<?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-5647439199332403059</id><updated>2011-09-12T13:35:56.709-07:00</updated><category term='Pictures'/><category term='video'/><category term='Reading'/><category term='Kitchen'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Joshua'/><category term='Calling'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='HOP'/><category term='Conversational'/><category term='Clothes'/><title type='text'>Walking with Emmanuel</title><subtitle type='html'>"Yes, LORD, walking in the ways of your laws, we wait for you; your name and renown are the desires of our hearts." Isaiah 26:8</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-2749385796646444223</id><published>2011-07-18T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:22:51.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aE89pgGMge8/TiSihAzovyI/AAAAAAAABvw/6-bClZOoyYc/s1600/P7180005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aE89pgGMge8/TiSihAzovyI/AAAAAAAABvw/6-bClZOoyYc/s320/P7180005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630804122155925282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjrDXdlenOM/TiSigyps59I/AAAAAAAABvo/DFgnLrjfk9w/s1600/P7180002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjrDXdlenOM/TiSigyps59I/AAAAAAAABvo/DFgnLrjfk9w/s320/P7180002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630804118356158418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7DRzQ1tPdk/TiSigkfc2JI/AAAAAAAABvg/VDUIhzX1CX4/s1600/P7180178.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7DRzQ1tPdk/TiSigkfc2JI/AAAAAAAABvg/VDUIhzX1CX4/s320/P7180178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630804114555066514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-2749385796646444223?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2749385796646444223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/2749385796646444223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/2749385796646444223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aE89pgGMge8/TiSihAzovyI/AAAAAAAABvw/6-bClZOoyYc/s72-c/P7180005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-7375551629342363720</id><published>2011-07-18T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:06:15.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone: Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDbj6vlZVCw/TiSgBYaq_WI/AAAAAAAABvY/gGRD8g6NH2E/s1600/P7180179.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDbj6vlZVCw/TiSgBYaq_WI/AAAAAAAABvY/gGRD8g6NH2E/s320/P7180179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630801379714596194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwuAVu1AhCM/TiSgBMY2MvI/AAAAAAAABvQ/MnqzmhTQlmI/s1600/P7180175.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwuAVu1AhCM/TiSgBMY2MvI/AAAAAAAABvQ/MnqzmhTQlmI/s320/P7180175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630801376485716722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--nDUJgeYYXo/TiSgBDfDK7I/AAAAAAAABvI/ivtufQp_Dok/s1600/P7180176.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--nDUJgeYYXo/TiSgBDfDK7I/AAAAAAAABvI/ivtufQp_Dok/s320/P7180176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630801374095813554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where it began&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-7375551629342363720?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7375551629342363720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-alone-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/7375551629342363720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/7375551629342363720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-alone-day-1.html' title='Home Alone: Day 1'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDbj6vlZVCw/TiSgBYaq_WI/AAAAAAAABvY/gGRD8g6NH2E/s72-c/P7180179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-3101802853542687136</id><published>2011-05-25T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T04:30:20.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Iced Caramel Machiatto, Wait for me. I&amp;#39;ll be by after payday to pick you up. Sincerely, CJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-3101802853542687136?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3101802853542687136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-iced-caramel-machiatto-wait-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/3101802853542687136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/3101802853542687136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-iced-caramel-machiatto-wait-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-5657959898374249320</id><published>2011-02-27T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T15:49:14.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothes'/><title type='text'>Day 3 &amp; 4</title><content type='html'>I didn't take any pictures yesterday JUST because there is something uninspiring about a red tshirt from the local summer band and black cargo pants. (I did wear red socks though, it was my attempt at a fashion sense!) We went shopping at the outlet mall, and then returned home for a quick change before bible study. When we did head out again, I was sporting a white button up with a dark purple and white broomstick skirt. Fairly cute, if I do say so myself :) But we were in too much of a rush to get any photos... You know how it is...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on day 4 I pulled out a (dry-clean only!!!) bright orange top that I paired with a diy denim skirt made from jeans (with plenty of embellishments). On my feet I had my sassy black boots. I can't say we were terribly busy after church, but I was so drawn to work in my garden that I changed to grubby clothes faster than a fly could sneeze. And realized later on that I had missed my chance to photograph the getup. Ah, well, there's always tomorrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-5657959898374249320?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5657959898374249320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5657959898374249320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5657959898374249320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3-4.html' title='Day 3 &amp; 4'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-1816328017255073685</id><published>2011-02-25T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T14:15:54.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothes'/><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M_rLx8n15-M/TWgpUVDSCkI/AAAAAAAABog/_sTWdPtW_tk/s320/P2231462.