ&lt;/em&gt;. Colossians 2:8 (God’s Word Translation)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-8201165340179844602?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8201165340179844602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-comfortable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8201165340179844602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8201165340179844602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-comfortable.html' title='Too Comfortable'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-6587118758557709706</id><published>2010-05-24T18:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:34:55.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S_r-5aKC_DI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8xCTCviDWf4/s1600-h/coffee%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="coffee" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="178" alt="coffee" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S_r-5xhq4AI/AAAAAAAAAPs/uXdL7m4EMlM/coffee_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#400000" size="4"&gt;Proverbs 12:25 “Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs him down, but a good word makes him glad.” (ESV)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#400000" size="4"&gt;We all need to relax and unwind from time to time. So tell me, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva" color="#400000" size="4"&gt;What is your favorite flavor of coffee and/or your favorite book of all time?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Papyrus" color="#400000"&gt;Leave your answer in the comments section below.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-6587118758557709706?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6587118758557709706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/favorites-to-relax.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6587118758557709706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6587118758557709706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/favorites-to-relax.html' title='Unwind'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S_r-5xhq4AI/AAAAAAAAAPs/uXdL7m4EMlM/s72-c/coffee_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-549005553708256566</id><published>2010-05-22T17:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T17:40:23.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awe and Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: arial narrow"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I awoke to a gorgeous day. The sun shining brighter than I have seen in a while, plants dark green in color, birds singing their joyful songs, flowers and berries in bloom.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: arial narrow"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Even my pets seemed to feel that peace was a gift today. They have been extremely lazy and I have found it quite adorable. They have just “plopped down” wherever their lazy feet could no longer carry them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: arial narrow"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Inspired by God’s creations, I grabbed my camera and set off on an adventure. I wanted to capture the peace, beauty, and unique art that we so often miss.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-family: bookman old style"&gt;My Beloved Pets Taking it Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S_hOPCippyI/AAAAAAAAANI/zi2a89z8ZQw/s1600-h/Ferguson%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Ferguson" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="286" alt="Ferguson" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S_hOPZM6bGI/AAAAAAAAANM/hE44Ij2vGbo/Ferguson_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S_hOQeuNBCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/oymPq3Fd5lI/s1600-h/Tucker%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Tucker" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="309" alt="Tucker" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S_hOQvsl_iI/AAAAAAAAANU/fK6DF2jm34g/Tucker_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S_hORZcuanI/AAAAAAAAANY/IwwlovrsqMI/s1600-h/Porter%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Porter" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="287" alt="Porter" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S_hOSHp0D6I/AAAAAAAAANc/nde-B5VKEnk/Porter_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-family: bookman old style"&gt;My Nature Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S_hOSnt-N8I/AAAAAAAAANg/mDbT7AqljIY/s1600-h/100_1352%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1352" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="290" alt="100_1352" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S_hOS-ZUt2I/AAAAAAAAANk/oyr4R6EzP7o/100_1352_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: arial narrow"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Thanks for letting me share these photos with you. I had to limit the number I displayed on here as I took over 100 pictures today. But, these are some of the highlights.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: arial narrow"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;God is awesome, isn’t He? He is so worthy of praise!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: edwardian script itc"&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/374407386975644367-549005553708256566?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/549005553708256566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/awe-and-wonder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/549005553708256566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/549005553708256566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/awe-and-wonder.html' title='Awe and Wonder'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S_hOPZM6bGI/AAAAAAAAANM/hE44Ij2vGbo/s72-c/Ferguson_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-8026603206106657893</id><published>2010-05-20T07:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:53:35.086-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Trusting through Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bodoni MT Condensed" size="5"&gt;Psalm 40:1 “I waited patiently for the Lord; He turned to me and heard my cry.(NIV)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t know about you, but patience is not that easy for me. We all have seasons where we are required to wait on the Lord. Wait for an anticipated pregnancy, wait for a job, wait for a raise, wait for healing, wait for a way out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;During our season of waiting, we cry out to the Lord and feel as though He is not hearing us because it seems His response is taking longer than WE planned for it to take. However, God is always faithful. He will provide and hear our cry. He will answer our prayer one way or another. And when that time comes, it will be at “just the right time.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To wait patiently requires trust. Trusting God’s word and His promise that He will provide an answer. Trusting that which is asked for in prayer, believing; it will be given. (Matthew 21:22)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And when God does answer prayer, in whatever way He sees fit, it will bring with it more blessing than we could have ever imagined. So while waiting; trust His word and have patience, knowing in the end His outcome will supersede our plans.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-8026603206106657893?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8026603206106657893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/trusting-through-patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8026603206106657893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8026603206106657893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/trusting-through-patience.html' title='Trusting through Patience'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-8246287526644107727</id><published>2010-05-19T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:12:38.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News and Good News</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, I wanted to start a site where I could connect with women of all ages and races coming together with one common goal; to glorify Christ. A place where we could share what God is doing in our lives. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I began &lt;a href="http://www.allforChrist.ning.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#400000"&gt;www.allforChrist.ning.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; several months ago and it has been a great place to meet new women. I have really enjoyed the conversations, pictures, videos and blogs we all shared.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, Ning is setting the site up where members must pay. It is just not within my budget to do so at this time. So, I have asked all the ladies from Ning to come on over to Seeking Peace and sign up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I feel in a way that this is better because it eliminates having too many sites to make sure are running properly and being updated. So this site will remain what it has always been and will have more added.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I want women to sign up and feel free to discuss, ask questions, share and get to know one another. I will still allow blog posts from others and will approve them and have a “featured blogger for the day” section. So please ladies, still feel free to share. My contact information for questions or blog submissions is &lt;a href="mailto:butterflyblue1116@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#400000"&gt;butterflyblue1116@yahoo.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you were not a previous member of allforChrist that doesn’t mean you can’t join us now. Please sign up and we’ll get started! The Ning site will be deleted the first of July. If you are a previous member…WELCOME and thanks for coming over.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To begin our process and start sharing..please leave a comment on the following so we can get to know one another and new members. Thanks, Welcome, and God Bless!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT" color="#ff00ff" size="3"&gt;“God’s creations appease all senses. Besides touch… smell is an amazing gift. It can evoke memories, brighten our day, and calm us down. What is your favorite scent?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-8246287526644107727?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8246287526644107727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-news-and-good-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8246287526644107727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8246287526644107727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-news-and-good-news.html' title='Bad News and Good News'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-5974611486661419810</id><published>2010-05-19T19:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:55:00.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May Giveaways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Giveaways'/><title type='text'>Giveaways</title><content type='html'>I.LOVE.BLOGS!&lt;br /&gt;I.LOVE.CHRISTIAN.BLOGS!&lt;br /&gt;I.LOVE.GIVEAWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some great giveaways on Christian blogs and websites this month that I want to share with you all. Simply follow the links below and enter to win some fabulous pure, clean, Christian items! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Sorry-for some reason I am having trouble linking the websites-so copy and paste them into your web browser)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have done that, if you happen to win anything...make sure to hit me back here on this post in the comments section! Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book Giveaway &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://andrealschultz.blogspot.com/2010/05/present-perfect-finding-god-in-now-by.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CD Giveaway &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ktfproductions.com/productions/television/christian-music-videos/cd_giveaway.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book Giveaway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://myheartbelongs2books.blogspot.com/2010/04/gods-truth-revealed-by-kathy-howard.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://wahmblog.info/2010/05/07/valerieeddygiveaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-5974611486661419810?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5974611486661419810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/giveaways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5974611486661419810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5974611486661419810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/giveaways.html' title='Giveaways'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-5019337987391995703</id><published>2010-05-15T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:56:24.831-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circumstances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Getting There</title><content type='html'>It happened. I am kind of surprised that it waited as long as it did. 2010 so far has been a year for me that will NEVER be forgotten! Since the first of the year, it has been one thing after the next; stress, pain, heartache, frustration, sickness, doubt and worry. Today, my limit was reached. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;HAD&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;BREAKDOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I locked myself in my room, laid my head on my pillow and cried and screamed…then cried and screamed some more. I couldn’t breathe, my eyes were almost swollen shut, I had to stick my head in the freezer to calm down. It was just that bad. After 45 minutes of tantrum…I remembered to ask God for help. I was so far gone that I didn’t even think to pray. How crazy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I could finally talk about how overloaded I was, something hit me. A voice said to me, (besides the bad and ugly circumstances) Rachel, I am giving you what you asked me for. You don’t get to choose how you receive it, but My ways are better than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have been praying for God to teach me how to be a better Christian, wife, daughter, sister, aunt, granddaughter, niece and friend. I guess I figured I was just supposed to wake up one day and be all of those things. I guess I was not thinking that how we deal with circumstances and the fact we have to face trial is what makes us stronger and gives us character. It is how we are shaped. And trials are  what teach us to lean solely on God and allow Him to mold us into what we need to become. To allow Him to make us stronger through the hard and difficult times so that when we come out on the other side, we are more mature in our faith and our character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“To be a better Christian”: &lt;/strong&gt;God has shown me that this world will turn against you in a split second. That you cannot rely on man to save you or bring you perfect peace and safety. The only one you can trust wholeheartedly is God. The only one you can consistently rely on to make the impossible, possible…is God.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“To be a better Wife”:&lt;/strong&gt; My husband has been such a good spouse that it has made me want to be a better wife. He has been right beside me, loving and supporting me, through all we have been through with one another and with family. It has strengthened my desire to be the biblical and Godly wife I am to be, because he has set such an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Daughter, Sister, Aunt, Granddaughter, and Niece”:&lt;/strong&gt; With the surgeries, sicknesses, and heartaches my family has faced recently, I have been called to be there for my family in ways I never had to be before. I have needed to grow up fast. Old relationships have been restored. New relationships have grown. Current relationships have strengthened. I have learned to lean on my family for support and they have learned that they can lean on me. These relationships have enriched and blessed my life. They have helped me to grow and mature as a woman over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“To be a better friend”:&lt;/strong&gt; I have been able to be there for a few friends in the midst of deep trouble. I have been a person they have turned to for help and prayer. I have cried, shared, and prayed with these women. In turn, I have gained everlasting bonds with beautiful Christian ladies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It never would have occurred to me in the midst of my breakdown today that over the past 5 months, my prayers were being answered. When I began to calm down and listened to the voice in my spirit, I realized I was being shaped into the woman I desired to be. God has a way of His own to shape and mold us. We ask Him for things, and sometimes we don’t receive it. That is honestly because God knows it is not good for us. However, there are times we do receive it…just not as we expected we would. Even though this road and this journey has been long and hard; and although there is still more to come, I am thankful for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These trials have allowed me to be able to trust, rely, lean and count on God and those closest to me in my life. It did not come the way I thought…all packaged neatly with a beautiful ribbon. However, “…My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord” Isaiah 55:6 (King James)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank God for that! Because if it were up to me, I would have never gotten around to beginning the process of being the woman I want to be. God had to lead me through it to take me there. And best of all, I am still not complete. I want to keep growing in Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-5019337987391995703?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5019337987391995703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5019337987391995703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5019337987391995703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-there.html' title='Getting There'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-8842874814878052725</id><published>2010-05-09T10:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:46:31.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S-bKY9FhjcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/DkndsP3wO3c/s1600/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S-bKY9FhjcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/DkndsP3wO3c/s200/hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469281327551450562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I can’t understand why someone would not need you in their life. It is incomprehensible to me how anyone can walk their day to day life without you near to them. You provide peace through fear. You give love to cancel out hatred. You set the example of a life to lead; a life that is good. You provide a heart that heals.&lt;br /&gt;As a Christian, the path I am to take is for my benefit. I see that helping others not only blesses you and them…but also, me. I understand that sharing you with others is necessary to plant seeds. I know that following your commandments not only honors you, but helps me. &lt;br /&gt;When I fail, you pick me up. When I am afraid, you bring security. When I am hurt, you give peace. When I am tired; rest. You show me right from wrong. It is ingrained within me to hate evil and love good. The peace that comes from that knowledge cannot be described in words. &lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to show others, You! Give me a heart that thirsts to know you more. Give me knowledge to separate the world’s views from your views. For I know that it is within gaining your understanding of this life, that the next to come depends on my trust and faith in you. Keep me humbled and not proud or boastful when it comes to my relationship with you. Never let me get too far removed from your hand that I slip away. Lead me closer each day to you and your safe haven. Teach me to give you constant honor and glory; to lead a selfless life…putting you first and others second. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for allowing me to grow up in an environment where I can distinguish in my adult life the gift you afforded me as a child. The gift of a Christian home, the freedom to worship, and the knowledge that I can never do anything that you won’t forgive me of when I ask.&lt;br /&gt;I love you and your beautiful spirit. Again, help me to lead others to know what joy there is with you. To see this world has nothing for us that compares to the majesty of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus Name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-8842874814878052725?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8842874814878052725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8842874814878052725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8842874814878052725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-prayer.html' title='My Prayer'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S-bKY9FhjcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/DkndsP3wO3c/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-623011006119943346</id><published>2010-05-06T19:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:15:23.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HA! HA! HA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S-NNNU5YPEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/JH0fERAJYK0/s1600/PIC_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S-NNNU5YPEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/JH0fERAJYK0/s200/PIC_0368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468299263900924994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like a prescription for free medicine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where you can receive the best medicine at no expense to you. The bible is filled with information on any topic you can imagine. So it isn’t surprising that God shows us where we can receive an amazing antidote to our problems and health concerns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 17:22 (NLV) A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit saps a persons strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all heard the sayings:&lt;br /&gt;“Laughter is good for the soul”&lt;br /&gt;“Laughter is the best medicine”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Webmd.com and several interviewed researchers, laughter and exercise are similar. William Fry stated that it took him ten minutes on a treadmill for his heart rate to reach the same level after only one minute of hearty laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Talk about a great way to burn fat. But research also shows there are other benefits from laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• better sleep(which helps improve the immune system)&lt;br /&gt;• reduced anxiety&lt;br /&gt;• lowered risks of heart attacks&lt;br /&gt;• natural energy (can stop buying energy drinks)&lt;br /&gt;• pain reduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you really think about laughter, there are some other amazing benefits. Whenever I am talking with a girlfriend and we begin to crack-up over something the other said I immediately feel lighthearted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find myself laughing with my husband, I feel connected to him in a different and very healthy way. Most times it leads to inside jokes that only we know the meaning behind that we use during stressful times or even in public; just to get a kick out of others reactions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with my family brings a sense of closeness. Whether it is sharing stories from our past or laughing at someone (99.99% of the time, me) at the dinner table, there is a connection there that can only come with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who we are laughing with, a bond is shared between us at that very moment; happiness, a sense of freedom, no inhibitions, and pure joy. Even lasting memories are created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God always knows what is best for us. He knows that a heavy and negative spirit is not good for our soul, mind or even body. Just as a grieving person looks forward to that first laugh after a loss, it is engrained within us to seek out happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So call up your girlfriend, or turn off the tube and snuggle with your hubby, or get the family together. Start talking and sharing. But above all…&lt;strong&gt;just laugh&lt;/strong&gt;! It’s good for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-623011006119943346?