<?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-2238597476293910588</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:12:36.081-08:00</updated><category term='faith'/><title type='text'>LOVE BOUND</title><subtitle type='html'>"Set your eyes on above and not on things of this earth." Colossian 3:2</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-1173360535582126206</id><published>2011-07-11T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:42:37.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy can I have this?</title><content type='html'>My four year old daughter and I  got home late a few nights ago after a long day.  To my daughter's delight she finds a new magazine with her name on it awaiting on the stairs. This magazine is filled with a little girls dream of dolls and all sorts of doll things. She starts to look through it with such excitement. Then there is the moment to where she points to the picture and proclaims, "Mommy, this is what I want! Can I have this?" I look at her and smile and tell her "We will see." She walks away then turns around and says proudly, "I will ask Daddy!" Then gives me a big grin. I smile and try not giggle at her seriousness. I ask her, "Why, will daddy say YES?" She looks at me and said, "Maybe... but I don't know, I can ask him."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went to bed that night thinking all about the dolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning was what got me thinking by her actions. And it reminded this is how we should be with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as she woke up, she marched down from her room with the magazine in hand.  "Mom, where is Daddy?" I told her he was in the bathroom. She zoomed away. My curiosity was kicking in so I trailed behind her to watch what she was going to do. She sat on the ground by the door and knocked so gently. She listened and then heard the shower running. She knocked another time. Waited. Did this a few times over and over and waited some more. Then she took the magazine in her hand and started to slide it under the door, it was not sliding very easily for her under the door but she kept knocking and seeking determined to show her dad her request.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked away, and all I could think was this is how we are to be before our God.  "Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you."(Matt 7:7)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how quickly we give up. My daughter didn't know the answer but she knew she can ask and see what happens. She was determined to not give up, till she had her Daddy's undivided attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end the story, does my daughter have the doll? Did her Daddy say Yes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now she is waiting. She and her daddy pinned the magazine page up on her bulletin. And she is waiting....and she has no idea when it will come but she is eager to wait. She is confident her Daddy knows what is best for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their is my challenge how are we when our God pins our request on our bulletin board and says wait. Our we eager to wait or do get exasperated and rip down our request and throw it in the trash?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bible is filled with waiting. The promises our even more true of how faithful God is when we wait. "Delight yourself also in the Lord, And He shall give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord, Trust also in Him, And He shall bring it to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He shall bring forth your righteousness as the light, And your justice as the noonday. Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently." Psalm 37:4-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-1173360535582126206?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/1173360535582126206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2011/07/daddy-can-i-have-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/1173360535582126206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/1173360535582126206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2011/07/daddy-can-i-have-this.html' title='Daddy can I have this?'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-5767423242931226897</id><published>2010-12-03T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:19:26.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;LIFE!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just go for it!!! Jump on the tree and start climbing and when you fall down, get back up!!! Today I  was watching my daughter climb a tree, the excitement, and when she fell, the scrapes barely fazed her! She just gets back up does it over and over. Pure excitement, and she is not even thinking about going to the top, she is just enjoying the adventure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My question is why do we let life beat us up after we fall down! God has given us His Spirit to live in us! I recently read that we are are mail that God sends out! What are you junk mail, a bill that needs to be paid, or a love letter! You matter and right in your area you are making a difference. Seriously, when is the last time you smiled at someone in the grocery store. Love will grow cold as the days go, but Love like you want to be loved. Live it inside the house all the way outside the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we all have days we don't feel like climbing , trust me I understand. Get up again, and  just start climbing that tree, the adventure of the day lies ahead. No act of kindness is too small!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-5767423242931226897?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/5767423242931226897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/5767423242931226897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/5767423242931226897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts...'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-2990756588932208707</id><published>2010-12-03T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:00:52.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie Held Official Music Video "When You Said I Do"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ScKbhKGltUI?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-2990756588932208707?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/2990756588932208707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2010/12/julie-held-official-music-video-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/2990756588932208707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/2990756588932208707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2010/12/julie-held-official-music-video-when.html' title='Julie Held Official Music Video &quot;When You Said I Do&quot;'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ScKbhKGltUI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-2396489573919252994</id><published>2010-11-18T23:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:54:57.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/TOYsNKyVjyI/AAAAAAAAACo/05sc6Cvu4Sw/s1600/sept%2B2010%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/TOYsNKyVjyI/AAAAAAAAACo/05sc6Cvu4Sw/s400/sept%2B2010%2B032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541164996271378210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My husband and I this year, have stepped out in faith, and we keep saying it is like walking on water toward Jesus. You literally got to keep your eyes on Him or you freak out and start sinking or should I say drowning with worry, fret, fear, "what-in-the-world-are-we-doing!" So I write this blog from this mindset...."Faith, He can move the mountains, I know it!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever have that feeling, "Life is scary, even when it feels completely calm." You know in your gut it is all gonna work out somehow, but the How? and When? you have no idea and that actually just makes you start to freak out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I heard in Bible Study that God will wait for us to stop fretting so He can finish what He started. He is the beginning and the end, so when we don't know the ABC's to life or the 123's, He does, He created the A to Z and the 123's.  