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577753567723391554" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eccq-Qx2wFU/TWgpUoGKTyI/AAAAAAAABoo/zowcnZq9knI/s1600/P2231463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eccq-Qx2wFU/TWgpUoGKTyI/AAAAAAAABoo/zowcnZq9knI/s320/P2231463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577753572835741474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as you can see, we start out with my orange collection. Being a red-head, I have quite a few orange shirts :) This is just a simple ladies t-shirt, which I wore with a straight, knee-length black skirt, black cami, gray leggings (not shown here) and black shoes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty classic look, very simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-1816328017255073685?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1816328017255073685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1816328017255073685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1816328017255073685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M_rLx8n15-M/TWgpUVDSCkI/AAAAAAAABog/_sTWdPtW_tk/s72-c/P2231462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-5176320613625629763</id><published>2011-02-25T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T14:19:59.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothes'/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82_H0LzhO-o/TWgoVraZxLI/AAAAAAAABoY/VEdpqll4Cyg/s1600/P2251475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82_H0LzhO-o/TWgoVraZxLI/AAAAAAAABoY/VEdpqll4Cyg/s320/P2251475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577752491394188466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAZYmV-2-3s/TWgoVX4BMfI/AAAAAAAABoQ/2fmNEAEfVsM/s1600/P2251474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yAZYmV-2-3s/TWgoVX4BMfI/AAAAAAAABoQ/2fmNEAEfVsM/s320/P2251474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577752486149698034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nM-4Ic-5HuM/TWgoVPr3MxI/AAAAAAAABoI/76OAOfPW7hA/s1600/P2251472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nM-4Ic-5HuM/TWgoVPr3MxI/AAAAAAAABoI/76OAOfPW7hA/s320/P2251472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577752483951227666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we had a really classic, country orange blouse. Since its casual Friday at work, I paired it with some regular blue jeans and (my fav) boat shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-5176320613625629763?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5176320613625629763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5176320613625629763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5176320613625629763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82_H0LzhO-o/TWgoVraZxLI/AAAAAAAABoY/VEdpqll4Cyg/s72-c/P2251475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-4166373054934561611</id><published>2011-02-23T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:30:46.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothes'/><title type='text'>The Fashion Challenge</title><content type='html'>So, I was recently inspired to reorganize my clothes a bit, and I hung my shirts in "color" order....... Very strange, indeed, but it kind of pleased me. Once I had finished my task, I realized I had an enormous amount of clothing! (The count is at 67 shirts right now, and the laundry is still coming in!) I realized then, that I fret so much about what I wear every day, with no regard to the blessing I have in my wardrobe! I worry and over occupy my mind with thoughts of how to match, coordinate, and layer the next day's outfit, without once being thankful that I even have clean clothes waiting there for me. And on top of that, as though things could get any worse, there are skirts and tops that I haven't worn in over a year, just because they don't suit my taste! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have set before myself a task. My goal is to wear each and every shirt that is now hanging &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(color coordinated) in my closet. I will start at the front and move to the back. If I can't make an outfit with that day's shirt, I will simply have to bag it up and donate it. (hopefully I will decide to donate more of my clothes- what girl needs all this!?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please, join me as I put my wardrobe to the test, one day at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oTRrjZRx_rM/TWWJupeK4SI/AAAAAAAABng/imGKivtOPQc/s320/P2231452.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577015148067610914" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gW4JoslECSg/TWWJuznABgI/AAAAAAAABno/vS2_PebnEIg/s320/P2231448.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577015150789002754" /&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/5647439199332403059-4166373054934561611?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4166373054934561611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2011/02/fashion-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/4166373054934561611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/4166373054934561611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2011/02/fashion-challenge.html' title='The Fashion Challenge'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oTRrjZRx_rM/TWWJupeK4SI/AAAAAAAABng/imGKivtOPQc/s72-c/P2231452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-8361392070928432512</id><published>2010-12-16T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T10:32:50.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Abby-Age2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/TQpWOPv4GwI/AAAAAAAABl8/RfcserNUg38/s1600/Abby%2Betc%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/TQpWOPv4GwI/AAAAAAAABl8/RfcserNUg38/s400/Abby%2Betc%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551344293433056002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/TQpWN-8YhvI/AAAAAAAABl0/g5lLmclfwzU/s1600/Abby%2Betc%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/TQpWN-8YhvI/AAAAAAAABl0/g5lLmclfwzU/s400/Abby%2Betc%2B004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551344288922109682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/TQpWNQMJviI/AAAAAAAABls/YFp4AGEdel4/s1600/Abby%2Betc%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/TQpWNQMJviI/AAAAAAAABls/YFp4AGEdel4/s400/Abby%2Betc%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551344276371783202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/TQpWNE8VaoI/AAAAAAAABlk/OHryALKHrV0/s1600/Abby%2Betc%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/TQpWNE8VaoI/AAAAAAAABlk/OHryALKHrV0/s400/Abby%2Betc%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551344273352649346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/TQpWM1vEoGI/AAAAAAAABlc/If9rh4CCUbM/s1600/Abby%2Betc%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/TQpWM1vEoGI/AAAAAAAABlc/If9rh4CCUbM/s400/Abby%2Betc%2B001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551344269270491234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to my little niece, full of hugs, kisses, and youthful wisdom :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-8361392070928432512?