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/623011006119943346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-ha-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/623011006119943346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/623011006119943346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-ha-ha.html' title='HA! HA! HA!'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S-NNNU5YPEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/JH0fERAJYK0/s72-c/PIC_0368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-3567365162365400730</id><published>2010-04-24T11:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:10:59.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Bearing Tree</title><content type='html'>The faith of our fathers was founded in patience. They knew what it meant to grow in Christ and allow Him to fertilize their spirituality. They waited in prayer as the Lord began producing fruit one at a time. They did not try to focus on how much fruit they would receive, rather, they looked to the root; to the foundation. They recognized when God had not allowed them knowledge in certain areas of their faith, and they patiently waited on His timing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many Christians today do the same thing. Or how many of us jump ahead in an area of faith we are not comfortable with and then become despondent with the results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that even though God is pleased with my passion to witness for Him in an area I am not equipped with and that He smiles at my efforts even when I fall short, I recognize now that if I share what He has brought me through; something I have experienced firsthand with Him, that results will fabricate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is similar to my passion for cooking. I could teach you how to make lasagna that will melt in your mouth from memory. I know you would love it because I am experienced in it and have tried it. However, I can’t teach you how to make a Bolognese Chicken Pot Roast and guarantee you’ll love it without knowledge of the recipe and experiencing it first myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing God with others is a passion. I want to set the world on fire for Him. I want to be the one person who encourages others to vow to change the world. Passionate to share the joy and peace only He can provide to the heartbroken and weary. I remain fervent to show negativity the beauty of hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in certain areas, I try to rush my growth in Christ. I think my spirituality should be as strong as the woman whose walk with the Lord is deeper than mine. I find at times I cannot wait with patience for the fruit of my tree to appear. I stand by and watch it, willing it to produce. Instead of being concerned with the root and its protection, I see that I am expecting branches weighted with production well before its time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 3 “He shall be like a tree...that brings forth its fruit “&lt;em&gt;in its season&lt;/em&gt;”…and whatever he does (&lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt;) shall prosper.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All too many times I see where I am rushing ahead of Christ. I want to talk with someone about their problems and steer them on the right course, when I am not well equipped to handle their situation because God has not led me down that path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No danger of frost. Well drained; soil that is not water logged. Direct sunlight in warm conditions; providing sufficient room to grow. Only clean roots, clean soil and fresh water in the beginning. Removing all damaged or rotted roots prior to planting.&lt;/em&gt;  The root of the tree is where it all begins. It provides a foundation for growth. Protection and proper conditions are essential for the basis. A good fruit bearing tree will not thrive without the proper edification from the root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…but great and sturdy souls withal who managed to achieve satisfying spiritual experience and do a lot of good in the world in spite of their handicaps…” (From The Best of Tozer compiled by Warren Wiersbe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great and sturdy soul is one who is relying on the root planted deep in the soil. A greater witness, a more effective helper is one who waits patiently on the Lord to produce the fruit. And there are ways we grow our faith and learn patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must be in God’s word.&lt;br /&gt;Trust Him through our trials.&lt;br /&gt;Recognize our hardships are learning experiences.&lt;br /&gt;Rely on Him to help us produce greater works in His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good life is a fruit bearing tree… Proverbs 30:11. A fruit bearing tree is taken care of and planted firm by the roots, growing and producing each bloom one by one, in its own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S9MJac8gv0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/KPiuIBY-ll0/s1600/fruit-bearing-tree1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S9MJac8gv0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/KPiuIBY-ll0/s200/fruit-bearing-tree1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463721122981789506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-3567365162365400730?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3567365162365400730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/04/fruit-bearing-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3567365162365400730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3567365162365400730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/04/fruit-bearing-tree.html' title='Fruit Bearing Tree'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S9MJac8gv0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/KPiuIBY-ll0/s72-c/fruit-bearing-tree1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-791930779939801392</id><published>2010-04-19T08:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:37:03.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Right to Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S8xNZh4wd_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/x9tkKSCr-_Q/s1600/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S8xNZh4wd_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/x9tkKSCr-_Q/s200/c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461825549082064882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S8xNWA6tV4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/r7Mkk0DTSpw/s1600/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S8xNWA6tV4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/r7Mkk0DTSpw/s200/d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461825488692270978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S8xNRvrgQYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Z6VipB1DlFQ/s1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S8xNRvrgQYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Z6VipB1DlFQ/s200/b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461825415345619330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S8xNNRkAsoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/E5AfGECUCbI/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S8xNNRkAsoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/E5AfGECUCbI/s200/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461825338541650562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today; what is so special about it for me? I rose this morning with a heart full of peace and joy. The sun has been bright all day and the view has been clear and unobstructed. I felt elated in my heart for the chance to worship today. I spoke my love and joy aloud to the Lord and a peace came over me. I took my time this morning, not rushing the day. Avoided the “hurry up, we have to leave or we’ll be late for church” argument. &lt;br /&gt;I felt alive and well as I walked in the double doors. I took my seat and sang my praises to God. My mind was clear from all outside thoughts; “What will we have for lunch?” “Wonder what time is it?” “What other things are on the agenda for today?” I was completely focused on the Word. My mind was free from distraction. As the final prayer closed the sermon, I snuck a peek at the clock to make sure it was really 12:00. Time flew this morning in Church and I honestly was not ready for its end.&lt;br /&gt;I told my husband today how grateful I am to worship Christ. I have the freedom each day to pray as I choose, read Gods word, post blogs and witness via technology, and attend church services. It is a fundamental human right that can easily be taken for granted. Because we live in a country where punishment for our Christian beliefs is not a threat, taking this freedom for granted is a fleeting thought. &lt;br /&gt;But what about those people who are punished for their Christian faith? What about the ones who are experiencing persecution as a daily reality?&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells us that John the Baptist was beheaded for his courageous preaching against King Herod’s disloyal marriage. James, Jesus’ brother was murdered for his unrelenting decision to stand for Christ. King Herod killed James, John’s brother by sword because of his faith; such barbaric acts for that era in our history. Would it surprise you to know that these and harsher kinds of persecutions and horrific acts still occur today? And because they do, what efforts are being done to bring awareness and stop these cruel acts against Christians?&lt;br /&gt;Open Doors USA, is an organization that shares each year a breakdown of countries where being a Christian is a threat to someone’s life. Countries where people are made to leave their homes, kidnapped, threatened with prison or death, under constant surveillance, beaten, sent to labor camps, or executed; all in the name of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;Open Doors provides leadership training, community developments, distribute Bibles and resources to the persecuted, and more. There are many ways that you can become involved with Open Doors. Follow this link to find out more and how you can help. &lt;a href="http://www.opendoorsusa.org/content/category/2/23/153/"&gt;http://www.opendoorsusa.org/content/category/2/23/153/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a list of more organizations serving persecuted Christians, please go to&lt;br /&gt;http://www.persecutedchurch.org/&lt;br /&gt;Remember, just because we have our freedom to pray in public, attend services, hold studies in our homes and share God with others, doesn’t mean there are not those suffering for their beliefs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-791930779939801392?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/791930779939801392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/04/right-to-worship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/791930779939801392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/791930779939801392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/04/right-to-worship.html' title='Right to Worship'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S8xNZh4wd_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/x9tkKSCr-_Q/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-5861273139688393364</id><published>2010-04-14T08:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:36:11.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bursting Forth</title><content type='html'>(In)Courage (www.incourage.me) is running a creative contest this month. It was really fun to be challenged and let my creative juices flow. Some of you may recognize the sonnet below is similar to my post "Lighthearted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote "Lighthearted" the other day out of nowhere and when I saw this opportunity, I just had to use bits of it. I felt so strongly the other day while writing "Lighthearted" not to make it in to a sonnet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting: BURSTING FORTH&lt;br /&gt;fruits; vegetables filling my belly&lt;br /&gt;grilled fish and chicken, gathering loved ones&lt;br /&gt;splashes of lemon with side dishes, green&lt;br /&gt;decadent desserts offering delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flip flops the only defense for my feet&lt;br /&gt;red Georgia clay dusting across my toes&lt;br /&gt;tots in spring attire; little league games&lt;br /&gt;invitation from the suns warmth received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wildflower bouquet in a Mason Jar&lt;br /&gt;a dogwood’s bloom; the reminder of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;sneezes from pollen a musical note&lt;br /&gt;yellows, blues, greens, and reds create contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy of this simplicity more than words&lt;br /&gt;presents completion; He’s Resurrected&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-5861273139688393364?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5861273139688393364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/04/bursting-forth.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5861273139688393364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5861273139688393364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/04/bursting-forth.html' title='Bursting Forth'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-1552757005207196970</id><published>2010-04-04T08:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T08:22:56.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Resurrection?</title><content type='html'>Oh, how selfish am I?&lt;br /&gt;God has taken a hold of my heart this morning to show me how truly selfish I am. I am not in a place in my walk of faith that I need to be. I have worried over things going on in my life that are out of my control. Asking God to take hold, but trying to direct His way. &lt;br /&gt;Worrying over what is mine and things I may loose. Convicted this morning that nothing is mine, it is all His and I have to surrender my everything. Take up my cross and follow Him. He took up His cross and said "My heart is ready, Father." He gave His life so that I could have mine. What an ultimate sacrifice He made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I stumbled across a devotional that touched me in ways I can not express. God led me to a place on His "Resurrection Day" that blindsided me. Thinking and wanting to be inspired by His death and resurrection led me to see what I must do to "die to myself" so that I may be reborn. Honestly, "my heart was not ready" for this. My conviction took hold of my heart and grabbed it like a vice, honest pain surged through me. Pain from shame and fear. Shame, for my actions and the realization that there are times in my life that I do not fully trust. Fear, that I would lose hope should I be called to suffer greatly for my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask that you read the following post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/2010/04/loss-and-resurrection.html"&gt;http://www.incourage.me/2010/04/loss-and-resurrection.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really touched me this morning. It showed me where I fail as a Christian. I am thankful for Christ's ultimate sacrifice and His resurrection that showed me how to really follow Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it show you the things in your life that you need to surrender so you may be resurrected. God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-1552757005207196970?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1552757005207196970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-resurrection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1552757005207196970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1552757005207196970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-resurrection.html' title='My Resurrection?'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-7429467054454971585</id><published>2010-03-31T14:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:07:07.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighthearted</title><content type='html'>Yellows, Blues, Greens, and Reds&lt;br /&gt;With the sun shining and the weather warmer, I am welcoming Spring with a gait in my step. Around me I am seeing the beauty of all of God’s wonderful creations. Grass is turning from dead to alive, flowers are blooming colors all around me, the days are longer and warmer and my heart is lighter.&lt;br /&gt; My “wild” flower bouquet placed in my Mason jar lifts my spirit. The joy of this simplicity is more than I can explain. Sitting in my living room with only my screen door protecting me from the elements outside, keeping the bugs at bay and flooding my home with fresh air and sunshine is refreshing to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S7OOpm2x2wI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1h7T410paDk/s1600/0329101007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S7OOpm2x2wI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1h7T410paDk/s200/0329101007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454860419131890434" /&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;It is bliss with fruits and vegetables filling my belly, grilling fish and chicken and sitting down with family to share a meal. Flip flops as the only protection for my feet, and a splash of orange on my toes to brighten my mood. White tees and blue jeans rolled up, changing my hair color from drab to fab and the desire to get out and walk!&lt;br /&gt;The simple fact that the noises (some funny, some beautiful) of the birds welcoming the day, are not an aggravation as they used to be when I was younger and demanded sleep. Seeing them fight over food and play tricks on one another to get the last bite makes me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;Playing outside with my animals, seeing my nieces and nephews in their spring attire, Little League Baseball games, and red Georgia dirt dusting across my feet brings a smile across my face.&lt;br /&gt;Little girls and boys are running in the yard laughing with fits of sneezes from pollen; the musical selection of nature’s symphony orchestrator. &lt;br /&gt;Most of all, the warmth, the sights and smells, the comfort, the relaxation and the joy in my heart which reminds me of Easter. Dogwoods are in bloom with their little reminders to us of Christ’s crucifixion and the Sun bright and beaming, displaying the fulfillment of His resurrection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S7OOgkG9c6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZqYcOaGM6X8/s1600/6PGND00Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S7OOgkG9c6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZqYcOaGM6X8/s200/6PGND00Z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454860263775630242" /&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are my favorite things about Spring!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-7429467054454971585?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/7429467054454971585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/03/lighthearted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7429467054454971585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7429467054454971585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/03/lighthearted.html' title='Lighthearted'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S7OOpm2x2wI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1h7T410paDk/s72-c/0329101007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-3998463309485188266</id><published>2010-03-22T09:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:59:41.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Speaks</title><content type='html'>She writes, she speaks and she ministers. She allows God to use her through the talents He has given her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I began this blog it was for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. To glorify God&lt;br /&gt;2. To quench the thirst I've had since the age of 10 to write, write, write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am by no means an accomplished writer. However, I express myself best when I write. I am not too great at speaking how I am feeling because when I have emotions, they are too strong to put in to verbal communication. Therefore, I have always written how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;I have this yearning within to get to the place in my life where God is using me through giving. A place to help others, to further His kingdom, and to share my stories the only way I know how...writing! But I would love to learn how to communicate His love verbally, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I stumbled across Proverbs31 Ministries. Most of you know that, for I shared my findings with you. One of the fabulous "events" (if you will) is a conference called She Speaks.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little of the information on the conference I gathered from Proverbs31 website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She Speaks is a life-changing conference for women of every generation seeking to explore the tug on her heart to reach out to the world for Jesus. Through She Speaks, Proverbs 31 Ministries encourages and equips women who are called by God to share our mission to bring God’s peace, perspective and purpose to today’s busy woman. Sharing God’s truth with love is not only a holy calling but a remarkable responsibility. We believe by equipping women to become more effective at sharing the Word of God, we multiply our efforts to reach a hurting world with the life-transforming hope of Jesus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fabulous opportunity has come for me and women like me. A scholarship to attend the She Speaks conference. WOOOHOOO!!!!! An opportunity to learn how to sharpen my writing skills and to gain knowledge on verbally sharing God's love!!! How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am applying for this scholarship due to my current financial state. Followers of my blog have learned a little bit about me over the past year and my situation. For those of you who do not, long story short.&lt;br /&gt;1. Two year tug in my heart to leave my job and stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;2. Prayer and searching for God's guidance opens up a door for my dream to be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;3. Six months later (last Feb.) with economy crash, hubby lost his job. &lt;br /&gt;4. Husband unemployed for 11+ months.&lt;br /&gt;5. A constant giver having to learn to receive...hard lesson.&lt;br /&gt;6. Husband got a job 4 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;7. Trying to catch up on bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....needless to say, I am hoping that if it is God's will, He will allow this chance for me. Who is to say? It could happen. If not, God knows other women who will benefit from it more than I. Either way, it is a great thing those Proverbs 31 staffers are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.proverbs31.org/&lt;br /&gt;http://lysaterkeurst.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-speaks-scholarship-contest.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-3998463309485188266?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3998463309485188266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-speaks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3998463309485188266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3998463309485188266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-speaks.html' title='She Speaks'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-1544090975519751487</id><published>2010-03-16T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:20:15.