He's not gonna let you cross the finish line while fretting.  He is going to patiently wait for you to trust in Him.  He wants you to grow character, patience, kindness, love, gratitude, thankfulness, and understand He is Lord of all and Lord in all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thought on my mind, I can not get out of my head is .....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recently heard this story from a young girl who went on a mission trip to Africa. She said, early in the morning she woke up to children, who were orphans, singing loudly. To none other than JESUS!  They would sing, "This is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be in glad in it. For this is the day that the Lord has made...." Need I even go in to detail, how much different they live than us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This really made me start thinking on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have always heard the faith in Africa, in Christian believers is incredible, well maybe their mind is set on above and not on this earth.  How come we don't wake up singing, "this is the day that the Lord has made..." We need to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; We need to praise God in the morning in the night and all day long! This really convicted me, so the past week my husband, daughter, and I have been waking up praising God. And what a difference the whole day takes on. Gets you all excited to read His Word, and listen!  We need to worship the KING OF KINGS in our homes, not just in our church buildings! Your first ministry is at home, how easily we forget.  When is the last time you praised God  in song as a family together in your home?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what will be the first thing you will be doing tomorrow morning?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I challenge you, try 1 week and see your heart transform, and your faith boosted in the Redeemer, Oh HOW HE LOVES US!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walk on water He is waiting for you to get out of the boat! Step out in FAITH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"For we walk by faith, not by sight." 2 Corinthians 5:7&lt;/span&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/2238597476293910588-2396489573919252994?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/2396489573919252994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-week-challenge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/2396489573919252994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/2396489573919252994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-week-challenge.html' title='1 week challenge'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/TOYsNKyVjyI/AAAAAAAAACo/05sc6Cvu4Sw/s72-c/sept%2B2010%2B032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-2241003830627754518</id><published>2010-10-22T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:56:10.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Why this 40 foot ladder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Is it a 40 foot ladder? And you know you are suppose to go all the way to top, because you know that is part of your legacy in life that God has placed before you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are you frozen in fear? Because all you see is a 40 foot thin wobbly ladder that is not bolted down to the ground. You have tried to climb it but only puts you in shock and you only go up 5 steps, then freeze then go slowly go back down, convincing yourself it is not for you but someone else. Even though you have faith in God knowing He is with you each step of the way in this task that He has specifically given this ladder to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friend, Annie Phipps,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just went through a real live scenario like this in her life. She is an artist that paints murals. She recently had to go paint a mural at the Fender Museum in Corona, California. She got there with paints in hand and paintbrushes ready to go.  But she gets in the room and looks at the ladder that goes way up, and we are talking way up! Fear  starts to set in, but she convinces herself she can do this, she starts to climb, but she only gets to the 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;step. She starts to grip the ladder in fear, her mind is swirling, which in return makes her feel the ladder is about crash any minute! She starts backing down, she has convinced herself if she goes all the way up to the top...that it's all over. CRASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; After an hour of turmoil and anxiety doing her best to trust God with all her heart. She gets to the car sobbing and feeling defeated by this thing, this obstacle. Trying to get it all together but  just can't do it all by herself.   She puts a call to her husband  for help, explains her major obstacle, that she has to get up that ladder to finish this masterpiece....but she is scared by the 5th step that she can’t do it. Her husband's reply, "I will be there in 5 mins."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; He arrives and takes her hand and he gets on the ladder, climbs to the top jumps on the 40 foot ladder a few times, to  show Annie, look how secure it is. It’s not going anywhere. He gets down and encourages her to get on the ladder and get to the top. She starts and once again by the 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; step, fear sets in, she freezes and she comes down. Frustrated with fear and insecurities, knowing the task awaits her. She is the one chosen for this job.  All she can do is look up at the blank wall  40 feet in the air, wishing it would just drop to her level. But knowing full well it won't and the blank wall awaits her brushstrokes, so the masterpiece maybe finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her husband says, "ok, let’s do this again... start going up."  She takes a deep breath of courage and she starts the process again.  The next thing she knows, her husband is right behind her, cheering her on. "Keep going, your doing great, let’s do this together, almost there."  Before you know it, they are both at the top, and he stays up there until she is fully comfortable with paintbrush in hand and starts to form the beautiful colors that were intended to be on that wall, in that place, on that particular day.  She has  fully forgotten that she is dangling 40 feet up in the air on a thin metal ladder and she painting freely in faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The masterpiece was completed that day and as my friend shared this story. All I could think of is how, God has masterpieces for all of us to complete in our lives. It might be being a friend who is in need, being the spouse God intended you to be, loving your children, taking care of an elderly parent, reaching out in your community and/or loving complete strangers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But how fear grips us and we never go further than the 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; step, because we have convinced our hearts and minds that is not what God wants for us. Even though all he wants is our willing heart to hold the paintbrush.  He will guide you on how to lay the paint and draw the lines. It’s His masterpiece, we are just the tool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What fear or insecurity have you hidden in your heart? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What masterpiece awaits you? Are you climbing in faith knowing God is right there to catch you or are you at the bottom looking up, frozen in fear with hot tears streaming down your face, wondering why you have been chosen for this task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   A master piece awaits you and God wants to use you as His tool. Get up there, keep climbing. For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and love and a sound mind. 2 timothy 1:7&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&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/2238597476293910588-2241003830627754518?