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8361392070928432512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/12/abby-age2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/8361392070928432512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/8361392070928432512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/12/abby-age2.html' title='Abby-Age2'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/TQpWOPv4GwI/AAAAAAAABl8/RfcserNUg38/s72-c/Abby%2Betc%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-8159146919548261142</id><published>2010-09-09T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:42:52.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindrances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I think I find most help in trying to look on all the interruptions and hindrances to work that one has planned out for oneself as discipline, trials sent by God to help one against getting selfish over one's work. Then one can feel that perhaps one's true work--one's work for God--consists in doing some trifling haphazard thing that has been thrown into one's day. It is not a waste of time, as one is tempted to think, it is the most important part of the work of the day--the part one can best offer to God. After such a hindrance, do not rush after the planned work; trust that the time to finish it will be given sometime, and keep a quiet heart about it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 210px; "&gt;~&lt;em&gt;Annie Keary&lt;/em&gt;, 1825-1879 (qtd in &lt;em&gt;Keep a Quiet Hear&lt;/em&gt;t, p. 9)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-8159146919548261142?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8159146919548261142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/09/hindrances.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/8159146919548261142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/8159146919548261142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/09/hindrances.html' title='Hindrances'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-1947671512234959271</id><published>2010-08-13T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:33:18.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>Love Revolution</title><content type='html'>Recently, Natalie Grant has started this crazy new thing called "Love Revolution". First I thought it was the title of her tour, or new CD, or something like that. Then I realized its something much bigger (and smaller) than that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The basic premise is that anytime you or I does something out of love, be it a smile, a glass of water, etc, we influence that person to do something out of love to another. And it goes on, starting a revolution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a few examples here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago, in this blistering heat, my brother happened to be near the driveway when the mail lady pulled up. She asked him for a drink, so he rushed inside and got her ice water. She appreciated it SO much (as you can imagine) that she wrote him a note, and left it with the cup she returned the following day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, there is a video at this link : &lt;a href="http://www.godtube.com/featured/video/little-girl-inspires-hope-and-healing"&gt;http://www.godtube.com/featured/video/little-girl-inspires-hope-and-healing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should watch it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I challenge you: How have YOU started a love revolution lately? Keep your eyes open- people are in need of love everywhere today. What needs can you meet today? Can you inspire someone else to meet a need too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;startaloverevolution.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/5647439199332403059-1947671512234959271?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1947671512234959271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-revolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1947671512234959271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1947671512234959271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-revolution.html' title='Love Revolution'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-6121313623402203533</id><published>2010-05-22T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:31:17.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don&amp;#39;t have quite as pretty a singing voice when i&amp;#39;m crying. But thats what happens when my heart sings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-6121313623402203533?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6121313623402203533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-don-have-quite-as-pretty-singing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/6121313623402203533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/6121313623402203533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-don-have-quite-as-pretty-singing.html' title=''/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-5311808215419724381</id><published>2010-05-20T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:23:39.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>Worship through scripture</title><content type='html'>Worship....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=ps+95:6&amp;amp;translation=nlt&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;Ps    95:6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=de+6:5&amp;amp;translation=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;Det     6:5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=lu+6:28&amp;amp;translation=nlt&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;Luke    6:28&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=1ch+29:11&amp;amp;translation=nlt&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;1  Chron 29:11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=2sa+22:50&amp;amp;translation=nlt&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;2  Sam 22:50&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?language=en&amp;amp;query=Deuteronomy+5%3A31&amp;amp;section=0&amp;amp;translation=nlt&amp;amp;oq=de%25205%3A31&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;nb=de&amp;amp;ng=5&amp;amp;ncc=5"&gt;Deut    5:31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=ps+116:2&amp;amp;translation=nlt&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;Ps   116:2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisper....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=1pe+3:4&amp;amp;translation=nlt&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;1  Peter 3:4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=hab+1:5&amp;amp;translation=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;Hab   1:5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=isa+58:2&amp;amp;translation=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;Is   58:2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=isa+26:13&amp;amp;translation=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;Is   26:13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admire....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=ps+22:23&amp;amp;translation=asv&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;Ps   22:23&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=1sa+24:15&amp;amp;translation=asv&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;1  Sam 24:15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=isa+17:7&amp;amp;translation=nlt&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;Is  17:7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=ac+17:7&amp;amp;translation=nlt&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;Acts  17:7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=ps+119:20&amp;amp;translation=nlt&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;Ps  119:20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?query=de+7:9&amp;amp;translation=nlt&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;De  7:9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.searchgodsword.org/desk/?language=en&amp;amp;query=Ex+12%3A31&amp;amp;section=0&amp;amp;translation=nas&amp;amp;oq=de%25206%3A5&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;nb=de&amp;amp;ng=6&amp;amp;ncc=6"&gt;Ex   12:31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-5311808215419724381?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5311808215419724381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/05/worship-through-scripture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5311808215419724381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5311808215419724381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/05/worship-through-scripture.html' title='Worship through scripture'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-5178393484346896239</id><published>2010-05-18T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T05:25:37.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversational'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's May, the month of graduations, award ceremonies, dance recitals, and WEDDINGS!!!! Such a beautiful month, its no wonder everyone loves this time of year :) The only downfall is the pollen, but with the rain we've had recently, I can't imagine even that has been very bothersome for my allergy prone friends! Anyways, so I've been thinking about this whole wedding thing- the ceremony itself, to clarify. If you are my Mom or Daddy, you know that I've been wrestling alot about that extra special moment when the bride enters the sanctuary. So I need to get all my thoughts out there, and if you have comments, please add them! I'm so open to ideas, comments and thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we have traditionally is that the guests are escorted in to their seats by ushers or groomsmen, then the groom and groomsmen take their places at the altar with the minister.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (I'm def using "christian" terms, cuz I don't know what else you would say... "front of the room" "officiary" ??? ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The music begins and the brides attendants enter at a regal, measured pace. Often there is a ring bearer, carrying the wedding rings; a flower girl, tossing flowers onto the path for the bride to walk on. I've also seen 2 young boys come down the aisle unrolling a white carpet for the bride to walk on. &lt;/span&gt;Then follows the jr bridesmaids, bridesmaids, and maid of honor. Finally, the music changes, and the congregation rises to their feet as the Bride enters in a billowing white gown with much pomp and glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sorry if my description subtly showed my struggle, I tried to keep it objective haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my issue with the above situation (which many of you are familiar with) is that the groom is basically ignored. I know its been said that "its the bride's party", but here's my take on that. Through the relationship, the guy does all the wooing, chasing, asking, etc. He is the one who does the work. The wedding is paid for by the brides family because she is wanting to honor him. It's the first act, as a wife, to bless our husbands. And so we plan a huge party focused entirely on us? Well that seems typical of pop culture today- where usually it is the girl who captivates and subdues her "man". So she deserves it! But that's not how the Bible represents marriage. So I just don't like how all the focus is on the bride, right from the get-go of the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's my issues- there is a GOOD reason for why everything is done this way! First, the groom is in the church first because he initiates the covenant. He is the leader. The bride must enter at some point after him, so it does kind of interrupt whatever is going on (which is probably why they had her come in near the beginning, to get the interruption ouit of the way). She wears a brilliantly white dress to represent her purity. Also to represent that she has readied herself for him. Both of these are very biblical representations. And then the congregation stands because it is customary for you to stand when a lady enters the room- for guys it is any lady; for girls it is any lady they wish to meet or honor.  Since she is the most honored woman in the room, it makes sense that everyone would stand when she came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how can we tone down the pomp and circumstance that the bride enters with? How can we give more honor to the groom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-5178393484346896239?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5178393484346896239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-its-may-month-of-graduations-award.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5178393484346896239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5178393484346896239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-its-may-month-of-graduations-award.html' title=''/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-5374910410959803774</id><published>2010-02-24T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:31:31.