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When we are wronged</title><content type='html'>Our lives changed in an instant. Out of nowhere; heartache, lies, betrayal and fear gripped our family tight and did not want to let go. I have always heard the saying “Your life can change in an instant.” I have never really known just how drastically that can happen. Someone we loved and cared for, someone we took in to our home and our life, stabbed us in the back and did not stay to clean up the mess. This someone instantly fled and did not look back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I was shocked is putting it mildly. I walked in a living nightmare for weeks, as did my family. As anyone who loves knows, when someone messes with your family, defense mechanisms kick in. Well defensiveness does not come alone. He brings with him a suitcase full of anger, tears, fear and numbness. Every negative emotion that one can feel floods the soul. How dangerous that can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry at this person who attempted to destroy our lives. So angry at the one who trampled on my loved ones heart and attempted to smear their reputation. I wanted to let them have it and have it GOOD! One day I was searching God’s word for direction and His peace since I was not doing too well at getting by on my own. I ran across Matthew 5:44 (ESV) which says “But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” I need to admit that I knew this was not going to be easy. Praying for them was one thing, but love them, too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later I was sitting in church listening to my pastor speak on love. He made several references to God’s commandment for us to love one another. I buckled up, grabbed the pew and held my breath for what I knew God wanted me to hear. My pastor said “When we love God; loving others, even those who persecute us, becomes easier.” What a revelation to me. Of course, I love God. He is my friend and my Savior. Even over the past couple of weeks I never hated this person, but my feelings towards them were less than loving. It made me stop and evaluate the way that I was praying for them. Was it in a loving manner? No, I admit, it was not.&lt;br /&gt;When I prayed for this person I continually prayed for their eyes to be opened to the heartache and tragedy they caused us. I prayed for them to reap the things they sowed in to our lives. I do not personally think that asking the Lord to open their eyes to see what they did is wrong. However, I realized that I was not trusting God’s word when He tells us “Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” (Romans 12:19, ESV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God plainly tells us that He will take care of those who have wronged us and that while He does that; we need to concentrate on loving them.&lt;br /&gt;Leviticus 19:18 ESV ”You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against the sons of your own people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 2:23 ESV / When he was reviled (hated), he did not revile in return; when he suffered, he did not threaten, but continued entrusting himself to him who judges justly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked out of the church that day, I felt more of a peace about the situation than I had in weeks. I knew God wanted me to hear His word that day and it is by no coincidence that my pastor spoke on love in all forms, even towards our enemies. &lt;br /&gt;When we are wronged, it hurts. It cuts deep and the wound feels open and fleshy for a while. It seems that our minds resort to going over and over and over the hurt, the pain, and even replaying the incident. What God showed me further confirms His love for me. God wants us to love those who hate, hurt, and defile us because loving them produces great things.&lt;br /&gt;1.It honors God. It shows Him we trust His word and we love Him.&lt;br /&gt;2.It heals our wounds quicker. It takes the negative and replaces it with peace and positivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure that I will ever fully get to a place in my life where I will forget what happened. However, I am called to love them, pray for them and their salvation and forgive them. It is what God commands we do. He commands it because He loved us enough while we were still sinners to send His son to die for us. I had to learn that God made, loves and died for my persecutor, too.  By loving God and obeying His word, I should have no problem lovingly praying for my persecutor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-1544090975519751487?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1544090975519751487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-we-are-wronged.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1544090975519751487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1544090975519751487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-we-are-wronged.html' title='When we are wronged'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-573969804724935014</id><published>2010-03-12T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:21:05.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>John 6:37 "All those who the Father gives me will come to me. Him who comes to me I will in no way throw out."&lt;br /&gt;God tells us the greatest thing that we can do is to love. And love is a form of acceptance. To love our rowdy neighbor, aggravating relative, unlovable co-worker, and that irritating lady everyone jokes is showing love through Christ. In fact, "love your neighbor" is one of God’s greatest commandments given to us. Our acceptance of others shows the world there is something different about us. It makes people curious. When we are seen talking, hugging or sitting next to the “different” woman/man/child who stumbled in to the school meeting or who we invited to church, it speaks volumes of God’s love. &lt;br /&gt;Jesus accepted everyone. He was seen talking to the woman at the well, who had been married five times and living with a man whom she was not married to. He was seen inviting himself to the house of a tax collector, who by the way was extremely very short.  God even tells us in Hebrews 13:2 - "Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it." &lt;br /&gt;It is important that we are accommodating of all God’s creatures. Acceptance holds great meaning! It shows a great witness to others of God, it gives someone who is “unacceptable” a feeling of worth, and it holds blessings for you! Since we are to be Christ like, we are to be accepting. Jesus touched the untouchable (lepers) and He talked to the unclean (sinners). Jesus is no respecter of persons. To accept everyone, to love the sinner but hate the sin enough to witness; that is being Christ like and radiates God’s love for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-573969804724935014?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/573969804724935014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/03/acceptance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/573969804724935014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/573969804724935014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/03/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-6987194133942089367</id><published>2010-02-18T19:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:54:00.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On a break</title><content type='html'>I am taking a leave from posting blogs here for a while...not really sure when I will return. I am seeking and praying as a lot is going on in my life and I need clarity. I will write more when I feel led by God to do so. It may be in 10 minutes, it may be in 10 weeks...but I wanted to let you all know I am taking a break. God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-6987194133942089367?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6987194133942089367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6987194133942089367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6987194133942089367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-break.html' title='On a break'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-6233563712150989499</id><published>2010-02-01T06:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:52:19.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact or Fiction? You Choose!</title><content type='html'>"I’m just too far out of your league.” “Yes, that dress makes you look fat.” These are just a few of the sayings on the cover of the newly released movie &lt;em&gt;The Invention of Lying.&lt;/em&gt; I grabbed the movie, wanting to check it out and see what a world full of honesty would look like. After reading the description on the back of the cover, I figured it would be a pretty harmless movie because the guy who “invents” lying is described as “creating a world where he could get anything he wants….well, almost anything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured, it would have a great ending showing how lying is wrong. I don’t know what happened at the end because I cut it off half-way through. The movie seemed pretty decent until his mother is dying and to stop her from being fearful of death he “lies” and says that she will not go to a place of nothingness for eternity. Instead she will go to a place where all her loved ones before her have gone and she will live in a mansion. This revelation sparks media frenzy and he is forced to “lie” further and tell the whole world what happens to us after we die…thus creating “heaven and hell.” This movie really burned my buttons and I had to cut it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it did spark a few thoughts in my mind about lying and how dangerous it can really be. Lying can corrupt the true being of who we are. We are given free-will to make decisions concerning our life and how our choices affect the lives of others. Every time we tell a lie, it goes against the morals that are instilled within us. Little white lies can turn in to larger and more harmful lies. At times, our lies can put us in a situation where we are found out and that will make people deem us as less than trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about those harmless lies to make another person feel better? Is that okay? Well, what are our true motives? If we really think about it, lying to make someone feel better about who they are also makes us feel good, as well. It takes the pressure of being put on the spot off of us. We want to be seen as a good person and not someone who is hurtful or rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that occurred in this movie was the constant and unending telling of the truth. Some of the things that were said were absolutely unnecessary. Truth was offered even if a question was never asked. It seems every little thought that came to mind was spit out without regard to the company being kept. Telling the truth to be hateful is just as bad as lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all dislike deception. I love to write and cook. I know that at times neither is perfect or anywhere close to good. I would rather someone speak honestly to me about what I am doing wrong than to ignore it all together. So if I ask, “how was it?” Instead of a simple “Fine!” I want to hear what was wrong so I can improve upon it. Telling the truth can be done harmlessly and with tact. Constantly speaking the truth when not asked for it can make us appear mean or insensitive. But if asked for our honest opinion, we should give it out of love and respect while still regarding ones feelings. Speaking out of love, respecting someone enough to look them in the eyes, giving an example of what we may have done wrong in the past and what we learned from it, and allowing the person time to digest what we have said is better than lying.&lt;br /&gt;Just because we may not like something someone has done it doesn’t mean we dislike the person all together. We can tell the truth in a reverent manner without making someone feel like a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 24:28 tells us “Do not be a witness against your neighbor without cause, And do not deceive with your lips.” Plainly put; don’t lie about something you aren’t sure about and don’t lie when asked for the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-6233563712150989499?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6233563712150989499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/02/fact-or-fiction-you-choose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6233563712150989499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6233563712150989499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/02/fact-or-fiction-you-choose.html' title='Fact or Fiction? You Choose!'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-2331596102089118315</id><published>2010-01-28T18:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:44:18.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Site</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let you all know that I have started a new site. It was started just a few days ago and members are being added daily, so far. It is for women, so go check it out and join us. We will have discussions, share stories, confide in one another and share God's work in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;www.allforchrist.ning.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-2331596102089118315?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/2331596102089118315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-site.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2331596102089118315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2331596102089118315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-site.html' title='New Site'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-4081873760383954505</id><published>2010-01-24T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:43:14.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>I want more. More time, more love, more chocolate, more money, more...more...more. Never satisfied. However, the one thing I am wanting more of lately that is the most satisfying want I have ever had...(that's right...a want that is satisfied in the process of wanting) is more of God. I want more time with Him, more of His love, more of His revelations, more of hearing His voice, more of His direction, more of His peace. So many things I am wanting from Him and seeking and waiting on and I have to say that this is the best and most wonderful want I have ever experienced. &lt;br /&gt;I want to be for Him even an ounce of what He has been for me. I would love to help others, show others His grace and mercy, bless others with His help, be successful for Him. I want to love my husband more for Him, love others more for him, help others more for Him, give of my money and time more for Him and for it to bless Him and glorify Him.&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that I am at this point in my life where I have discovered a want that is satisfying and fulfilling!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-4081873760383954505?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/4081873760383954505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/more.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/4081873760383954505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/4081873760383954505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/more.html' title='More'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-2524407014437535771</id><published>2010-01-22T13:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:03:24.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A guy named David received a parrot for his birthday. The parrot was fully grown, with a bad attitude and worse vocabulary. Every other word was an expletive or rude. David tried hard to change the bird's attitude and was constantly saying polite words, playing soft music, anything he could think of to try and set a good example.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing worked. He yelled at the bird and the bird yelled back. He shook the bird and the bird just got more angry and more rude. Finally, in a moment of desperation, David put the parrot in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;For a few moments he heard the bird squawk and kick and scream. Then suddenly there was quiet. Not a sound for half a minute.&lt;br /&gt;David was frightened that he might have hurt the bird and quickly opened the freezer door. The parrot calmly stepped out onto David's extended arm and said, "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I will endeavor at once to correct my behavior. I really am truly sorry and beg your forgiveness."&lt;br /&gt;David was astonished at the bird's change in attitude and was about to ask what had made such a dramatic change when the parrot continued, "May I ask what the chicken did?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in line the other day at a store, already running a little behind and cutting the time I had to be somewhere really close. It was raining heavily and I knew that I would have to drive slower. Before I had even left my house I prayed for God’s hedge of protection around me as I traveled because the roads were slick and the rain was coming down hard. I had to make an unexpected stop and this stop was going to put me heading to my appointment in an opposite direction than normal. As I stood in line waiting and waiting I grew agitated. It was finally my turn in line and with a sour attitude, I handed my money over to the clerk. By sour attitude, I mean, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t make eye contact, impatience was probably written all over my face and I was a little antsy. I try to always smile and say hello to each person I encounter each day, but today wasn't one of those days. As I was leaving the clerk smiled at me and said “Please drive safe out there” I instantly said “you too…OH! I mean, thank you”&lt;br /&gt;The reason I said “you too” is because I was expecting the normal “have a good day” which produces the same “you too” response each time. Two things happened at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. It came to my attention how aggravated I was minutes before his concerned departing phrase and how silly my irritation really was. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t his fault there was a line a mile long and he was doing the best he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. It really touched me that this person who might not ever see me again was concerned enough about the weather that he wanted me to remain aware and careful so I would be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a better mood; no longer concerned about being a little later than usual, I got in my car and thanked God for the reminder to “drive safe out there.” It also came to my attention that maybe my having to wait ordeal was God answering my prayer to “keep me safe while I was on the road" by keeping me from something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unforeseen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I found out later that God had answered my prayer. As I was closing in on my destination, I came across the aftermath of a horrible accident. The entire backside of this vehicle was strewn across the road and you could literally see the interior of this vehicle that had hydroplaned and collided with an oncoming vehicle. The accident had happened less than 10 minutes before I came up on it. The same amount of time I had to wait in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for the passengers of the accident and thanked God for hearing me and asked Him to forgive me of my earlier impatience. No one seemed majorly hurt and I was thankful for their safety.&lt;br /&gt;My husband even knew I had to go that direction that morning and him being a firefighter, he has a radio that scans police and EMS activity so he heard the call. As I was pulling in to my destination my phone rang and it was my husband. I answered the phone saying “It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the above joke today and it reminded me of my situation. I think at times the Lord convicts us of our thoughts and actions in ways that get our attention. We can become so centered in self and need reminders that it really is not about us all the time. And I think now that I will just have to remember that if I need to wait a little longer than I want to, that maybe God wants me to wait for a reason....whatever that reason may be.&lt;br /&gt;And He confirmed that truth for me when listening to the radio and a topic on waiting in long lines was being discussed. A caller said that she no longer gets irritated while waiting and instead sees it as a blessing in disguise because maybe the Lord wants to her wait for a reason. It really hit home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-2524407014437535771?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/2524407014437535771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/lesson-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2524407014437535771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2524407014437535771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/lesson-learned.html' title='Hitting Home'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-3728974496339754750</id><published>2010-01-18T14:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:23:32.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Different</title><content type='html'>I want to take a moment to do something different with my post today. My devotionals are usually about what I have felt God has told me through Bible Verses or Lessons. Today, I would like to ask those of you who are not Christians a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;This is not intended to be done in a condescending tone. I am asking these questions with a sincere heart and with genuine intentions. I would like to know your honest answers and any feedback that you have. You may complete this one of three ways:&lt;br /&gt;1. answer silently and send no response&lt;br /&gt;2. answer via the comment section (which may be done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anonymously&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3. answer by sending an e-mail to &lt;a href="mailto:butterflyblue1116@yahoo.com"&gt;butterflyblue1116@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get to know what you think about eternity- please remember I do this in a gentle manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have a Christian Background?&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you consider yourself to be a good person?&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you think that you have kept the Ten Commandments? Which are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;. Thou shalt have no other gods before me- Have you let money, sex, drugs, beauty, social status, etc. motivate and establish your meaning of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;. Thou shalt not worship any graven image- Is God the one true God in your life? &lt;em&gt;Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth: Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God... Exodus 20: 4-6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt;. Thou shalt not take God’s name in vain- Have you ever cursed and used God’s name along with the curse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;. Remember the Sabbath to keep it Holy-Have you ever worked 7 days straight? Do you set aside time to remember God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;. Honor thy father and mother- Have you always obeyed your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f.&lt;/strong&gt; Thou shalt not kill- Have you ever hated anyone? By God’s standard, hate is murder. &lt;em&gt;“Whosoever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hates&lt;/span&gt; his brother is a murderer: and you know that no murderer has eternal life abiding in him” 1 John 3:15&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;. Thou shalt not commit adultery- Have you ever looked at another being with desire and lust in your heart? By God’s standard&lt;em&gt;-“But I say unto you, That whosoever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt; on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his &lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;.“ (Matthew 5:27-28)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;h&lt;/strong&gt;. Thou shalt not steal- Have you ever stolen anything…ever…even if from work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i.&lt;/strong&gt; Thou shalt not bear false witness- Have you ever lied? White lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;j.&lt;/strong&gt; Thou shalt not covet- Have you ever desired someone else’s spouse, home, vehicle, job, family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. So, if you have ever stolen – what does that make you? If you have ever lied, what are you called?&lt;br /&gt;5. If God were to judge you based solely on the 10 commandments would you be found innocent or guilty?