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/2241003830627754518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-this-40-foot-ladder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/2241003830627754518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/2241003830627754518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-this-40-foot-ladder.html' title='Why this 40 foot ladder?'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-8092530818262908693</id><published>2010-06-30T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:05:41.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a failure always a lesson</title><content type='html'>Sorrow....we fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried so hard out of anguish not knowing what to do with it. But afterwards  felt so relieved, a peace that passes all understanding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to go through sorrow so we can be refined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For God can use sorrow in our lives to help us turn away from sin and  seek salvation. We will never regret that kind of sorrow. But sorrow  without our repentance is the kind that results in death." 2 Cor 7:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times we fear sorrow, ...cause the pain, hurt, anguish is so deep to the heart...but those are the moments God goes deep in our hearts and then we start to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there is the sorrow where we don't learn and that is where the "death" comes in. Might be the death of opportunity, job, family,  a friend, and/or  ultimately salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you in your moment of sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry out to God to show you?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you harden your heart and say" I got this"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to ask God,  "show me what you want me to see."  And then watch and wait. He might answer you right then and there, or later.  God is always speaking just a matter of us listening.....sometimes He even whispers a gentle whisper. And then sometimes it might be in BOLD LETTERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-8092530818262908693?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/8092530818262908693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2010/06/never-failure-always-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/8092530818262908693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/8092530818262908693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2010/06/never-failure-always-lesson.html' title='Never a failure always a lesson'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-2232460635341391883</id><published>2010-03-16T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:49:52.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>66 years!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/S6BlKrT0VyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UYFyJpNTUcw/s1600-h/Van+Ryn+Photo+Shoot+10-04-09+020.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/_pZISG5JQD0I/S6BlKrT0VyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UYFyJpNTUcw/s200/Van+Ryn+Photo+Shoot+10-04-09+020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449466783217243938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today as I went for walk with my sister in her neighborhood, we came upon a home that I   don't think I will forget the moment. It was a elderly couple stooping down together side by side in their front yard,  and as we came closer we realized they were picking weeds together. Literately pulling each weed one by one an placing them in  a bucket next to them. My first reaction as we came near to them, "oh these poor old people, they need help."  But as you got closer, it was more than that. It was them spending time together. It made me ponder what will our generation be like when we are in our 80's?   Will you even see couples together doing such things? Many married couples in our generation don't even understand what it is like to be alone together without the cell phones, texting, and laptops?  And we really don't  know what kind of impact this will have on our society yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Well, back to this beautiful couple....They had to be at least in their 80's. You have to understand there were zillions of weeds in the yard and they were hand picking each one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stopped to talk to them. We asked them how long they had been married. The little old lady with short parted gray hair to the side with a missing front tooth, gave us a big grin and said "66 years!" The man looked up and smiled. And he had to figure out what year they got married in. It was awesome! Then he proceeded to tell us how he fought in World War 2 in the Marines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then asked them what's your advice to stay married so long. Then the wife looked at us with tender eyes and  said confidently, "Love One Another."   Then she paused and said, " and I always protect him, and he protects me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We chatted a little longer offering to find some help, but the husband did not see it necessary. Oh... but his wife did.  She even said that she argued with him to not to go outside and pick the weeds.   But regardless how she felt,  she went out there with him, and picked the weeds as well. That made us laugh!  Proves that even at 66 years of marriage you will always have disagreements, but the key is to &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;protect&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;support&lt;/i&gt; each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I just celebrated my 10th anniversary this month, I hope to be picking weeds with my husband one day at 66 years of marriage! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Life is an experience. Live it too the fullest, celebrate the small things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even if it is picking weeds!&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-2232460635341391883?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/2232460635341391883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2010/03/66-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/2232460635341391883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/2232460635341391883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2010/03/66-years.html' title='66 years!!!'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/S6BlKrT0VyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UYFyJpNTUcw/s72-c/Van+Ryn+Photo+Shoot+10-04-09+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-1304177811863509463</id><published>2010-01-17T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T02:11:23.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO sugar???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/S1Ld8bNki-I/AAAAAAAAACI/t4-lKvAR6Vs/s1600-h/no+sugar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/S1Ld8bNki-I/AAAAAAAAACI/t4-lKvAR6Vs/s200/no+sugar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427644531101436898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who really wants to embark on a fast of "NO  man made sugar"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not I.  But sometimes you know God keeps whispering to you...."you need to do this." And everywhere you go, you keep hearing the Holy Spirit whispering to you...."Come on, follow me in this, I want to reveal new things to you, it is for good, not for harm. Trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is exactly what happened when I seen a friend's emblem on Facebook "no sugar".&lt;br /&gt;I seen it, clicked on it,  and I thought, " that is something I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need to do.  