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>So often lately, I have wrestled with prayer. I have struggled to quiet my heart and focus on the Lord. Then once I have quieted myself, I face the shocking reality that  none of my words are worthy to be heard in the Holy of Holies; the Court of the Almighty. Why can't I think of something more original to pray? Why do I always sound so self centered and small-minded? In perspective of the whole world, can my personal needs, and my coworkers afflictions be worthy of presenting? Shouldn't I include all the others as well, with a much more sweeping "Save the lost, protect the weak, fight for the oppressed, and humble the proud"? Wouldn't that be more appropriate, and grand?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then today, I read a small passage in Elizabeth Elliot's book "Keep a Quiet Heart". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When I pray I am often preoccupied and distracted, aware that my efforts are feeble and seemingly quite useless, but the thought that those distinguished heroes [found in Hebrews 11] are to be perfected along with me changes the picture altogether and puts a new heart into me. Grand and mysterious things are in operation. &lt;b&gt;We are not alone.&lt;/b&gt; My prayers are perhaps a single note in a symphony, but a necessary note, for I believe in the communion of saints. We need each other. The prayers of one affect all. The obedience of one matters infinitely and forever." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(emphasis added)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My prayers are not being heard alone, but rather it is a chorus of voices! I am joining together with all the saints to lift up our lost world to the Throne of Heaven. If I do not lift up my coworkers, who will? People need specific prayers. And the Lord will bless our efforts.&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/5647439199332403059-5374910410959803774?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5374910410959803774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/02/prayer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5374910410959803774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5374910410959803774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/02/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-1912452816398472275</id><published>2010-02-21T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:56:49.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What am i going to to with this life You gave me? How shall i live each day for You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-1912452816398472275?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1912452816398472275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-am-i-going-to-to-with-this-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1912452816398472275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1912452816398472275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-am-i-going-to-to-with-this-life.html' title=''/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-8947007462076306931</id><published>2010-02-16T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:45:56.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Need for Integrity by Charles R. Swindoll</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since many of my readers are gentlemen, or mothers raising gentlemen, I thought this message might benefit you in some way.  The original post can be found here :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insight.org/library/insight-for-today/the-need-for-integrity.html"&gt;http://www.insight.org/library/insight-for-today/the-need-for-integrity.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=%201%20Thessalonians%202:3&amp;amp;version=NASB" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(19, 38, 134); font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;1 Thessalonians 2:3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Leaders with power and brains are common. So are leaders with riches and popularity. But a competent leader full of integrity and skill, coupled with sincerity, is rare indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Deception creates suspicion. Once the leader's followers begin to suspect motives or find that what is said publicly is denied privately, the thin wire of respect that holds everything in place snaps. Confidence drains away. All of us have suffered disappointment and no little fear as we watched President Clinton's secret life exposed to the public in the last several years. With each revelation of lies, our respect and confidence in our leader dwindled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;The late President Dwight Eisenhower stated his opinion with dogmatism: "The supreme quality for a leader is unquestionably integrity. Without it, no real success is possible, no matter whether it is a section gang, on a football field, in an army, or in an office. If his associates find him guilty of phoniness, if they find that he lacks forthright integrity, he will fail. His teachings and actions must square with each other."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I can think of few ingredients more foundational to being a good leader than knowing oneself—and accepting oneself—and feeling secure about oneself inside one's own skin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The first great need, therefore, is integrity and high purpose."&lt;br /&gt;—Dwight D. Eisenhower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10px; color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Excerpted from &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure2.convio.net/ifl/site/Ecommerce/903546329?VIEW_PRODUCT=true&amp;amp;product_id=31881&amp;amp;store_id=1101" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(19, 38, 134); font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Day by Day with Charles Swindoll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Copyright © 2000 by Charles R. Swindoll, Inc. (Thomas Nelson Publishers). All rights reserved worldwide. Used by permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-8947007462076306931?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8947007462076306931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/02/need-for-integrity-by-charles-r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/8947007462076306931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/8947007462076306931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/02/need-for-integrity-by-charles-r.html' title='The Need for Integrity by Charles R. Swindoll'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-3116855300503828255</id><published>2010-02-05T11:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:55:29.