&lt;br /&gt;6. Based on the answers to these questions, if you were to die right now would you go to Heaven or Hell?&lt;br /&gt;7. If you answered Hell- does that concern you?&lt;br /&gt;8. If it concerns you, what are you going to do about that, if anything?&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know how you can achieve eternal life with God in Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it this way- If a judge were to let a person who there was NO doubt – not even a 1% chance of innocence- go free who was a murderer, rapist, etc…would that be fair? No.&lt;br /&gt;If we choose to not accept Christ and run from our ways, God will judge us fairly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there is amazing, wonderful, awesome news!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to spend eternity apart from God. God became a man to destroy eternal death by sending His son, Jesus-to die a gruesome, cruel and unjust death for you and me to have a way to Heaven and eternal life. No one is perfect. Every person who is a Christian right this moment has violated some if not all of the 10 commandments. However, by admitting you have sinned and asking for forgiveness and by recognizing Jesus is God’s son and confessing that He is the ONE and ONLY God, you can be freed from your past and have a future that is powerful and meaningful. God is no respecter of persons. He loves every one of us with an everlasting love. His grace and mercy provides a way for peace and joy beyond measure. He is a loving God who wants to have a relationship with you. He will not turn you away- no matter what you have ever done.&lt;br /&gt;Being a Christian will not mean you won’t ever sin or that you are instantly made perfect. No one is nor ever will be perfect; except God. However, by accepting Him and turning from your past; by acknowledging Him as God, you will have His compassion and understanding to cover your imperfections for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to give God your heart all you have to do is pray. Just admit to God you have sinned and ask for His forgiveness. Confess to God that you recognize Jesus died for you to have a way to be with Him when you die. Accept Him in to your life.&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to do this and/or have any more questions please contact me at &lt;a href="mailto:butterflyblue1116@yahoo.com"&gt;butterflyblue1116@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-3728974496339754750?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/3728974496339754750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3728974496339754750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/3728974496339754750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-different.html' title='Something Different'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-15607153036688090</id><published>2010-01-05T15:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:44:24.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have an ark?</title><content type='html'>My pastor said in a Sermon two weeks ago that Noah had three questions for God when God told him to build an ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1: What’s an Ark?&lt;br /&gt;Question 2: What’s a flood?&lt;br /&gt;Question 3: What’s rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God told Noah there was going to be a flood over the whole earth and he needed to build an Ark to God’s specifications: An ark that was three stories high, the length of about 36 tennis courts and approximately 1,500,000 cubic feet of free space. When God told Noah that there would be rains coming so heavily that it would cause a great flood to destroy the earth, Noah did something that was very difficult to do. He took a step that most Christians profess they take, when in reality we don’t.&lt;br /&gt;Since it had never rained on the earth prior to the flood, what Noah did for God was spectacular and he did these two things for the 100-120 years it took him to build the ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had faith and he trusted God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Noah did, God tells us to do in Proverbs 3:5 - "Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding" Now think about this for a second. “Lean not on your own understanding” If Noah had leaned only on what HE knew to be true and what HE had already seen with HIS eyes (Faith is the evidence of things not seen) then he would have never built that ark and his whole family, along with every animal aboard the ark would have been destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting God and having faith is not easy, at all. I am sure there were days that Noah was like…you can bring the rain any day now, Lord…people are looking at me funny!!! However, he pressed on and trusted God would one day bring this -rain stuff- that He promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are conditioned to believe only what we see with our eyes and to only understand that which we can touch, feel and know to be real and true. Humans have a tendency to want to be in total control of every area of life or to even have someone to blame when things don’t work out. I believe that is why people react bitter, angry and confused when natural disasters occur. The knowledge that we can’t control everything in every area and in each second of our lives is a thought that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t set well with who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason it is difficult to trust in God and believe in His faithfulness completely is because it takes courage, faith, hope, and surrender. We have to let go of what we cannot control. We have to leave our futures, our health, our thoughts, and our needs in God’s hands. Since we can’t predict the future of our employment, or the economy, or our health or even the day we die; we have to learn to give it all over to God. God knows what is best for our lives and we have to believe that He will never give us more than we can handle. (1 Corinthians 10:13)&lt;br /&gt;And despite the fact that we will worry at times or that unpredictable events occur, there is good news for those who believe in Christ Jesus. 1 Chronicles 28:20 says “Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the LORD God, my God, is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you” and no matter what troubles we may face, trusting and believing in God gives us a greater reward than we could fathom.&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 4:17 tells us that our troubles are achieving for us an eternal good that outweighs the bad. That is because when we give our troubles to God and we trust His word from beginning to end and accept His promises for us, it shows us that we truly have a relationship with Christ. The best reward having that relationship provides is an eternal place in Heaven beside Him and our Father. But while we are here, it provides a peace that passes all understanding when worry, doubt, and fear try to steal our joy. So when life hands you unexpected problems or when you worry over what tomorrow may bring, pray and ask God to remove the doubt and replace it with trust..pray for as long as it takes!!!!! Even if you aren't seeing His answer for years!! (I promise it won't take 100-120 years for Him to get back with you) *wink*&lt;br /&gt;Ask Him to take away the fear and bring to you His peace. And remember these three things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He cares for you (1 Peter 5:7)&lt;br /&gt;*Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. (Philippians 4:16)&lt;br /&gt;*And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could all stand to have even a little bit of Noah’s faith and trust. If we stay in God’s word and trust that He will take care of us (even when we don’t feel Him present) then when those major floods in our lives rise up, the relationship of trust and faith that we have been seeking and building up with God, will be the “ark” that saves us from drowning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-15607153036688090?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/15607153036688090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-have-ark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/15607153036688090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/15607153036688090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-have-ark.html' title='Do you have an ark?'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-6053488056439186006</id><published>2010-01-04T13:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:14:46.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to clean your home more effectively in 3 steps</title><content type='html'>When you are effectively trying to clean your home there are a few steps you can take to ensure it is done properly and efficiently without becoming overwhelmed. Whether it is deep cleaning or tidying up that you need to accomplish, here are three easy steps to help make your job less stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Clean prior to cleaning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scan the house for “out of place items” and put them away. Carry a trash bag with you to empty the bathroom or office trash and pick up any tissues, magazines or newspapers lying around that need to be discarded. Grab the dirty glass from your beside table and throw it in the sink. Pick up the shoes from the kitchen floor and put them in the closet. Fold the blankets lying on the floor and put them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: when you are doing the scan through it is easy to become sidetracked---DON’T. For example, those shoes you are carrying to your closet reveal the bed needs to be made. Don’t do it yet…wait! After all misplaced items are put away you may begin the cleaning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Get ready for duty&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out all cleaning supplies you will need to clean your entire house and place them according to the job. This may consist of dust rags and cleaner that needs to wait for you on the coffee table. Or, it may be the Bathroom cleaners that need to be placed on the bathroom sink. Get all cleaning products, brooms, mops, and vacuum cleaners and lay them out. Once you have all items carefully laid out in each prospective room, it eliminates the time you will have to spend searching for each product between chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Getting a cleaning bucket organizer with a handle that can travel with you from room to room shaves minutes off your time. Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422953177704575714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S0IzLt6oMuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OokexWHmImM/s200/cleaningBucketWithSupplies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or use an old mop bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Make sure your chores flow easily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going from one task to the next will help to move the process along more smoothly if you take it one step at a time. For example, If you are cleaning your kitchen first, begin by unloading then loading the dishwasher, next you may wipe off your counters. Once that is done, sweep your floors to rid them of the dirt already there and the crumbs that may have fallen after you wiped your counters down and finally, mop your way out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Note: Start with one room at a time and stick with it! Clean that first room thoroughly before heading off to the next!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning your home is not fun when you have other things you would like to be doing, but knowing how to organize and move efficiently through each room when cleaning your home will ensure a cleaner home in a shorter amount of time. Follow these steps the next time you clean and you can thank me later ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-6053488056439186006?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6053488056439186006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-clean-your-home-more-effectively.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6053488056439186006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6053488056439186006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-clean-your-home-more-effectively.html' title='How to clean your home more effectively in 3 steps'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/S0IzLt6oMuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OokexWHmImM/s72-c/cleaningBucketWithSupplies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-5668527994009355227</id><published>2010-01-02T17:25:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:22:16.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Struck</title><content type='html'>When I am sick, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looooooove&lt;/span&gt; food. Of course, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loooooooove&lt;/span&gt; food every single solitary day!! But, when I am sick all I want to do is eat and eat is all I want to do. I have been on a kick lately of eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fettuccine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alfredo&lt;/span&gt; like three times a week...no lie! It is because it is warm and yummy and I am lazy lately.&lt;br /&gt;But while I was in one of my "thinking about food" moods, I thought I would share with you guys some of my favorite comfort food recipes. Sit back, relax and enjoy! (However, because I am competitive with my food and who eats it and who gets recipes, I usually leave one thing out of the recipe when I share...which is usually that one thing that I personally added to it to make it better) HOWEVER, I promise that even with a missing ingredient you will LOVE how it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mac &amp;amp; Cheese&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 cups cooked Macaroni&lt;br /&gt;5 tbs. butter&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. pepper&lt;br /&gt;2.5-3 cups milk (depending on how dry it looks after all ingredients are added)&lt;br /&gt;2 cups shredded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mozzarella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 cups shredded sharp cheddar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup cottage cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook Macaroni noodles according to package and drain. Place noodles, butter, S&amp;amp;P, milk, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mozzarella&lt;/span&gt; cheese and 3 cups cheddar cheese in a casserole dish. Mix egg in a bowl first and then stir into mixture. Cover with foil and cook for 45-50 minutes. Uncover and add remaining cheese to top. Bake uncovered another 15 minutes or until brown and bubbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easy-Breezy Baked Spaghetti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thick Spaghetti Noodles (cook according to package per serving desired)&lt;br /&gt;Beef(if desired; I cant have red meat cause my tummy won't let me so I omit)&lt;br /&gt;*One can of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ragu&lt;/span&gt; Traditional Sauce&lt;br /&gt;*One can of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ragu&lt;/span&gt; Parmesan and Romano Sauce&lt;br /&gt;3 tbs. butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Ricotta Cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 cup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mozzarella&lt;/span&gt; cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook noodles according to directions (Brown and drain beef, if desired). Mix all above ingredients along with 1/2 cup of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mozzarella&lt;/span&gt; cheese (**for the sauces...depending on how much you are making, you may only use a half-jar of each sauce for this recipe) and top with remaining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mozzarella&lt;/span&gt; cheese. Bake at 350 for 15-25 minutes or until cheese is melted and slightly brown. Serve with bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tilapia&lt;/span&gt; with Capers&lt;/strong&gt; (salmon is good in this recipe, also)&lt;br /&gt;* This recipe does not have exact measurements because I "eye" them all...just adjust to your liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tilapia&lt;/span&gt; or Salmon&lt;br /&gt;Extra Virgin Olive Oil&lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;Pepper&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Lemon (1/2 lemon for each fillet)&lt;br /&gt;Capers&lt;br /&gt;Tin Foil&lt;br /&gt;Butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat Oven to 350&lt;br /&gt;Tear as many strips of Tin Foil as you have pieces of fish. Layer ingredients in this order... Tinfoil, a small slice of butter on tin foil, then a small amount of Extra Virgin Olive Oil, then fish, then salt and pepper (just enough to cover top of fish), then squeeze the juice from 1/2 lemon on fish (1/2 lemon for each fillet), add 1tsp. of capers on top of each fillet. (You can also thinly slice lemons and place one slice on each fish before baking and instead of using the lemon juice from the lemon...just buy the juice and use it so you can save your lemons for slices for decoration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap each fish in the tinfoil and lay about an inch apart in a casserole dish. (Pour a little water in bottom of dish so tinfoil won't stick to pan...just enough water to line bottom...make sure fish isn't floating) Bake at 350 (salmon for about 20 minutes depending on thickness...but the salmon is best grilled for about 15 -20 minutes in the tinfoil).Bake the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tilapia&lt;/span&gt; at 350 for 15 minutes or until white, tender and flaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fruit Salsa with Cinnamon Chips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 package strawberries&lt;br /&gt;1 package blackberries&lt;br /&gt;1 package raspberries&lt;br /&gt;1 can pineapple (small can)&lt;br /&gt;4 kiwi&lt;br /&gt;2 tbs. (heaping) apple jelly&lt;br /&gt;1 Package of flour tortillas&lt;br /&gt;Butter Spray&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Process &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; fruit in blender&lt;br /&gt;take 2tbs. apple jelly and microwave 45 seconds and let cool&lt;br /&gt;Mix jelly in to fruit when jelly is cooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spray flour tortillas with butter spray, cut in slices with pizza cutter in to triangles (to look like chips), sprinkle with desired amount of cinnamon, bake chips at 375 for 8 minutes or until crisp.&lt;br /&gt;Serve with chilled fruit salsa and enjoy! (Great summertime recipe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it...just a few of my recipes that are yummy! Let me know if you try them out and what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-5668527994009355227?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5668527994009355227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/boredom-struck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5668527994009355227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5668527994009355227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2010/01/boredom-struck.html' title='Boredom Struck'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-1707284928029771669</id><published>2009-12-30T10:10:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:56:17.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a nutshell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the rush is over and Christmas was awesome! I am so happy that I got to see all the ones I love and I am so thankful for each gift received. I did not want it to end. You can just feel the spirit during Christmas. Everyone is cheerful and merry! It makes me feel so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Christmas is over, I guess my immune system shut down. I have a stupid head cold and it is no fun at all! There are so many other things that I would rather be doing instead of sitting on the couch with tissues, water, vapor rub, and the remote control. I am really starting to get some major cabin fever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I figured to help occupy my time I would post some pics of Christmas for your viewing pleasure. Christmas this year in the Clark household was held Christmas Eve-Eve. My husband had to work Christmas Eve and we had plans to be at my moms Christmas morning, so we celebrated sharing our gifts with one another earlier(which is not unusual for us-we are too much like kids)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with a tight budget we were forced to become more creative. Let me just say that my husband out-did me by a thousand. I have wanted a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pot rack&lt;/span&gt; for years now and I got one for Christmas. I have looked over the past three years for one to suit my needs and my taste...each rack fell short (especially for the price). However, when my husband walked in with my long awaited Pot Rack, I literally SOBBED...not cried, not shed a few tears...but, sobbed!!! I was so overwhelmed with joy and awed at the beauty of this thing he was presenting to me. He took time from his busy life and MADE me a pot rack...and it is more beautiful than any I have ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is "wrapped"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421053826220919058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/Sztzu6QriRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3-wLRLPSDEk/s200/Potrack2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Now here it is hanging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421054273639559714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/Szt0I9BmMiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QrgAOXXrrVg/s200/Potrack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And now up close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421054575389578434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/Szt0ahIaFMI/AAAAAAAAADE/XOzR5IkuuU4/s200/Potrack2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He did a GREAT job, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And!!!!! That is not all he made. He also made a checkers board game for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;step dad&lt;/span&gt; and the family. See:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421055371075281794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/Szt1I1SqY4I/AAAAAAAAADM/UDv0qi3P4_M/s200/Checkers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421055491252036002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/Szt1P0_CIaI/AAAAAAAAADU/3Ba9gz0nbTM/s200/Checkers1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He is so talented! I love it~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Christmas Day at mom's house. I made all my nieces and nephews a video of a trip we took earlier this year to the beach. They loved it. My oldest nephew said "You need to be a producer" Don't you just adore innocence...it was far from perfect...but they loved it. "Looks like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; video" they said....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. This is us watching it. Notice in the bottom right corner the kid passed out on the floor. Christmas is tiring, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421056854200283618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/Szt2fKXN8eI/AAAAAAAAADc/OG8fPdjGEjE/s200/18754_225414775823_518805823_3770870_518643_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here I am opening up a gift. Notice the expression, I must have loved it, huh?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421057362813548322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/Szt28xGEdyI/AAAAAAAAADk/Uprp28CA5Gg/s200/18754_225414640823_518805823_3770853_5868482_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And finally, one of my hubby and I...he looks thrilled to have his picture taken!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421057829057679266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/Szt3X5_VT6I/AAAAAAAAADs/FEDA5jyG7UA/s200/18754_225492285823_518805823_3771171_7082881_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in a nutshell, this was my Christmas. Of course, there are tons of other family members involved.....However, my husband nor my nieces and nephews can win at fights with me of having their pictures &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;publicly&lt;/span&gt; posted. My mom and sis would kill me...that is why they aren't on here. But oh how cute they were in their pajamas and messy bed hair!