I could learn a lot by making it a fast unto God, and teaching my body to submit to God in this area, and having the accountability of others in this area."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously just in 3 days I underestimated it .  Seriously, I didn't know God was going to reveal His character to me through this and show me the ways of disobedience of a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 3 days for me have been an awesome spiritual journey. God showed me plainly 3 examples of how we sin, not the food so much, but the heart and our motivations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days / 3 situations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  "I will just have a little nibble of this cookie, it is just a little bit, I just want to taste it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is a good example of when we compromise and say it is just a little bit, it won't hurt, knowing in your heart your not suppose to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)  "I am going to eat 2 handfuls of this cheese balls, CAUSE I WANT TO,  forget that sugar thing, these are good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is a good example  when we say I am going to  (fill in the blank) knowing FULL well this is not God's will; knowing full well we are disobeying completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)  Then there is the sin of not knowing literally.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking something completely sweet not even remembering your not suppose to. Then someone comes later and says "why were you drinking that sweet, when your not suppose to?" then it hits you - Whoa!  I totally forgot, I wasn't even aware I was doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is a good example of a sin, that you may commit that you don't realize you have done. Then someone or Jesus confronts you on it. Do you repent or deny? What is your reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it 3 different  ways of compromise from small to great.  But remember sin is sin, all lead to compromise. God's Word says, " For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of GOD." Romans 3:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite verses is Colossians 3:2, "Set your mind on things above and not on things of this earth." Then just today I read this verse :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the spirit, the things of the spirit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think, what are we striving for daily.  What do you set your mind on everyday, is it yourself, your desires, your motivations, your status, etc. ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it... how can I love someone today, how can I serve God today, what do you want me to do today LORD???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;Sin is sin...but when you truly know and love Jesus, It is more than not just confession(s)  or mouth action, "Oh, Lord I am sorry."  It  is FAITH WITH ACTIONS. So grab your Bible, journal, and accountability friend ....and commit to God   (fill in the blank) that you know  He has been whispering to you for awhile, submit...there is such a blessing in being obedient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/NATHAN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;"what you do everyday&lt;br /&gt;matters more than what you do once in awhile."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-1304177811863509463?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/1304177811863509463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-sugar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/1304177811863509463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/1304177811863509463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-sugar.html' title='NO sugar???'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/S1Ld8bNki-I/AAAAAAAAACI/t4-lKvAR6Vs/s72-c/no+sugar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-1566220676198994358</id><published>2009-12-13T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:36:42.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Jesus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/SyXYzoK3w6I/AAAAAAAAACA/SR2pXir7FpY/s1600-h/Jesus+and+the+teachers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/SyXYzoK3w6I/AAAAAAAAACA/SR2pXir7FpY/s400/Jesus+and+the+teachers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414972508450833314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever lost something?  It is frustrating, trying to remember where your keys are or your wallet.  What about have you ever lost someone you loved? Not speaking of death here, just that moment of panic of someone being "lost". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mary and Joesph sure did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, they lost Jesus at the age of 12 years old at the end of their journey to Jerusalem for a Feast of Passover. They assumed Jesus was among the relatives and acquaintances. Which myself being a mother is an easy thing to assume; let me assure you of that.  But the scriptures go on to say that they didn't find him. And they returned to Jerusalem and found him 3 days later! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whoa! Let's just ponder on this, they know that God has called them to be the parents of Jesus, the Son of God! Can you imagine the panic and anguish they must of went through, the shame, the guilt, anger, tears, embarrassment, on and on... not to mention fear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagine first it starts with probably Mary and Joesph, "you got Jesus?" , "No, do you?", "No!" Then the look of where is Jesus...."do you got Jesus?" Might have been the buzz around the community in a matter of moments. And moments turned into days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The scriptures go on to say, " they found him in the temple sitting in the midst of teachers, both listening to them and asking them questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; all who heard Him were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;astonished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at His understanding and answers. So when they saw Him, they were amazed; and His mother said to Him, "Son, why have you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this to us? Look, Your father and I have sought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anxiously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (Luke 2:47-48)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My question for you is " Do  you loose Jesus in your social life?"  This started making me think of what we do with Jesus when we are at "feasts" with family, friends, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  Do we assume Jesus is there with us and just kinda let him hang out and kinda of forget about him for the moment, because we are more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;consumed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; with ourselves,  our own motives, and/or status.   Then realize later, "where are you, Jesus?" and we start to call out for him in our life once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jesus reply to his parents is very thought provoking.  And He said to them, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"why did you seek Me? Did you not know that I must be about My Father's business?"&lt;/span&gt; (Luke 2:49)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the first question we are reading since hearing of his birth in the scriptures.  Pretty intense question for the first question recorded in scriptures. Let's read that first question again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Why did you seek me?" &lt;/span&gt;Jesus asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friends, think about this question. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why do you seek Him?"