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am i wearing red today? Because today is National Wear Red Day, in honor of women who have died from cardiovascular diseases. My grandma is one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-3116855300503828255?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3116855300503828255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-am-i-wearing-red-today-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/3116855300503828255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/3116855300503828255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-am-i-wearing-red-today-because.html' title=''/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-3462019061576727869</id><published>2010-02-03T10:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:04:29.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>A Little "Peace" of Research</title><content type='html'>Okay, so a conversation with one of my friends really struck me with an intense curiousity. I wanted to know what people think peace is. I've heard it described through many scriptures and from many pulpits. But when you snag a person in the middle of their crazy day, and ask them to pinpoint what peace is, what do they say? So, I text messages (I love technology) a whole bunch of my friends, ages 15-50, asking them what peace was, and what it looked like in their life. The responses were amazing. I'll let you read them for yourself, ponder them, and then do me a favor and comment with what peace looks like in YOUR life.&lt;div&gt;(Remember, these responses are coming from all different walks in life. A nice mixture of faiths and belief systems too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being harmonious, internally and externally. I’ve never experienced it, but yes it’s possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Shalom. Ask me tomorrow, I don't have the energy to answer you right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Coming home after a busy day and just being able to relax. No worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;When all people on earth are united in worshipping the one true God and no evil exists on Earth.  Also, when I have a problem and I pray asking God for His Holy Spirit to guide me, I have felt peace and a sense of calmness come over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Lack of Conflict. It’s humanly impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Harmony in relationships, a state of tranquility or quiet, freedom from civil unrest.  Personally, its letting God take charge of things I can’t control and trusting Him. Seeking to be humble in conflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Contentment, and a quiet house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Happiness. Being happy all the time with no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;It means internal tranquility and contentment. Wrapped in love and Spirit. Internal conflicts are eased and I am accepting. When problems happen and I’m not bothered.  I’m able to genuinely care and help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;It is a feeling that I get when all the drama and stress of life fades into the background and you have a moment of “ah” where everything is perfect. It shows up when I am surrounded by my family or praising God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;To me, peace is the calm and comfort inside yourself. Peace in my home is keeping good and healthy company and entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Peace... accompanies nothing so completely as following God's will. It's not a set of emotions, it's a blessing from God for following His commands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;To me its when everything is calm and well. Just relaxed without worry. I don't know how we'll find it until we get to Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So what does peace mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/5647439199332403059-3462019061576727869?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3462019061576727869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-peace-of-research.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/3462019061576727869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/3462019061576727869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-peace-of-research.html' title='A Little &quot;Peace&quot; of Research'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-418873297079599864</id><published>2010-01-26T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:36:15.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>A Bit of Rain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S19RsOgmT-I/AAAAAAAABFs/CA4SNCIIM6I/s1600-h/0125101542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S19RsOgmT-I/AAAAAAAABFs/CA4SNCIIM6I/s400/0125101542.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431149495883026402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S19Rr-Uy-yI/AAAAAAAABFk/KBqYRJR3LzU/s1600-h/0125101543a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S19Rr-Uy-yI/AAAAAAAABFk/KBqYRJR3LzU/s400/0125101543a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431149491538557730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S19RjFeVyEI/AAAAAAAABFc/b6zofuBzfEw/s1600-h/0125101543c+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S19RjFeVyEI/AAAAAAAABFc/b6zofuBzfEw/s400/0125101543c+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431149338838812738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the sight of our modest little country creek. Well, actually this was a field. The previous location of the creek isn't even shown in these photos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S19RinOyGqI/AAAAAAAABFU/BrL2-ktxDZE/s1600-h/0125101543c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S19RinOyGqI/AAAAAAAABFU/BrL2-ktxDZE/s400/0125101543c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431149330720496290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-418873297079599864?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/418873297079599864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/01/bit-of-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/418873297079599864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/418873297079599864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/01/bit-of-rain.html' title='A Bit of Rain?'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S19RsOgmT-I/AAAAAAAABFs/CA4SNCIIM6I/s72-c/0125101542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-8769336527521218856</id><published>2010-01-18T08:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:08:53.