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking forward to a new year, now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-1707284928029771669?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1707284928029771669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-nutshell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1707284928029771669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1707284928029771669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-nutshell.html' title='In a nutshell!'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/Sztzu6QriRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3-wLRLPSDEk/s72-c/Potrack2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-2828453719506372302</id><published>2009-12-19T14:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T14:15:45.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! Yeah!</title><content type='html'>So I woke this morning before six o’clock and sleepy-eyed, let the dog out to potty. I walked to the coffee pot and attempted to make a pot of coffee without spilling any water or coffee grounds. As I tried to make my way to the coffee pot, I noticed the sink was overflowing with dishes that had food stuck to it. It looked as if the plates were trying to grow produce.&lt;br /&gt;(Who let them sit there for two days? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ewwww&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;So I emptied and loaded the dishwasher as the coffee was brewing.&lt;br /&gt;Scratch, Scratch, Scratch…woof woof (translation: mama, it’s cold outside…let me in!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;After letting the dog in I proceeded with fixing that much needed cup of coffee with extra sugar and half-n-half. Two sips and my eyes were opened. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;looove&lt;/span&gt; making coffee strong) My blurry vision became clearer and I instantly wished I was still groggy. With clear eyes, I noticed my home was a WRECK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I ran about making the bed, vacuuming, dusting, putting away clothes, straightening the mess, cleaning the bathrooms, and spraying some Apple-Cider air-freshener throughout….&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Deeeeeeeep&lt;/span&gt; Breath…..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and proceeded to make the following:&lt;br /&gt;Christmas to-do List:&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish buying gifts&lt;br /&gt;2. Wrap all gifts&lt;br /&gt;3. Bake goodies to deliver&lt;br /&gt;4. Try to stay sane&lt;br /&gt;5. Mail Christmas cards (less than a week left before Christmas…gotta hurry)&lt;br /&gt;6. Clean a few more houses next week&lt;br /&gt;7. Remember to breathe&lt;br /&gt;8. Determine what food to take to parties&lt;br /&gt;9. Spend some time with friends&lt;br /&gt;10. Try to stay sane&lt;br /&gt;11. Finish watching my Christmas movies&lt;br /&gt;12. Remember to Breathe&lt;br /&gt;13. Deliver appetizers to the Fire Department Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that sounds like all.&lt;br /&gt;But something was missing. I forgot one thing??? The edginess I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't &lt;/span&gt;disprove that I had forgotten something…. Let’s see…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;…okay&lt;br /&gt;Woke up? – Check&lt;br /&gt;Let the dog out to potty? – check&lt;br /&gt;Coffee? – check&lt;br /&gt;Clean home?- check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What WAS I missing? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OOOOOOHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YEEEAAAA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached over, grabbed the handy “one click turn-er on-er” my hubby got for our tree and clicked “on”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my home was filled with bright Christmas lights and shiny, sparkly ornaments emanated delight. But something else was still wrong….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a (figurative) tap on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;- “Good morning, Rachel! Busy this morning, huh?”&lt;br /&gt;(Thought) Great! Got caught again!!!! – see November 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;- “Yes, Lord…trying to wake up and get my day started.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;- “I see that. I see that you are antsy, too”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;- “yes, Lord…I am…I was feeling like something was missing and so glad you popped in to remind me.” (spoken with a fake niceness…see, I don’t like the Lord reminding me that I forgot Him, makes me feel bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;- “OK, well, I just wanted to let you know that I am still here and if you want to feel calmer, you know what to do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;- “Yes, Lord…thank you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I prayed, thoughts filling my mind. Thanking God for answering the prayers I asked last night and praying for the day ahead. Once I was done, I felt whole again and everything was in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning reminded me of what happens so often during this season. Of course, there are people who celebrate the “holiday” only- you know, those who don’t celebrate the Christ-child. Joyful with their lives filled with all the shopping, baking, presents, parties, etc… then becoming frazzled and stressed and anxious and all… and not really knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to my mind that I too, was beginning to get to that point and I needed a break. To stop and remember why the house was messy and why my tree was in the corner and to remember why the nativity scene on my table was there. It’s Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;The most wonderful time of the year, for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad the Lord reminded me that putting Him before all this business is important. Without Him, all of this running about makes no sense and this getting frazzled is really silly. It is useless and unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;So #1 thing now on my to-do list is: make time with God first and foremost at the start of each day. I know by doing this, I will remember what this season means. I am thankful the Lord is in my life and for the reminders He gives me. Without Him, Christmas just would not be Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-2828453719506372302?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/2828453719506372302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2828453719506372302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2828453719506372302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh! Yeah!'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-5218742877338780852</id><published>2009-12-14T13:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:06:23.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/SyaKcy0VB_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/GpkNhD2xgO4/s1600-h/star-of-bethlehem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415167829241825266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/SyaKcy0VB_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/GpkNhD2xgO4/s200/star-of-bethlehem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night’s sky shone one bright star.&lt;br /&gt;Unseen angels surrounding;&lt;br /&gt;Weary travelers-&lt;br /&gt;Filled with hope; holding on to a promise.&lt;br /&gt;Two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;millennium&lt;/span&gt; ago…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415168262979441266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/SyaK2Cnb0nI/AAAAAAAAACM/pLeT-eSO1Xw/s200/MaryJosephDonkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A journey foretold by God.&lt;br /&gt;Scared, frightened and alone;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and Joseph-&lt;br /&gt;wondering, searching and praying&lt;br /&gt;God’s mercy; He would show…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415168657602269618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/SyaLNAs2UbI/AAAAAAAAACc/KXsC5HTUXmQ/s200/No_Room_At_The_Inn%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In search of safety;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking security-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; a place to lie.&lt;br /&gt;A voyage to deliver&lt;br /&gt;A babe…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415168946831699538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/SyaLd2KhLlI/AAAAAAAAACk/N6WHSUCjiJ0/s200/the_nativity_jekel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lowly stable&lt;br /&gt;presenting a prophecy;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Fulfilled-&lt;br /&gt;A little child with one great aspiration&lt;br /&gt;God’s people to save…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-5218742877338780852?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5218742877338780852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5218742877338780852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5218742877338780852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/SyaKcy0VB_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/GpkNhD2xgO4/s72-c/star-of-bethlehem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-29655204589950422</id><published>2009-12-06T20:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:20:29.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit Gift</title><content type='html'>One of the most memorable Christmases I remember was a Christmas full of giving. Each year I would gather my girlfriends together at my home for a get together. We usually would bring a gift and play Stingy Santa. (If you never played, you bring a gift, write the amount of numbers as there are people, draw a number and pick presents in the order of the number you have. If you got a higher number than the person before you, you could choose if you wanted to pull a gift from the pile or steal a person’s gift who went before you if you liked their gift a lot)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one year I asked the women to bring $10 a piece instead of a gift. We had appetizers and chatted for a while. Then we all loaded up and went shopping for coats until the money ran out and delivered them to a local school. I think we received more of a blessing than the children who received the free coats for the winter. We each were moved by the gift of giving.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people in need each and every day. Right now I know people who are in jeopardy of losing their home and people who are in great pain and can’t afford a doctor’s visit. I know people who need groceries, warm clothes, or those who can’t afford to provide a Christmas for their children. Each year there are people who go in debt shopping above their means for Christmas. They start the day after Thanksgiving and they don’t stop until the day before Christmas. I say this because before that has been me. But, that Christmas of giving, I learned something important; giving to those less fortunate is more of a gift than anyone could ever imagine. It changed my attitude and the way I gave for Christmases to come.&lt;br /&gt;This year, I wish above ALL that along with sharing God’s love with others, that I could provide for a child or family again. I would love to be able to help some of these people I know, but financially, I am not in a place to do that. And it has made me reevaluate the way I spent money in the past. God has taught me a valuable lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am in a different situation financially than in the past due to my husband’s long and unexpected lay off, I am thirsting more now than ever; to give. I know this season in our life will pass and I am grateful for this struggle. I thank God for it; because, it has opened my eyes to the changes I will make in my life when God guides us back to financial blessings.&lt;br /&gt;What I can offer of myself this year is my time, God’s love and the message of Christmas. I am thankful for this opportunity God has given me to reevaluate my past habits and change them for the better. I challenge you; if you are able financially to help someone this year, please do. Whether it is a small gift or a large one, I know that if someone needs it….it doesn’t matter how much you can do….it will bless their lives!!! And, I promise the blessing in your spirit that you will receive will be greater than you could ever imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-29655204589950422?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/29655204589950422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/spirit-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/29655204589950422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/29655204589950422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/spirit-gift.html' title='Spirit Gift'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-1772195728303234153</id><published>2009-12-04T20:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:01:06.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year!</title><content type='html'>What I am thankful for this time of year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Chocolate with Marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;Warm PJ's&lt;br /&gt;Electric Blanket&lt;br /&gt;Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;My lighted Nativity Scene&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Music&lt;br /&gt;Candles&lt;br /&gt;My ornaments from Callaway Gardens&lt;br /&gt;Heated car seats&lt;br /&gt;Christmas movies&lt;br /&gt;Watching "Little Women" each year when cold weather hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all of this, I am most thankful for my Lord and Savior. Each year our tradition is to put the Christmas Tree up the day after Thanksgiving (although due to my hubby's work schedule this year we had to put it up the day before) Anyway, we trim the tree, move furniture around, place the lights and ornaments, play Christmas music, fix hot chocolate and decorate the house in and out with all the Christmas decorations. But my most favorite part of decorating my tree is the King's Crown Tree Topper I place on the tree. A lady I used to work with made them by hand and gave me one. I have placed this on my tree now for nine years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411565180338270466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/Sxm93BzvcQI/AAAAAAAAABk/XjH66-82vno/s200/p3043d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, most people would think...aren't we supposed to be celebrating Christ's birth? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;So, why are you placing a symbol of His death and suffering on your tree? Because just as the poem that goes along with the tree topper says "to place this crown for all to see, the kind of King that He would be"&lt;br /&gt;Placing this topper on my tree reminds me of WHY we celebrate Christ's birth this day. It is because of what He did for us to provide a hope and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 2: 11 "Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you..."&lt;br /&gt;Savior means: One who helps a person achieve Salvation. Christ's birth led to His teaching, His healing, His love and compassion. His birth led to the selfless sacrifice of His life, which gives us eternal salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While during this season, the feel and beauty of the Christ Child's birth is Holy and Reverent, I still remember the eternal gift His life left for me.&lt;br /&gt;Remember during the rush of shopping and going, going, going...to pause and reflect on the reason we celebrate December 25th. Christ the Savior was born.  He then chose to die for our sins, and He was resurrected for our chance at an eternal life with Him in Heaven. "O Holy Night!"&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/Sxm5PvfChsI/AAAAAAAAABU/AJ0x4Zs4miI/s1600-h/p3043d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-1772195728303234153?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1772195728303234153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1772195728303234153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1772195728303234153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year!'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olc0tD_5Yn0/Sxm93BzvcQI/AAAAAAAAABk/XjH66-82vno/s72-c/p3043d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-5521129294801643141</id><published>2009-11-29T18:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:35:16.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets have some healthy fear!!!!</title><content type='html'>If you have come to this site from my devotional at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sheseeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.org; Welcome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's devotional at She Seeks is on fear. It is hard to find peace when fear is present. People have many types of fear. It can come in many forms; such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of spiders&lt;br /&gt;Fear of snakes&lt;br /&gt;Fear of being alone&lt;br /&gt;Fear of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;And so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have daily panic attacks. When daily attacks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;, they came at a time in my life when there were many things I needed to change. I used to think that "freedom" was not being under authority and that living as I wanted would bring peace. I misunderstood my parents' concern, not as concern, but as judgement. I then realized that the path I had chosen was wrong and I felt that I was unworthy of going back to God. Well-I was wrong, VERY wrong. Panic attacks brought to me to my knees and back to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the direction of my life. I saw my parents' love for just that...LOVE and I knew that God didn't consider me unworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at times...panic attacks still occur. And they occur now for a different reason. For me, it seems that having a panic attack or even the idea of a panic attack can bring fear to mind. When it grips, it hangs on tight. I am fortunate because I have gone from daily attacks, to random attacks. I at one time thought I was completely over them (still have hope that it will happen). But once in a while they strike back with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vengeance&lt;/span&gt;. I even suffered one this past weekend. Why? I am not sure. Thankfully, the Lord has shown me tools and techniques to help when I become anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tool I have learned is to stop when my body tells me to. If I am very tired and have gone and done too much, if I have given too much of myself...that is a sign I need to rest. If I continue to push myself, I can become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;susceptible&lt;/span&gt; to another attack which leads to fear. This tells me something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the enemy wants to control our mind or feelings, fear becomes present. This can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to as the "spirit of fear." The spirit of fear is not of God, it comes from Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Timothy 1:7 says: "For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does not instill fear in our hearts or mind. He instills love and peace. 1 John 4:18 says: “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is perfect love. Therefore, I should not fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there fear in your life? Do you fear the unknown? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;? disease? financial distress? One of the hardest things to do is to tell your head what your heart knows. When the struggle of fear is present it is difficult to tell your head what is rational. I know!!!! I try!!!! But just because it is a struggle does not mean peace is not obtainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting God, knowing He is there, and relying on Him to help you are perfect ways fear can be removed. When we trust and rely on God we are telling the enemy that he has no control in our lives. Because God tells us in His word that He does not administer fear, we can use this as a tool to fight the "spirit of fear" away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only "fear" we should have in our lives is the healthy kind. Healthy fear, you ask? Yes!!! Fear of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who fears the Lord has a secure fortress...(Proverbs 14:26 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that sounds like an AWESOME type of Fear. I claim that one!!!! You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that if you have fear in your life that both devotionals (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sheseeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and rachelwclark.blogspot.com) have offered helpful advice today. I pray that God removes the spirit of fear from your life and that you will learn to trust in Him and rely on His perfect love to cast out all negative fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-5521129294801643141?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/5521129294801643141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-have-some-healthy-fear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5521129294801643141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/5521129294801643141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-have-some-healthy-fear.html' title='Lets have some healthy fear!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-7998786174936769830</id><published>2009-11-25T16:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:36:40.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is a day which we should all have in our hearts every day. Praise and giving thanks to God for each day of life is something that should be a daily part of our routine. However, since there is a day set aside for "Thanks"giving, I want to focus on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "first Thanksgiving" (although it wasn't repeated each year thereafter until President Abraham Lincoln declared it in 1863) was celebrated in 1621 when the Plymouth colonists and the neighboring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wampanoag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; trial celebrated the harvest for the upcoming winter and a kill of enough food to last a week and enough harvest to get through the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was later followed by a christian group of pilgrims (formally known as Separatists) declaring a day of "Thanksgiving and Praise in response to evidence of God's favor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln proclaimed Thanksgiving a National Holiday to be celebrated the last Thursday of November. But it wasn't made official until Franklin D. Roosevelt set the date as the last Thursday of November in 1941 and it was approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Washington issued a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;proclomation&lt;/span&gt; for Thanksgiving ( each president has issued a Thanksgiving Day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Proclomation&lt;/span&gt;) declaring a day to be set aside for Thanksgiving which should be "a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many and signal favours of Almighty God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is meant to be a time to set aside to thank God for His bountiful blessings in our life. It is a day to focus on all God has provided for us in our lives. Our family, friends, clothes, food, homes, health, Nation, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the meaning has been stripped away from this day, entirely. We now focus on the menu, where we will hold the gathering for the meal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;over stuffing&lt;/span&gt; our bellies (I admit...a fun part), watching the parade, watching football; and some of us while drinking our alcoholic beverages to an excess and then passing out without the first thought of THANKS in our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there will more than likely be drama in most household's because either:&lt;br /&gt;A. The turkey will overcook and ruin the chef's mood.