&lt;/span&gt;   What is your motivation of seeking Jesus? Is it for status, social etiquette, seems-the-thing-to-do, or is He the Savior of your life?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or do you even seek Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; My friends, Jesus never looses us, but we loose him and forget him daily.&lt;br /&gt;We need to repent daily and call after Him, and He will answer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;scripture reference: Luke 2:41-50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; (NKJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Julie Held&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-1566220676198994358?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/1566220676198994358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/12/got-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/1566220676198994358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/1566220676198994358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/12/got-jesus.html' title='Got Jesus?'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/SyXYzoK3w6I/AAAAAAAAACA/SR2pXir7FpY/s72-c/Jesus+and+the+teachers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-291955080615884870</id><published>2009-11-16T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:06:47.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Prepare yourself like a man..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                         Latest NEWS: &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"NASA on Crusade to Debunk '2012 ' Apocalypse Myths "  &lt;/span&gt;(movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="httphttp://movies.yahoo.com/feature/afp-nasa-2012-myths.html://"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/afp-nasa-2012-myths.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hummm&lt;/span&gt;....maybe they should read God's Word: Revelation, Ezekiel, Daniel, Jeremiah... this list goes on....I love how man thinks he know what is all to happen in the future, when he can't even tell you how his day will go tomorrow." (these were my first thoughts after reading this article.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This article amused me because man always sounds &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so sure&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;, either they are so over confident or completely irrational.  There is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SUCH a HUGE God size hole&lt;/span&gt; in all of our hearts. Some of us embrace Him and some of us don't. But the end result is the same...we only have at the most 100 years or so on this earth till the next generation...what will you believe? Are you struggling with God right now? confused if God even hears you?  Read on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Prepare yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer Me."&lt;/span&gt; Sounds abrupt doesn't it?  Who would  speak like this? Maybe an angry wife, officer, attorney, judge....nope.  This is God almighty, the KING OF KINGS!!&lt;/span&gt; I don't think he was angry, I think he was stern and wanted answers from His creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The article with the NASA scientists makes me think of a man named Job in God's Word because the NASA theories seem  so confident like they built the earth!&lt;/span&gt; As if they know the time of beginning and ending. I think they need to read Job to get a better perspective of the real Alpha and Omega.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  I Challenge you to Read on, I know you got things to do...but it is God who wrote His Word &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Click the link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://%20http//www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=job%2038-42&amp;amp;version=NKJV"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=job%2038-42&amp;amp;version=NKJV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOTE: Many have heard of this book of Job, and either they fear this book due to it brings \ fear and/or anger.  Or they just have never read it through, it is intense book, but yet so human, like you and I.  Just God and human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  A man named Job, who loved the Lord immensely. But he went through a major season of suffering on this earth, during this difficult season at one point he is talking to God with complaints and demands. As man and woman we have tendency to put God on our level and/or our equal  footing... especially when there is challenges and pain because we are not sure what to do, usually just to being sinful human. ( I know I have.) But lets look beyond ourselves for a moment and see how GREAT is our God.  HE IS SO MUCH GREATER than fame, status, insecurities, problems, pain.... Let us start treasuring our real treasure in Heaven...JESUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These chapters always help me to keep a close perspective&lt;br /&gt;on what a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; MIGHTY GOD I SERVE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then decide who is right NASA, movies, or GOD???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-291955080615884870?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/291955080615884870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/11/prepare-yourself-like-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/291955080615884870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/291955080615884870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/11/prepare-yourself-like-man.html' title='&quot;Prepare yourself like a man...&quot;'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-7635169072531391351</id><published>2009-07-13T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:28:08.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you hear it... the God whisper?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Slwjzb9aFFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cRU0HnDYwp8/s1600-h/DSC02991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Slwjzb9aFFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cRU0HnDYwp8/s200/DSC02991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358197023249667154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what to write about, but this is on my heart because God is real and alive, and how God speaks just grabbed me last night.  I grab the Bible and open it.  There it is 1 Kings 19, looking at me, and on the side says "God Whispers." And I knew right there, God was whispering to me....&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start reading, and God's timing  is incrediable. (Mind you this is 1 am in the morning.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elijah, this great man of God, that we all know and hear of often who obeyed God and served him whole heartly.  Well, he did have break down moments, just like normal people, like you and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In this part of his life, he ran out of fear because people wanted to kill him for doing God's work. Then he goes to the desert and tells God, " I have had enough, LORD," he said. Take my life: I am no better than my ancestors."  This great man Elijah was normal like you and I, and he thought he was done.  Then he falls asleep God provides food and water for him, wakes him to eat 2 times.  Then he travels 40 days and 40 nights to the mountain and goes in a cave....and THEN....well, you will have to read the rest for yourself ...and read about how God Whispers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we quiet enough to hear God whisper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check your surroundings daily, He might be whispering to you in beautiful ways. Don't miss those moments. He whispered to me last night.... "I AM gonna take care of it all, get some sleep my child, I love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-7635169072531391351?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/7635169072531391351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-hear-it-god-whisper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/7635169072531391351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/7635169072531391351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-hear-it-god-whisper.html' title='Do you hear it... the God whisper?'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Slwjzb9aFFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cRU0HnDYwp8/s72-c/DSC02991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-8200307908061828818</id><published>2009-06-21T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:52:47.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sj8oAW5gEsI/AAAAAAAAABw/Neiov7hhE0o/s1600-h/DSC02994.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/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sj8oAW5gEsI/AAAAAAAAABw/Neiov7hhE0o/s200/DSC02994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350038868951306946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is Father's day, and I am so excited to celebrate this day with my awesome husband. Truly he is such an amazing daddy to our daughter! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the Hallmark store with our daughter a few days ago to have her pick out a card for her daddy, and she found one right away. A card with a big bumble bee with a huge smile. She came proudly to me, "here mama, this is for daddy."  Even though she can't read, I read the card and grinned and told her it was perfect. We bought the card and she proudly took the card and walked proudly to the car.  All the way home, she talked about her card for her daddy and how she loves him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today when she gave her daddy the card, she was so proud. That after he opened the card. She wanted it back.  She was in her carseat in the car,  she took the card for a whole half hour she kept opening and closing the card and making up all kinds of thank you's for her daddy and how she wants to hug him, and love him. Seriously, it was so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made me start thinking, how often do we pick a "card" of love for our Daddy in Heaven, and proudly thank him for ALL  he does for us daily. Think about it he, gives us food, clothing, a roof over our head, the beauty of his creations, a heart that beats....He brought His ONLY Son to this earth to take our place so that we may be with Him forever one day....incrediable!!!  Do we truly understand His GREAT LOVE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does our heart beat wildly with such joy and excitement when we come before our God daily  with  our "card of  thanksgiving" or do we thank him because he is our "dad" and we "have to" say thank you,  then just set the card to the side not thinking much about what we just said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I bet we would have more JOY in our lives if we just thanked our daddy in Heaven, just like our 2 year old daughter did today.  There was not a worry in her, that her daddy won't take care of her needs, she just loves him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Let's just start loving Jesus, just because he is our Papa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"How &lt;i&gt;GREAT&lt;/i&gt; is the love the Father has &lt;i&gt;lavished&lt;/i&gt; on us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; that &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; should be called &lt;i&gt;children of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; God!&lt;/i&gt; .." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1 John 3:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-8200307908061828818?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/8200307908061828818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-because-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/8200307908061828818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/8200307908061828818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-because-daddy.html' title='Just because daddy!'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sj8oAW5gEsI/AAAAAAAAABw/Neiov7hhE0o/s72-c/DSC02994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-2670862940277072105</id><published>2009-06-11T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:21:38.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage is not dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"My little children, let us not love in word or in tongue,&lt;br /&gt;but in deed and in truth."   1 John 3:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We have a guy who just got married in December in our study at Generate Intimacy.  And last week, he came wearing a shirt that said boldly and plainly, "Marriage is not dead."&lt;br /&gt;He made this shirt and it blessed our socks off!! It shows how passionate he is for his marriage....unlike this world we live in now days.  All you have to do is flip your computer on and there you have...."how to divorce in a day",  "what to look for if your spouse is cheating",  "how to keep your independence when you marry, "do you really want to be married still" ....on and on. Looking at the world view, I can see why would people want to get married but when you do it God's way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MARRIAGE IS NOT DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Marriage is amazing and awesome!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARRIAGE IS NOT DEAD.     ....unless you you don't have Jesus Christ, the Creator of this Universe as your heart and soul purpose in  your life...then it might be dead.&lt;br /&gt;Make your marriage ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS is our LIFE  IN OUR MARRIAGE,  not each other, or our stuff, or dreams.....its all about JESUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-2670862940277072105?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/2670862940277072105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/06/marriage-is-not-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/2670862940277072105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/2670862940277072105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/06/marriage-is-not-dead.html' title='Marriage is not dead.'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-4545277704727044784</id><published>2009-06-09T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:40:32.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk the Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I married my husband,  I would take leisure walks with my future father-n-law in the neighborhood, as he needed to walk for his health.  I have some found memories of those times of fellowship.  One thing he always told me "you become a "real" christian when you get married."  Mind you I was 17 and 18 when he is telling me these things, "yes sir." I would tell him, but thinking, 'I don't know what he is talking about,  I am a christian!"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what he meant by it honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriages today break up so often because they aren't ready to give up "SELF."    I like to ask the question is the reason people wait &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so long&lt;/span&gt; to be married now a days out of fear of  giving up "SELF."    For example: they might just live with each other, act like their married but their is no written commitment before God, so they can always bail, if "their" needs are not met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading in Philippians 2:2-4 talks about being a  "REAL"  christian....marriage is one more way to let the talk hit the road and walk what Jesus said to do .....DAILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"fulfill  my JOY by being like-minded, having the same love, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; of one accord, of one mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let&lt;/span&gt; nothing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be done &lt;/span&gt;through selfish ambition or conceit, but in lowliness of mind let each esteem others better than himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let each of you look out not only of his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; interests, but also for the interests of others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I got to say, is that is exactly what my husband did for me this weekend.  