&lt;br /&gt;B. The toilet may overflow and flood the house.&lt;br /&gt;C. Aunt Jane Doe will have an attitude problem and get mad about where Thanksgiving is held this year and more than likely not show up.&lt;br /&gt;D. Cousin Janette Doe will arrive unwillingly and sit in the corner with her I-pod stuck in her ears, not speaking to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;E. Little Janette &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Doette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will fall while running and bust her lip, blaming it on John Doe, who will blame it on Jonathan Doe.&lt;br /&gt;F. Uncle Billy will be that person drinking in excess and proceed with foul language and aggravating the kids.&lt;br /&gt;G. Grandma will arrive mad because she wasn't asked to bring her sweet potato pie this year, but instead Great Aunt Gertrude was asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Names have been changed in the Drama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scenario&lt;/span&gt;...however, situations are real and have either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;occured&lt;/span&gt; this week or will occur tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is a shame how entitled we all think we really are that we make this about ourselves and not what it really is all about. 1 Thessalonians 5:18 says, "In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you." This of course, mean every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think this verse needs to remain in our hearts for tomorrow (a.k.a Thanksgiving). Instead of focusing on what we want, lets focus on what we have. Lifting our thanks and praise to God for all He has given us. A free country, another day of life, the clothes on our back, and the food on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am thankful that this country was founded on Christian values and principles. I am thankful that I am free to worship (and blog) for my Lord. May we too remember our troops who can't be home...continuing to fight for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us also honor our heritage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that tomorrow you wake up with a grateful attitude and loving spirit. I pray "thanks" will be on your lips and love in your heart. Happy Thanksgiving, remember what it is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Info gathered from History.com, &lt;a href="http://www.si.edu/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;edu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;religionfacts&lt;/span&gt;.com)&lt;br /&gt;(Go to &lt;a href="http://www.sheseeks.org/"&gt;www.sheseeks.org&lt;/a&gt; to read a great post on how to get past all the drama)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-7998786174936769830?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/7998786174936769830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7998786174936769830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7998786174936769830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-105220806271882016</id><published>2009-11-24T08:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:14:10.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and Faith and Sin and Goodness...and so on</title><content type='html'>Hello visitors! How are you today? Things on my end are great this morning (you may be here in the afternoon or evening, but I am writing this in the AM) I have been doing some major soul searching here lately...&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOOULLLL&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aaarrrreee&lt;/span&gt; you? Who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aaaarrrreee&lt;/span&gt; you?, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading books, blogs, daily devotionals, praying, seeking, searching. I am getting tired, though. I really must admit it.&lt;br /&gt;You know how when your eyebrows need waxing and your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mustache&lt;/span&gt; needs trimming ;)&lt;br /&gt;and your legs need shaving and you have to pick out the right outfit and then you fix your hair and apply your makeup just so? You know how tiring that is? Well, trying to primp and pluck and shave and fix your soul is just like that, but ten times more exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evaluation:&lt;br /&gt;God breathed? yes or no&lt;br /&gt;peaceful? yes or no&lt;br /&gt;patient? yes or no&lt;br /&gt;loving? yes or no&lt;br /&gt;encouraging? yes or no&lt;br /&gt;giving? yes or no&lt;br /&gt;selfless? yes or no&lt;br /&gt;honest? yes or no&lt;br /&gt;cleansed? yes or no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to be the best for God that I can be. Honest and true and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emanating&lt;/span&gt; His love. The thing about is, am I trying to work at it or letting Him work at it for me? I mean I WANT to go to heaven. I want to see Jesus face to face and worship God and all of His glory with all of my fellow believers. Hands raised, mouths opened in song, joy flowing, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the reason I am trying really hard to evaluate my soul is because I was the number one&lt;br /&gt;"Grace can't be enough for me, maybe if I do this or change that or go here or smile like this; then God will love me more and it will add more points to my Heaven tally"&lt;br /&gt;Each time I slipped up in sin... overwhelming guilt would flood my being and I would think, I have got to do something to make up for this really quick.....let me go grab my Bible or let me go bake someone a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said to me. "you have a hard time accepting God's grace, huh? Why do you think you aren't worthy?" This really got me thinking. I thought that I thought that I was worthy of grace, do I not think that now? Too many thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to this:&lt;br /&gt;"For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith --and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God--" Ephesians 2:8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE! Right here!!!!!!! This is what is happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;: (tap, tap)...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt; hello? Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;: Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;: Yes, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yessss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sssiiiirrrr&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;: Hi there! Remember me? Almighty, Beginning and the End, Alpha and Omega, Bright and Morning Star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;: Yes Sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;: Oh, well you have been acting lately like you didn't remember me. Anyway, I see you have been trying to get to heaven by not accepting my grace and thinking your good deeds and works were going to get you there. Is this true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;: Well, yes...but you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;: Um Hum, that's what I thought. Well listen, what part of "You cant get to Heaven by works and deeds without faith" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; you understand? I know you love me, but if you are going to love me; then you have to believe me. My grace is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sufficient&lt;/span&gt; for you. I have never lied and never will lie, I am not going to change my mind and say..."Hey, Peter....post a sign at the pearly gates that says effective March 19, 2022 all those who enter need to grab the evaluation form that I set up by Pearly Podium number 1 and check off all the good deeds they have done verses their sin and we're strictly letting in now on a "Works Alone" basis...so those who kinda took it one day at a time...you know, all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;leisurely&lt;/span&gt;, just accepting my love, grace and having Faith in my promises and believing in my Son...they will know you had to work harder. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; no free ride up here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel&lt;/em&gt;: (nervous laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;: But seriously, Rachel. What do you think I sent Jesus to earth for? I let Him come so that all may have an abundant life (John 10:10) and no sin has a hold on you that I cant cover and cleanse (Romans 6:14). You see, you can't work harder than everyone on earth and think that my grace is not what provides for you (1 Corinthians 15:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me many years to understand that God's love and grace is all I need to cover me. I must have the FAITH not the works to believe and receive. I mean works are fine, we are supposed to do good deeds and all that...but, without faith, it is impossible to please God (Hebrews 11:6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Honestly...this blog was more for me than for you. If you get something out of it, great...if not, I am sorry if I wasted your time. (not really) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think because we are always having to strive to prove ourselves to people and work and society, that we think it is the same with God. The joyous, glorious thing about it is....God's not the same as that, we don't have to prove to Him we are good, He knows our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah for that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-105220806271882016?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/105220806271882016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/work-and-faith-and-sin-and-goodnessand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/105220806271882016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/105220806271882016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/work-and-faith-and-sin-and-goodnessand.html' title='Work and Faith and Sin and Goodness...and so on'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-2178783924851624709</id><published>2009-11-19T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:53:31.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTEST</title><content type='html'>What is your most memorable Holiday moment? Enter your story as a comment. If you run out of space writing, continue your story on a separate comment. It can be funny, inspiring, or whatever you want it to be.  Winner of the contest will receive Free Watkins Products. Products include dip Samples to share during the season, lip balm and a small jar of lotion to carry in your purse.&lt;br /&gt;Contest from November 19, 2009 to November 30, 2009. Winner will be announced on here on November 30th. So if you enter, &lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt; make sure to check back on the 30th to see if you won and to claim your prize. The winner's story will be posted as the main blog for the day!!! Instructions on how to receive your prize will be explained on the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and God Bless!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Clark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-2178783924851624709?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/2178783924851624709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/contest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2178783924851624709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2178783924851624709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/contest.html' title='CONTEST'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-404102189451398160</id><published>2009-11-17T17:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:03:34.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got to stay away</title><content type='html'>I have been working on a book proposal. I am getting overwhelmed, I must say. It is all I can think about at night. Catchy Titles, interesting table of contents, witty story lines, encouraging words and on and on and on. I am so ready to have this thing over and done with. However, I have a long way to go. And right now my brain is fried so that makes it even more difficult because A. I feel guilty for stopping so abruptly as this and B. what if my ideas stop flowing and I lose my rhythm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to seek some encouragement from God's word and stumbled across Mark 6:31. And he said to them, “Come away by yourselves to a desolate place and rest a while.” For many were coming and going, and they had no leisure even to eat. That is how I have come to feel; coming and going with even no leisure to cook, clean, rest, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows that we are goers, overachievers, we push ourselves hard. We don't give ourselves credit for the accomplishments we achieve, but if we perform less than we know we can,  we aren't afraid to beat ourselves up about it, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to commit myself to staying away from creative thinking for the next two days. This should be hard, but I have to give my brain a rest from all the coming and going it has been performing lately. This may be a little difficult for me, but my brain has got to reenergize and I have to make sure that I wait on God to direct my words for this proposal so it is all about Him and not about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-404102189451398160?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/404102189451398160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/got-to-stay-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/404102189451398160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/404102189451398160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/got-to-stay-away.html' title='Got to stay away'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-6417121494857194773</id><published>2009-11-10T18:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:52:01.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>After really being on a kick lately about women being portrayed as only beautiful if they are perfect &amp;amp; after getting aggravated with us being shown as objects, I would like to know what you think of the following commercial? Please post your comments below. Also, be aware that while visiting this website, the comments below the video are extremely distasteful. I suggest you not read them. To leave a comment here you may have to enter an e-mail address. Do not worry, you will not be bothered with Spam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCHKXICefFw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCHKXICefFw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-6417121494857194773?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6417121494857194773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-kidding-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6417121494857194773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6417121494857194773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me?'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-2399382306621536787</id><published>2009-11-05T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:34:02.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming and Waiting</title><content type='html'>Okay, I admit it! I am a dreamer! I have a dream in my heart and a desire that burns deeply. I have a feeling that God wants me to be somewhere other than where I am. I have a desire to witness for Him. I want to share God’s love with many women. However, I am stuck.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where to start, what to do, how to accomplish it, which path to take, etc…etc… It is rather frustrating, I must admit. The one thing that I remain hung up on is that I want to make sure that what I do for Him will be to glorify Him and not me. I don’t want it to be about me, at all. Our human nature can make us want to seek attention and credit, but it is not up to us to want that for ourselves. The things we do for Christ should be what He wants us to do for him. If we wait for Him to direct out path, our works will not go unseen by the One who matters. And it will produce more good than if we are “doing” for our own credit.&lt;br /&gt;Even now, as I am typing this, I feel a tug in my heart. I am very overwhelmed with emotion because I am seeking. I am seeking His direction and praying for Him to show me what He would have me do and where He would have me go. Is it through blogging, writing devotionals, attempting a book, speaking?&lt;br /&gt;What is it and how do I get there, how can I find it? I feel like it would be easier if God would speak to me like He did Samuel. But then again, I may be confused if He did…such as Samuel was. However, I am trying to take the advice Eli offered Samuel; 1 Samuel 3:9 – So Eli told Samuel "Go and lie down, and if he calls you, say, 'Speak, LORD, for your servant is listening.'" So Samuel went and lay down…&lt;br /&gt;That is my request…Speak, Lord, I want to hear you. I want to know where you want me to be. I want to know how I can be a voice and witness for you. Use me…your servant is listening!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-2399382306621536787?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/2399382306621536787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreaming-and-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2399382306621536787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2399382306621536787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreaming-and-waiting.html' title='Dreaming and Waiting'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-4080139200759842247</id><published>2009-11-04T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:22:28.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Low on Dough???</title><content type='html'>My never-ending cycle of laundry is driving me bananas. The separating, washing, drying, folding and putting them up has me about to scream. The sad thing is this is only a household of two. I don’t know what I would do if there were more clothes to wash. I feel so sorry for those of you with more to do than me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday seems so routine doesn’t it? Wake up, get the coffee, eat breakfast, get dressed, and start the day over with the same things to do. I used to couldn’t wait to be a grown up with my own house when I was little. But I don’t remember signing up for this….lol.&lt;br /&gt;However, I don’t really think we are intended to live life this way. Sure, there are responsibilities we can’t avoid and that require daily attention. But let’s put some fun back in to our lives. Small things, even. It doesn’t have to be costly. (And who can afford much these days?) The other night my hubby and I ordered cheap dinner and then rode to various locations in our town and took pictures together. It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fun ideas for things you can do with the family or as a date night:&lt;br /&gt;1.    Do what we did and eat cheap (order off the dollar menu) drive around town and get out and take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;2.    Have a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;3.    Make S’mores.&lt;br /&gt;4.     Bake up some brownies and divide them evenly and take them around to friends, family or neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;5.    Have a weekly game night (charades or Pictionary ideas can be printed for free off the net)&lt;br /&gt;6.    Bring the mattress into the living room and let everyone pile up on it and have a movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;7.    Stay in your pajama’s all day long and make breakfast, lunch and dinner with goodies in between to snack on all day while watching TV and NOT cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;8.    Have finger foods one night instead of making dinner.&lt;br /&gt;9.    Go to dollar store and buy all $1.00 items to spice up family dinner time. You can find a lot of themed items there…have a luau night.&lt;br /&gt;10. Make a family mission statement and give everyone a copy.&lt;br /&gt;11. Visit a free museum.&lt;br /&gt;12. Make a fort out of blankets or camp out outside.&lt;br /&gt;13. Write encouraging notes and mail them to friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do a puzzle together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;15. Go rollerblading or bike riding or walk in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying life and being content, even when the bank account is low, is what God wants us to do. Part of Philippians 4:11 says….For I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. (Content means happy, satisfied and pleased)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-4080139200759842247?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/4080139200759842247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/low-on-dough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/4080139200759842247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/4080139200759842247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/11/low-on-dough.html' title='Low on Dough???'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-2143001178144605448</id><published>2009-10-25T22:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:22:10.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With the problems women already have with their appearance and their body image; a recent headline really struck a nerve with me. A very well known celebrity has been encouraging her daughter to take her clothes off for a movie. She persuaded her daughter to take a role as a stripper and a lover to her “boyfriend” character in the movie and to get naked “while she’s still young.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media already plays a huge role in the way women feel about themselves and how men view women. Clothing ads all have skinny models. Movies portray sexy women with perfect figures. Modeling shows parade around stick thin women all competing to win a large monetary contract leaving those who do not make the final cut feeling horrible about themselves. It is shocking to me that even a mother would encourage her child to parade her nude body around for millions of viewers while playing a stripper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are we subjected to “perfect” “sexual” women on television, in movies and magazines; but we also see them displayed in pop up ads while innocently checking our e-mail. The other day I was googling a VERY innocent subject searching for an image to use in a card I wanted to print for a friend. Somehow my google search engine setting was changed to “No Filter.” I came across a very pornographic image. I was in shock! I was angered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has an extremely distorted view of beauty. I wish I could shake each person until their brain rattles and they see what true and real beauty is. (lol…my anger showing?) But out of the anger and the insecurities and the self disgust I often feel, there is one thing I hold on to; my Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my God sees how beautiful I am. He made me. His designs are all perfect. His works are awe inspiring. Each woman or man or child…we are all beautifully created. What matters most about each of us is our internal beauty. The saying “pretty is as pretty does” is honestly a very true statement. There are women who seem perfectly put together externally, but their internal attitudes make them appear less attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage=1+Peter+3%3A3-4"&gt;1 Peter 3:3-4&lt;/a&gt; Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God's sight is very precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, it doesn’t matter what we look like or what we wear. It matters not our hairstyle or how straight our teeth are. We are called to be beautiful within.&lt;br /&gt;Just to clarify, I think there is nothing wrong with wanting to be physically fit, dress nice, or watch what we eat. However, we should not let it be the driving force for our validity as a woman of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we had a womens meeting discussing the truth of beauty and I was called on to share something with the women on “real” beauty. Below is a poem that I wrote for that event. As I read the poem, the instrumental version of Barlow Girl’s “Mirror” was playing while I removed every ounce of makeup and recited the following poem. I hope that you will gain something from it. I pray that the Lord will teach you the beauty you posses and that you will see that because you are His child, because you are “fearfully and wonderfully made”; that you are worth more than a rare diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by your hands&lt;br /&gt;Designed from your plan.