As I  was puking every hour from some random stomach flu this weekend...ugh... "through sickness and health."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was more concerned for my well being than his sleep, and praying over our home than sleeping....."he showed me Jesus through his love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you show your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-4545277704727044784?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/4545277704727044784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/06/walk-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/4545277704727044784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/4545277704727044784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/06/walk-talk.html' title='Walk the Talk'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-5629879465838198717</id><published>2009-05-26T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:43:30.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God doesn't make JUNK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We get wrapped up in the "big" picture, that we don't focus on the daily small things that have huge impact on that "Big Picture".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; For instance, you want a great marriage! You read all the books about ,&lt;br /&gt;"How-to-have- a- great marriage".  But then when you see your spouse you just look at him or her? Do you actually, go and embrace him? Talk to them like you can't wait to hear what they say. Or is it more the other way," honey, Here is the trash, can you fix this, why didn't you do this yet, what happen to that," on an on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we fell asleep in each others arms after a long week, and the security and oneness that brought to our hearts was beautiful&lt;/span&gt;!  Thanking God for each other, that we can hold each other, a true blessing.   It was small thing, but it makes  an impact for the bigger picture of our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As God is our potter and he is molding us. He wants to hold us and  hear what we have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He loves us so much. He wants us to cuddle up in his lap and tell him all our dreams, hopes, disappointments....LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; How often do we do that? Or do we do a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drive-by-prayer&lt;/span&gt;" and go on our way?  Or quick the read the "How-to-do-life-Bible?" and not apply it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then feel completely&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; empty&lt;/span&gt; and then wondering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why do I feel this way?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I talked to God today. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Think about it , did you really? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you get on your Father's wheel and let him hold you and  completely  let go ? Do you really  trust him completely  in letting him finish his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;master piece&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We can't wait for tomorrow,  a real potter is coming to  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Generate Intimacy @ 9pm  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;@ Crossroads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We are going to watch dirt become a masterpiece!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It is going to be awesome!!!  Don't miss it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember God doesn't make junk!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-5629879465838198717?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/5629879465838198717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-doesnt-make-junk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/5629879465838198717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/5629879465838198717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-doesnt-make-junk.html' title='God doesn&apos;t make JUNK!'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-1073908095874500049</id><published>2009-05-19T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:24:20.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/ShMmnh4G0II/AAAAAAAAABY/duT9wWAzApg/s1600-h/spring+2009+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/ShMmnh4G0II/AAAAAAAAABY/duT9wWAzApg/s200/spring+2009+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337652443914621058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often then not lately, our daughter loves to go hide in her closet. She brings all sorts of toys in there and lately any food items that she finds.&lt;br /&gt;As young as she is, she knows this is  a great hiding place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new thing is when we call her, there's no answer.  This makes us nervous #1, for we love her so much we want to know where she is and she is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:  a few weeks ago she was eating "ginger chewy candies" in her closet.  We were in shock as we found her in her closet,  as she sat there eating silently in the dark, thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; would find her! Understand, these candies are hot and spicy and if she ate to many she would have a  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terrible &lt;/span&gt;tummy ache,  but she doesn't understand that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Such as this morning was one of those mornings where  time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;ticking, and we call her saying, " let's go."  No answer, second call, a third time and maybe a forth time.... Then one of us has to go and get her, she screams &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wildly&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great joy&lt;/span&gt; that she has been found!  But does she get up  and leave the closet, nah, she likes it in her dark closet with her little goodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do when Jesus finds us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; squeal with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delight&lt;/span&gt; when God finds us in our hiding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we get up and follow him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do we laugh and hide further, truly thinking we know better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am the light of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;whoever follows me will never walk in darkness,&lt;br /&gt;but will have the light of life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; John 8:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-1073908095874500049?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/1073908095874500049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/1073908095874500049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/1073908095874500049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-are-you.html' title='&quot;where are you?'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/ShMmnh4G0II/AAAAAAAAABY/duT9wWAzApg/s72-c/spring+2009+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-2151472500229922970</id><published>2009-05-18T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:09:28.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yet, O LORD, you are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; our&lt;/span&gt; Father.&lt;br /&gt;We are the clay, you are the potter;&lt;br /&gt;we are all the work of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 64:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Read that verse a few times.....seriously read it a few times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really understand that? We are referred to as clay! The last time  I played with clay in art class it never talked back at me, it just let me mold it, shape it, remove clay, add clay, etc. I was the artist and I did my BEST to make it into something beautiful that I would be proud to use or share with others.  Now think  our Perfect Heavenly Father is saying He is the potter and we are his clay. That means He is shaping, molding, removing, adding, perfecting us into his perfect workmanship!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is intense!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know so many times in our lives we are asking God "really this is what you want right now?" Sometimes it is amazing awesome things, other times it maybe sorrow and hardships....&lt;br /&gt;but if God is molding us then, so be it! If we say we trust the Lord with all my heart, then why do we talk back at him, like we know it all! ugh!!! Just imagine a piece clay start talking back at you,  I would probably take another piece of clay and shut the mouth and keep on molding, because I know the plans and vision for that piece of clay!  Good thing I am not God, huh?&lt;br /&gt;.... not much mercy there, huh?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gods' Word says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."    Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing for God to mold you? Or are you talking back at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to Generate on Wed.&lt;br /&gt;www.generatelife.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimacy  afterwards @ 9 pm, we will be talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.....the clay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-2151472500229922970?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/2151472500229922970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/05/talking-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/2151472500229922970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/2151472500229922970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/05/talking-back.html' title='Talking back...'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-4940316661424909892</id><published>2009-05-16T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:25:12.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bubbles, bubbles bubbles</title><content type='html'>.... so we don't have to many dimes and nickels now a days for fancy car washes. So today we go outside pulled out the hose, the buckets, the sponges, soap, towels.... on and on it felt like.  The next thing I know Kirstin squirts me with the hose, then I take the hose and squirt her and she squeals  and gives a mean dirty look, "don't do that mommy!!!"  The we are all laughing, of course then we went after Papa Nathan!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as we are putting all the bubbles on the car... our daughter is singing at the top of her lungs, "we are a&lt;i&gt; happy&lt;/i&gt; family, GOD made cars! .... bubbles, bubbles, bubbles,YAY!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the same thought came to us, as we looked at each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the economy was fancy for all of America, we &lt;i&gt;forgot&lt;/i&gt; how to serve but we all &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; how to &lt;i&gt;pay&lt;/i&gt; to be &lt;i&gt;served&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What has happened to the beauty of serving each other?  Truly washing the car today, as a family, was so fun and a "beautiful God moment."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came to the conclusion as the economy falls apart maybe families will just "hang out" again....even if it is washing cars.... or mowing a lawn....staying home and eating "out" in the living room.  Work is a blessing from God not a punishment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-4940316661424909892?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/4940316661424909892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/05/bubbles-bubbles-bubbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/4940316661424909892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/4940316661424909892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/05/bubbles-bubbles-bubbles.html' title='bubbles, bubbles bubbles'/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2238597476293910588.post-4685239462681295542</id><published>2009-05-15T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:28:35.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4WrTmJK-I/AAAAAAAAABA/H05R3-5693M/s1600-h/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4WrTmJK-I/AAAAAAAAABA/H05R3-5693M/s200/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336227541731060706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-beginnings.html"&gt;blog beginnings&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   Whoa! Thinking of a name for this blog was crazy....thought of all kinds of names, scribbling them out on paper such as ...."held connection"....nah too cheesy! "Hearts Held together"...nah to girly, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get the bright idea to call my husband at work. I called probably 3 times at least just to test names for this blog on him, in less than 4 minutes! After the 4th time, he tells me, "honey, just pick a name....ask a girl, love ya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....so then I get the bright idea of harassing and calling some girlfriends but of course NO one is picking up! Where is everyone at 3 in the afternoon?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can think about at this time  - of this new adventure of  "blog beginnings"  is the baby is sleeping&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; right now this&lt;/span&gt; is the time to do this!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the phone rings, a friend of mine exclaims &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"is everything ok!"&lt;/span&gt;  I am so excited and answer,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"OH YES!!!  I AM SO GLAD you called I need a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BLOG NAME&lt;/span&gt;!!!"&lt;/span&gt; I hear her sigh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"oh.....I thought something terrible happened! phew....Don't do that to me! "&lt;/span&gt; Then I realize how annoying I am am being! And I am envisioning people looking at their cell phones, thinking now what does she want! Ha! I don't like when people do that to me, now I am doing that to them! Over a silly BLOG NAME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, long story short here is Nathan and Julie Held's new blog....named&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;. LOVE BOUND .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:19  "We love because he first loved us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2238597476293910588-4685239462681295542?l=heldlovebound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/feeds/4685239462681295542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-beginnings-whoa-thinking-of-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/4685239462681295542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2238597476293910588/posts/default/4685239462681295542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heldlovebound.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-beginnings-whoa-thinking-of-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Love Bound</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089213307905886671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4R7XMQc9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/dD08lSf2emU/S220/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZISG5JQD0I/Sg4WrTmJK-I/AAAAAAAAABA/H05R3-5693M/s72-c/Held+photos+By+faith+Photography+186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