&lt;br /&gt;The same one who made the seas&lt;br /&gt;Created the beauty in me&lt;br /&gt;Lies of this world tell me who I should be.&lt;br /&gt;But Father, I trust you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me inside and out&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me, covers all doubt.&lt;br /&gt;True beauty lies within my heart&lt;br /&gt;I am your work of art&lt;br /&gt;Lies of this world try to tear my beauty apart.&lt;br /&gt;But Father, I trust you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes; I could never be plain.&lt;br /&gt;Fearfully and wonderfully designed&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes; my beauty shines&lt;br /&gt;Lies of this world try to make true beauty blind.&lt;br /&gt;But father, I trust you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete in your reflection&lt;br /&gt;My loveliness needs no correction.&lt;br /&gt;You love me inside and out&lt;br /&gt;You notice what my heart is truly about&lt;br /&gt;Lies of this world try to fill my head with doubt.&lt;br /&gt;But Father, I trust you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel W. Clark&lt;br /&gt;September 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please see the Barlow Girl Video at the bottom of the page titled “Mirror.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-2143001178144605448?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/2143001178144605448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/10/with-problems-women-already-have-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2143001178144605448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2143001178144605448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/10/with-problems-women-already-have-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-2659689096312792611</id><published>2009-10-22T16:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:18:28.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhh (big breath and deep sigh)</title><content type='html'>For the past several weeks I have felt blah! I haven’t known why and couldn’t explain it. I haven’t felt like myself. I am usually motivated and full of life and energy. I seem to be always seeking something productive to get my hands in to. Here lately, I haven’t been me. I haven’t felt like Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;I do not like this feeling. I have tried to pinpoint the source of my feelings. Is it because of the weather and seasons changing? Could it be because my husband and I are struggling financially right now? Is it possible that this wait, for him to receive a job, is finally getting me down? Or maybe, these past 8 months of the unknown, of taking each day as it comes, of looking for strength to remain hopeful that our time will come is finally getting harder and harder to do. I wasn’t sure.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it is all too common for five things to go wrong when one thing begins going downhill. I am a hopeful person. I try to stay positive in negative situations. It is something I have had to work to obtain. But, positivity started to become very easy for me when it comes to waiting on the Lord. However, lately; it has been really hard to remain upbeat. I am seeking God’s word harder. I am trying to hear His voice in the midst of my “trials.”&lt;br /&gt;The one verse I keep stumbling upon comes from Proverbs 18:10 – The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe.&lt;br /&gt;It has really taken me almost a month to realize why the Lord keeps showing me this verse. I have not been able to understand it until today. I felt like I have been looking too deep for the meaning to try and apply it to my day. But what I see when I hear this verse and what I visualize has made no sense until now. Each time I hear this verse, I imagine a tornado or terrible storm approaching or I can see a thief or robber or murder chasing after me and running in to this strong, steel, unbreakable building and hiding for safety. Then it hit me…..I am seeing this correctly.&lt;br /&gt;That is exactly what is happening…my finances have taken a hit from a terrible storm. The enemy has sought after me to steal and rob my joy and my money. He has tried to kill my spirit and shatter my strength. But I hear the Lord telling me to keep running to Him and I will be safe. It does not matter if it takes 100 times; for 100 times He will be there. The Lord won’t let this storm remain in my life for longer than He knows I can handle. He is showing me that while I wait, I have a place to run.&lt;br /&gt;I know that things will look up for us, and though it is weary to wait for the time…it will come. It has just been difficult for me because I am great as a giver…but not as a receiver. These past 8 months, I have had to humble myself to receive from others. People in my life have given to us financially, provided us with meals, and so much more. I am thankful, for I know the Lord gave these people to us for a reason. I know that through their hands, He has been providing and I trust Him to continue.&lt;br /&gt;I know that eventually things will look up for us. My husband will have a job again, our bills will be straightened out, and we will be able to have more money than we need.  Be assured, when that time comes…we will give unselfishly to others and we will save as much as we can…just in case. I know that the Lord has been teaching me, shaping me, and preparing me. I know He has a greater vision ahead. I lost my sight and direction for a couple of weeks. However, now I am starting to see again.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for your promises. Thank you Lord for Jeremiah 29:11… For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.&lt;br /&gt;I claim that!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-2659689096312792611?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/2659689096312792611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahhhhhhhh-big-breath-and-deep-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2659689096312792611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/2659689096312792611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahhhhhhhh-big-breath-and-deep-sigh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhh (big breath and deep sigh)'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-384443739438765274</id><published>2009-10-17T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:46:10.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Break</title><content type='html'>For some reason my writing bug has left me. I haven’t felt inspired or creative enough to write anything at this time. I am praying and trusting the Lord to reveal to me what He would have me write. So, I may be off of here for a while….seeking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-384443739438765274?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/384443739438765274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/10/small-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/384443739438765274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/384443739438765274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/10/small-break.html' title='Small Break'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-7044560963608250437</id><published>2009-10-05T08:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:59:58.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of God</title><content type='html'>Who has been wronged? How many people have hurt you deeply? Who has loved with all their being and given of themselves unselfishly to another, only to have it thrown back in to your face?&lt;br /&gt;I have! I had a friend that I loved and cared for deeply. I would do anything for her and the majority of the time did. For one reason or another, our friendship ended. When it did end I was left brokenhearted and confused.&lt;br /&gt;I used to let people use me. My need for approval in the past left me giving my all and draining my soul. I wanted to be liked, loved, considered a good friend, pleasing and loving. But, for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of loving her in a manner in which God would be glorified, I let fear of rejection run my emotions and overdid myself. I bit my tongue when I saw her life being shattered because of the decisions she was making.  I knew the reason her life was crumbling was her lack of faith and her non-existent relationship with Christ. I did not ever want to upset her. I would speak little of turning to God for help, but if I felt her close up, I would pretend I never said anything. I felt that if I were to be honest with her about the way her life was headed, that I would be considered closed minded and mean. Instead of being the godly friend I should have been, I failed her.&lt;br /&gt;When this relationship finally came to an end, it was during a time in my life when my own relationship with Christ was strengthening. Timid, quiet, “respectful”, open-minded me suddenly started speaking my mind to her about her lifestyle and the response wasn’t received well. One time in particular she told me that I was self-righteous. She told me that I acted as if my life was perfect and I had no problems. That after 10+ years of friendship with this person and me giving my all to them, I was told she never considered me anything other than an acquaintance. WHOA!&lt;br /&gt;However, I cannot fully blame her for the hurt I felt. I accept probably more than partial responsibility. Because I loved her, I should have been honest with her from the beginning and never tiptoed around her to avoid confrontation. If I had been honest all the time in the beginning, instead of when our relationship started to crumble, she may still be in my life and I might have been able to be used as more of an influence on the importance of a relationship with Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am older and have learned from my mistakes, I have found that it is easier to be myself – Jesus lover and all- and to be honest about who I am from the beginning. If my convictions run someone off, at least I know that a seed has probably been planted. It saves me a lot of hurt and heartache now to be me from the start because I know God shines through and if they run away screaming, at least I know that I did what I could to be a true witness for Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-7044560963608250437?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/7044560963608250437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-love-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7044560963608250437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7044560963608250437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-love-of-god.html' title='For the love of God'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-6039746747828456820</id><published>2009-09-28T21:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:08:50.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Removing Mountains</title><content type='html'>When I was a little girl, I took Mark 11:23 literally. Truly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, Be taken up and thrown into the sea, and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says will come to pass, it will be done for him.&lt;br /&gt;We took trips to the mountains for vacation. I had heard in church that if I had faith the size of a tiny mustard seed that I could say to this mountain to crumble and be removed. As we were climbing the mountain roads in our car I would confess to myself that I had at least that little bit of faith. I would repeat over and over in my head “be removed mountain, crumble!” Thankfully the Lord never answered that prayer, because we were driving on that mountain I wanted to crumble.&lt;br /&gt;As I have aged I have not taken that verse as literally as I used to. However, I do not think that I have given it the full power it deserves, either. I like to think that my faith is the size of a mustard seed. In fact, I know at times that it actually is. I see prayers answered when I ask the Lord to take care of a situation in which I have been asked to pray on. However, I have noticed that the same mustard seed faith I have when praying for another’s need, seems to be smaller when I am praying for my needs.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I feel that God is more likely to answer my prayers for someone else other than for me. Why? I think it is because I do not feel worthy enough. Why should I? I know my sins, I know my faults, and I know my doubts. When I pray for another I am not thinking of their sins, faults, doubts.  I pray believing God will answer their need. But as I travel along this road of prayer and faith with my savior I have to remind myself that God’s grace is what makes me “worthy.”  I have had to teach myself to be positive in prayer, to praise in prayer and to know that whatever I ask in prayer, believing, that I will receive. (Matthew 21:22)&lt;br /&gt;Prayer can be hard and it can be confusing. Prayer can feel like it needs to be said using big words. But God wants us to have a talk with him. To talk to Him earnestly and let Him know what we need, as we do with our friends. I have learned that sometimes all I have to say is “God, you know my need.” When I feel like I can’t express it properly or when I feel worn down from waiting, I just say to God…”you know my heart, you know my need, and I trust you to take care of it.”&lt;br /&gt;Jesus’ death for my sins; His shed blood….that is what makes me worthy. I may forget it at times when the enemy chooses to remind me of how unworthy I am…but God gently reminds me that “He knows my heart, He knows my need, and I need to trust Him to take care of it.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-6039746747828456820?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6039746747828456820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/09/removing-mountains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6039746747828456820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6039746747828456820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/09/removing-mountains.html' title='Removing Mountains'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-7820421035804641887</id><published>2009-09-15T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:55:45.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Alone</title><content type='html'>My heart aches for the worthlessness women feel. In my life I know some of the world’s greatest mothers, daughters, sisters, friends, Christians, professionals, wives, WOMEN that exist. It really pulls at me deep inside when a woman feels ugly, unworthy, depressed, defeated and so on. I wish that I could open their eyes and clear their minds. I want them to see their value and worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enemy seeks to destroy. Each woman I know right now is struggling with something. Some have broken marriages, others have poor body images, and some have no feelings of worth. I feel a deep need for a movement from God to touch each of these women’s lives. I offer the best advice I can, I deeply and earnestly pray from my heart for them all. I wish that these women did not have to experience these battles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One common factor that I have found in all of us is a battle going on in our minds. Thoughts occur and out welcome their stay. Negativity sinks in and we belittle ourselves. Thoughts of fear, worry, doubt, uncertainty, some even death. It feels almost impossible to train your mind to take a positive direction when negativity creeps in. It seems so difficult to find at least one positive thing to hold on to and concentrate on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God’s word teaches us not to worry. He speaks on worry several times in the Bible because He knows it is a part of who we are. We are worriers by nature, it seems. There are several references to worry in the Bible. A few are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:6-7: Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 11: 28-30: “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These verses show us of God’s love and His want for peace in our life. Does that mean that we will never have worry and warfare’s? No! Does that mean that if we pray for this peace that it will ALWAYS come instantaneously? No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I think we do not understand is that this earth is not intended to be pain free. There is heartache, pain, devastation, and worry. There has been since the beginning and will be until the end. These verses are to remind us that in the midst of these things that God is with you. You may not always feel His presence and there may be times you cry out and feel He is not there. But surely, He is. He does not forsake His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are allowed to go through the wars and battles we go through because they teach us valuable lessons and make us want to draw closer to God. They strengthen our relationship with Him when we recognize we are weak and need to be humbled to accept His grace and His strength. We like to have too much control over our lives and it does not work that way. God has to have complete control for our lives to fall in to place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there are times we cry out and we get angry because we are tired of fighting the battles we as women have to fight, we have to press on. God &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; answer our prayers. God &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; hear our cries. God does &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; want us to live in fear. He &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;present. He &lt;em&gt;surely &lt;/em&gt;loves you completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whether you have to pray that prayer 100 times or you have to struggle daily for peace or you have to humble yourself and take your problems to a brother or sister in Christ for guidance and deeper prayer…for whatever reason…you have to go through your own struggle or battle. Because, this too shall pass. AND; when it does, you will have grown, learned more, and you may be used to help someone else in their time of need. Rest assured the enemy will be defeated and your prayer will be answered. God is greater than any problem you may face. If you cry out, but do not feel immediate peace then hold on to this truth…God is with you and you are NEVER ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE SEE NEVER ALONE VIDEO AT BOTTOM OF PAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-7820421035804641887?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/7820421035804641887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-alone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7820421035804641887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/7820421035804641887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-alone.html' title='Never Alone'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-6486649486329670715</id><published>2009-09-10T20:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:29:42.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough already!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am trying to be a positive thinker in a negative world. When I hear my family member or my friend speaking negative thoughts it makes me upset. I always tell them to think positive and that when negativity pops in their mind, to ask God to remove the thoughts and to focus on something good. I need to heed my own advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed three situations lately where I have been negative. And on top of that, I have spoken to two people earlier this week about their negative thinking and how to help overcome it. Here are the three things that popped in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.      My grandmother was rushed to the ER last week. The Paramedics were trying to get in her home after she called 911. She could not answer the door because she was disoriented, so they broke in.  She is doing better now and went home that same night. My husband went over to her house yesterday to drop off a few things I had for her. He called me and asked me to call her house and let her know he was at the door because she was not answering it. My immediate thoughts, were “oh no, she may be hurt, she may need help.” (She was okay, just had the TV too loud.)&lt;br /&gt;2.      My very good friend is expecting a child. She went to hear the heartbeat for the first time yesterday afternoon. After 4 hours of not hearing anything and her not responding to my texts or calls, I became nervous. I thought things may not have gone well at the doctor’s office. I contacted two of our mutual friends to see if they heard word yet. My anxiety caused them to become nervous. They weren’t thinking anything was wrong, until I called. (I did speak with her, everything went well. She heard the heartbeat…she did admit to me that at first they could not find the heart and she, herself, instantly began preparing herself for bad news…she too thought negatively right from the get-go.).&lt;br /&gt;3.      My husband was working cutting grass on a farm today with a large tractor. He was to knock off around 6. He told me that if I called and he did not answer that it may be because the tractor is too loud to hear the phone. He has answered each time I called, so I forgot about the fact that he might at some point not hear it. 6:10 rolled around and he hadn’t called me yet to say he was coming home. Dinner was ready and I wanted to tell him to hurry before it got cold in case he lost track of time. For 45 minutes I tried to reach him with no success. I began to fear that he may have had an accident with the tractor so I got in my car to drive to check on him. Not even a mile from my home, he called me back to say he couldn’t hear the phone over the noise of the tractor and was heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During each circumstance, I called out to God. I prayed for Him to (1) let my grandmother be alright; she was. (2) To please let my friend call me soon with good news; she did. (3) To keep His protective hand over my husband and to let him hear his phone; he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the anxiety over my husband’s safety overwhelmed me today, I heard myself speaking the same words I shared with other’s this week. I immediately prayed for God to remove those negative thoughts from my mind. God answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it is easier to be negative than it is to be positive in the world we live in today. The world, the media, and everyday people we know are all negative. But I am trying to sink myself into God’s word and His promises to help me overcome this anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that helps me is listening to God tell me not to be “of this world.” Romans 12:2 says - Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world likes to bombard us with negativity.  There have been times in the past people have tried to speak negative things on me (out of genuine concern) and it has shocked me that they would think such. They would say things like, “have you ever thought that “this” may be because of “that?” Well, NO…not until NOW, thank you very much….geez!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world wants to harp on all the bad things in life and all the “what-if’s” they can, but God’s word tells me NOT to in Romans 12:2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other verses I like to meditate on is a portion of Proverbs 12:25 – An anxious heart weighs a man down….How true that rings. Anxiety not only weighs you down mentally, but physically as well. It can wear you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND…2 Timothy 1:7 – But God did not give us a spirit of fear. But of power, love and a sound mind.  This verse is staple in my life almost daily, I repeat this to myself often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I believe some of us, more than others, have to work harder to stay positive. It is easy to let fear, doubt and anxiety overwhelm you. Most of us do not think very positively about ourselves that we think something bad is waiting around the corner for us. But rest assured, you can change your frame of mind. As a child of the great King, you can take authority in your life to remove these thoughts and the work of the enemy. For me, this is a struggle that happens too often, but not as bad as it has been in the past. I am learning to lean on the promises of God. I am glad that I caught myself today and asked God to help me. I am thankful that He opened my eyes to see that I need to practice what I preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is a loving God. His love is full of peace and serenity. I know this! I choose to be more positive. I will pray for God to show me how. I will pray for God to show me the instant I am negative and help me to turn it around. I will pray the same for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-6486649486329670715?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6486649486329670715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/09/enough-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6486649486329670715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6486649486329670715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/09/enough-already.html' title='Enough already!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-6430641167053202934</id><published>2009-09-04T14:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:01:05.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My own good news</title><content type='html'>I do not watch the news. Well, not as much as I can help it. My husband is a news junkie . He listens to it on the radio often and on TV. When I listen to the news, I remember why I am so against it. Not against the news as information, but against allowing myself to watch it too much. With everything that is going on in our country and around the world these days, it can be very disheartening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children kidnapped, economy sinking further each day, healthcare being questioned and protested, murders, suicides and so much more. I like to picture my world full of peace. The news would be awesome if they reported: “Today millions of butterflies were seen fluttering in a field of lilies.” or “In debt? Don’t worry, God has all the credits you need.” LOL… (Shouldn’t have watched all those fairytales when I was younger.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I cannot allow myself to get involved in the news is because I can find myself wrapped in fear. Oh, I always know who is bigger than that fear and each time, I give it over to Him. However, some people can let it govern their lives. Upon watching the news with a group of people yesterday a man felt his need to share his take on every topic. He is very passionate about his feelings, but also you can hear the fear in his voice over what “could” happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to him, I felt led to say “Yes, I know it is scary to think of these things and this world is filled with evil. That is why I just have to trust in God to take care of me because His word promises me that He will take care of His children.” “These things happening in our world could be the signs that the end of the world is approaching. To me, all the better, because it shows me His prophecies are being fulfilled and that He will come back and we won’t have to worry anymore over these things.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I recognized myself in him. That could and at times can be… me. That is the exact reason that I do not allow myself to watch the news a lot. I don’t want to worry over everything that is out of my control. Still, I believe I have a voice and that I am to use it. I believe that I am to set an example and stand up for what I believe in, and I do. But what I am trying to say is that I try not to surround my life with negative thoughts all day. That is why I limit my news intake.&lt;br /&gt;Seeking God’s word on the fear that I can allow myself to swim in at times, I came across the following verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Say to those with fearful hearts, "Be strong, do not fear; your God will come, he will come with vengeance; with divine retribution he will come to save you."Isaiah 35:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This says to me, “Rachel, yes; the world is full of evil. There are things that you know are wrong that happen every day. There are so many that do not believe in God and the enemy does have full reign of this earth to tread to and fro. BUT; be strong and do not fear because THE God is your God and He promises to take care of His children. He will come and destroy all that is wrong with this world. You are saved from evil.” …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of doubt, I will fear no evil. For thou art with me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel your life is at times run by fear, know that you are not alone. However, recognize that it is the enemy’s way of stealing your peace and taking your focus off the good that God can do.&lt;br /&gt;And even though I didn’t hear on the news about those butterflies in the field of lilies something else incredible happened to me…. in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a hummingbird feeder on our porch directly in front of our rocking chairs. At first, the hummingbirds were afraid to come drink because the feeder is so close to the chairs. They have eventually gotten used to us sitting there and we now find them drinking all through the day. Yesterday while outside I was standing directly to the left of the feeder about 12 inches away…only 12 inches. I was watching my husband work in the yard. I heard wings flapping at the speed of lightning, and because I am always so afraid of scaring them off, I was startled and felt like I was invading his space. I made no sudden movements, but turned my head slightly to get a better look and saw right smack in front of me every feather, every color, every speedy flap of his wings, his feet and even the nectar that dripped from his beak when he was done. He looked at me for a split second after eating and then flew away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one saw this but me, I knew if I tried to get my husband’s attention by yelling for him to look, that the bird would have left. I felt very thankful for that small gift from God. Afterwards, I relished in the joy that incident brought me and thought of how cool my God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It spoke to me of my wonderful God, and that is all the “news” I need. That my God is awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-6430641167053202934?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/6430641167053202934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-own-good-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6430641167053202934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/6430641167053202934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-own-good-news.html' title='My own good news'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-975073774382934994</id><published>2009-08-29T13:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:49:10.044-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being overwhelmed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>My own retreat</title><content type='html'>My husband is unemployed and has searched for work since January. I am self employed making little income. I have PSVT, a heart condition, which requires monthly medication. I have severe IBS which also requires monthly medication. We have no health insurance. I sat down to budget this morning and sighed a breath of relief when I realized that if I shifted due dates on bills that we would be okay!!!! I checked the mail afterwards and received a wakeup call. We need $900 extra dollars within the next month (forgot that our vehicles were both due for tag renewals on his birthday &amp;amp; his life insurance policy is about to expire). Well, so much for budgeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are tight everywhere right now. There are so many families that are suffering financially just as much if not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; worse than we are. There are people I know who do not have any financial problems, but their health is severely failing. Also, I know people whose marriages are in need of great repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself becoming very sad when hit with all of this. I needed to think and wrap my head around this. I wanted to figure out how we can make this work for ourselves. So, I went outside and saw the beauty of the sun, the clouds in the sky, and felt how nice the weather is today. It has been really hot and humid lately but God has blessed us with a perfect day to be outside and enjoy nature. I started to feel my spirit lifting as I decided I could not handle it alone and chose to hand it all over to God and allow Him to take care of our needs. However, I have to admit that I still feel a sense of the blah’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon turning to God’s word for direction I came across Luke 5:16 which says: “but He withdrew himself to the wilderness, and prayed.” I was so thankful when I came across this verse. This verse is speaking of Jesus. Prior to this passage Luke 5 is telling us of all the great miracles and healing that Jesus was performing. He allowed Simon to catch a multitude of fish after he had been fishing all night unsuccessful. Jesus had healed a man with leprosy causing a great multitude of people to rush towards him for preaching and their very own healing. These events so overwhelmed Christ that He had to go off by himself and pray. After He did, He was revived and able to serve the Lord once again. Even Christ needed a break from all that He was responsible for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel God calling me to go off alone and pray and offer it all to Him. I will obey. For I know He is the only one who can make all the wrongs in my life, right. His promise to be here and never forsake me is the one constant and unchanging thing in my life. I choose today to let it go and give it all to Him. I know He will not desert me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are feeling overwhelmed in your life right now, it does not matter the circumstance, retreat to your own solitude and hand it over to the One who can and will handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-975073774382934994?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/975073774382934994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-own-retreat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/975073774382934994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/975073774382934994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-own-retreat.html' title='My own retreat'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-1378252862123463925</id><published>2009-08-26T20:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:54:37.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Making</title><content type='html'>So, here is the thing. Over the past 3.5 years I have been trying to choose a color for my bedroom...... 3.5 years! We started painting the interior of our home at that time and got every room but the bedroom. I wanted my bedroom to be a retreat that felt vintage, country and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt;. I have painted it three times since then and have NEVER liked the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I went and purchased two paint samples. I got home, put them on the wall and I didn't like either one. My husband and I went back and I decided on a color and instead of allowing myself more options, I told my husband..."just tell the man, I want two gallons" I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; care if I liked it or not, I was tired of feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got home and started painting a section and the verdict is..........I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I felt a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I realized afterwards that it should not have been so hard to pick a paint color. It led me to wonder about my decision making skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no secret that I have always had a difficult time making decisions. I have been known to ask the opions of others, often. In fact some of the decisions I have made over the years on my own have been poor choices that led me on a path I should not have taken. I think because of my failure at making appropriate choices myself, it has kinda made me second guess myself in almost every other area of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me wonder about what God has to say about making choices. I decided to see what the Bible says about decision making and found the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will instruct you and teach you in the way which you should go; I will counsel you with My eye upon you."&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 32:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse really showed me something. The reason my lifestyle choices in the past led me further from God's grace and not closer to Him is because at the time, I was not seeking His wisdom and direction in my life. I am thankful to say that over the years I have learned to seek His direction first and have been more satisfied with the outcome. However, there are times that I jump in to an important decision without asking God and waiting for His answer. These are the times when I wish I had. I get frustrated sometimes waiting to hear from Him and instead I proceed with what I think is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do find it cool how God works in our lives. Little did I know or expect that trying to choose a color for my bedroom wall would reveal a new lesson from God. I have DECIDED (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) that from now on, I will pay more attention when faced with a serious or not so serious choice. I will stop, pray, seek and listen. Because God is my savior, I will continue to be in His word so that He can teach me and lead me in the way I need to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-1378252862123463925?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1378252862123463925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/08/decision-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1378252862123463925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1378252862123463925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/08/decision-making.html' title='Decision Making'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-8380471398475871156</id><published>2009-08-20T17:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:15:30.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I would tell God</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like a song was written specifically with you in mind? Can you still remember the first time that you ever heard it play? Remember the way it sent chills from your head to your toes and you could not help but close your eyes and revel in the beauty of the song?&lt;br /&gt;I am a music LOVER…music calms me when I am angry, makes me cry when I am sad, energizes me when I need that extra boost. I have fallen in love with “Revelation Song” by Kari Jobe. If I could talk to God in person; one on one and let Him know exactly how I felt for Him, this song would encompass everything I would want to tell Him. From the words to the piano, to the drums, to the guitar, to absolutely everything it encompasses, each individual portion of the song would be what I want to say to God.&lt;br /&gt;When I hear this song, I imagine standing before God and being moved by His beauty and love for me. It makes me think of the day when I will get to see Him. There is a portion that says “With all creation I sing, praise to the King of Kings”; how awesome that day will be.  The glory of knowing all my pains, fears, sickness, and doubts will be forever forgotten. Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty….such a marvelous mystery!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(scroll to the bottom of my blog and click on the Revelation Song by Kari Jobe; youtube video and enjoy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-8380471398475871156?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/8380471398475871156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-would-tell-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8380471398475871156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/8380471398475871156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-would-tell-god.html' title='What I would tell God'/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-1936592054526232936</id><published>2009-08-17T09:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:13:16.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When was the last time you laughed? I mean a full-hearted, loud, hard to breathe, tears streaming down your face, can't stop laughing-laugh? For me it had been a while. I tend to be so serious about things. Bills get overlooked, laundry gets piled up, I can not find anything for breakfast, I realize I need gas in my car when I only have 10 minutes to be somewhere and on and on and on. Life is so busy and our minds are so overcharged that "fun" can be the furthest thing from our mind.&lt;br /&gt;The other night my husband was asked to go fix his sister's computer. We headed over to her home to complete one more task before our day ended. Little did I know that I would wind up laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe. Another "to-do" turned into a night of talking and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good to laugh and share. My soul felt cleansed. When we got in the truck to head home, I was in awe at how great I felt. I slept sound when I crawled in bed and the next day I continued snickering over things I remembered from the night before. It made my day so much brighter.&lt;br /&gt;As women we tend to  carry the weight of the world on our shoulders. Some of us are daughters, wives, friends, mothers, grandmother's, aunts, Sunday School teachers, caregivers, professionals, sports team leaders, bill payers, grocery shopper's, homemakers, the list goes on.  Some of us are all of the above. No wonder we become so serious.&lt;br /&gt;We all need to take the time in our life to stop and laugh. Schedule a girls night out. Call a friend over for a two hour visit. Listen to a clean comedy station on the way to run your errands. There are many ways that we can add a little laughter in our life. We need it, it is the best medicine! It cleanses our souls and makes us feel lighthearted.&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to schedule that downtime with someone who makes you laugh. I hope that when you do that you will laugh so hard, you cry or even wet your pants (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374407386975644367-1936592054526232936?l=rachelwclark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/feeds/1936592054526232936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-was-last-time-you-laughed-i-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1936592054526232936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374407386975644367/posts/default/1936592054526232936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelwclark.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-was-last-time-you-laughed-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11558659233574774113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374407386975644367.post-430131489132580231</id><published>2009-08-13T17:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:30:48.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring the Rain</title><content type='html'>I have been seeking a closer walk with God lately. I can remember always knowing that God existed. From the time I can recall my first memory, I believed in God. I was baptised when I was 9 years old. Although, I believe at that age, I did not fully comprehend the actual relationship. I was in church most every time the doors were opened until I was about 18 years old. I mostly enjoyed going to church, esp. as a youth because with all the things that were always going on in our youth group, it made it fun and the relationships I formed with people my age was a crucial part of my happiness at that time. I still did not fully comprehend the relationship with God, though. I knew I believed, I knew He sent His Son for my sins, but I guess I did not really grasp what that meant.As some teenagers do, I rebelled and did so hardcore. Even though I attended church regularly, I put on the sweet girl image during services, all the while acting as someone else entirely when away from fellow Christians. I did not do this intentionally, nor did I feel at that time that it was really wrong because I knew God loved me and in my mind, as long as I sought forgiveness, it was okay to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church was an awesome church with lots of teens and lots of activities and then things started to change. It seemed to me that there were people in our church who started doing some things that in my mind seemed ungodly. There were changes being made and my pastor decided to step down from preaching and for a while did not preach at all. Once this happened we kinda ceased going to church on a regular basis and tried to find the right church home for us. During this time, I graduated from High School and moved in to my first apt. with my best friend. All I had was a mattress the first night I moved and had not even packed all my things from home. I was so anxious to move away from home, I slept that first night on my mattress reveling in the joy of freedom.If I had known at that time what that freedom would get me in to or how that freedom would affect my life later, I may not have made most of the decisions I made. But, such is life (and teenagers)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ceased going to church all together. Why go to church and feel guilty about my sins when I could sin all I wanted and there were people there who did not judge me for the life I was leading simply because, well...they were doing it all with me? I will not go in to all the mistakes I made or all the things that happened in my life. Simply because I am not brave enough to allow everyone to read it when I am still ashamed of most. I would love to, one day, to share my testimony with young girls esp. maybe i can be a speaker somewhere that I know no one...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, slowly i began realizing that maybe my life was a mess for a reason and decided that I needed to be back in church. It started back when I met my future husband and we began talking (not dating) but talking. He was someone I could tell ANYTHING to and he did not judge me. He accepted me for me, shame and all. So I think subconsciously I knew he was the one for me, and wanted to test his faith in God before we began dating, so....I made him go to church with me. Once I saw he was willing to go...I knew he was the one. I enjoyed the services and realized that I had been missing God's word in my life.I believe sometimes God breaks us down so that we have no one to turn to other than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well right when I started going back to church, I stopped again. Things in my life started falling a part. I moved away from home again (had to go back once b/c of lifestyle choices not working out) and being on my own for real this time, I started to notice that I could not make things go right in my life on my own. I needed to be "saved". I sunk in to a deep depression and began having panic attacks, going to bed at 6pm and sleeping until 8. Missing work on a regular basis and crying at the drop of a hat. My poor "future" husband at that time...whew...I know he must love me to have dealt with that. I began praying, reading God's word, attending church and begging for forgiveness of all my faults during my "leave of absence" so to speak. Slowly I began to feel like myself. I was beginning to feel peace and joy and not fear and depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I married, we have gone to church on a regular basis. However, I still struggled with my past. Beating myself up for the things I did and not letting go of the pain and accepting God's Grace. I felt like a poor Christian, when the whole thing about it is how we are not worthy, we are saved by Grace. Yet, I still did not understand how if I could not forgive myself, then how could God.I love how God loves us. I love how He knows what is best and how He allows things to happen to us and how He gives us needs that can only be filled by Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I went to a seminar for my birthday two years ago, at that time I was thirsting so strongly for knowledge and peace. There were still things in my life I could not let go and things in my life at the present time that I could not understand how God was allowing that to happen. While at the se