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Do you feel invisible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed wmode="opaque" src="http://static.ning.com/socialnetworkmain/widgets/video/flvplayer/flvplayer.swf?v=201001141530" FlashVars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fp31woman.ning.com%2Fvideo%2Fvideo%2FshowPlayerConfig%3Fid%3D2132411%253AVideo%253A6716%26ck%3D-&amp;amp;video_smoothing=on&amp;amp;autoplay=off&amp;amp;isEmbedCode=1" width="456" height="344" bgColor="#F9D7CD" scale="noscale" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://p31woman.ning.com/video/video"&gt;Find more videos like this on &lt;em&gt;Proverbs 31 Woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-8769336527521218856?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8769336527521218856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-feel-invisible.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/8769336527521218856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/8769336527521218856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-feel-invisible.html' title='Do you feel invisible?'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-5090410388384845407</id><published>2010-01-07T03:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T04:08:21.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversational'/><title type='text'>Love languages?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever read the book "The 5 Love Languages"? I actually haven't, but everyone I know and their aunt has.  And I've heard it talked about for many years. It frustrated me, though, because I wondered what my love language was, and had no idea. My brother, clearly, is a gift giver. My mom is acts of kindness. My other brother is def words of encouragement. But I never really knew what MINE was. For many years I thought it was physical touch, but that never really sat well with me. I am a very tactile learner, I need to do it to learn it. I also am a hands-on teacher, I show better than i describe. But thats not a love language. I also love hugs and I like sitting on laps (moms, dads, friends parents, etc). But I didn't really think my love language was physical touch. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, just this week, I realized what it was. I have this one really good friend whom I hadn't seen or spent much time with in the past year or so, in spite of the fact that we live in the same town, due to crazy schedules. Just a few days ago, he came out and met me as I was getting off work. In the bitter wind, all we really took time for was a "hi!" and a quick chat, but I walked away from that feeling so blessed! I was really touched by the fact that he took a twenty min drive, for no other reason than just to see me after work (and to go to blockbuster, apparently, but that doesn't bother me haha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm fairly certain that my love language is quality time :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you figured out your love language? What is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-5090410388384845407?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5090410388384845407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-languages.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5090410388384845407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5090410388384845407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-languages.html' title='Love languages?'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-5655298419660353804</id><published>2010-01-03T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:44:07.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>Honesty</title><content type='html'>Last night I spent the night at a friends house, and we watched a few episodes of NCIS- truly my favorite tv show. I like alot of tv shows, but this one has been a favorite for the longest :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we watched 3 different shows (I loved every single one) and as I turned the tv, and the lights, off for the night, I realized there was a running theme... In the first show, a convicted criminal was presented with a deal to keep him out of jail. He lied, confessing to a murder he didn't commit. When the interrogator realized it, he yelled "Just tell me the truth!" In the second one, two parents were lying to protect their son, and ended up forcing a good friend to be investigated for the crime. These parents were urged to "just tell the truth". In the last show, two of the detectives were set against each other because one doubted the other's allegiance and commitment to the department. Their relationship was resolved when they finally were able to open up and be honest with one another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story? Never underestimate the power of honesty. It brings justice. It heals wounds. It unites families and friends. It protects from harm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telling the truth is always a powerful solution. Be open with those you love, tell them exactly what you are thinking, feeling and dealing with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-5655298419660353804?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5655298419660353804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/01/honesty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5655298419660353804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5655298419660353804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/01/honesty.html' title='Honesty'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-5260482332179754694</id><published>2010-01-02T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:47:20.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOP'/><title type='text'>HOP Christmas</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I got the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90Df1eW-OQA"&gt;Christmas video&lt;/a&gt; uploaded- enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-5260482332179754694?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5260482332179754694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/01/hop-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5260482332179754694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5260482332179754694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2010/01/hop-christmas.html' title='HOP Christmas'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-4993421671263445481</id><published>2009-12-27T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:59:53.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>Redefine this World</title><content type='html'>Depression. Resolve. Future. Danger. Happiness. Effort. Luck. Plans. Determination. Inconvenience. Trials. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do these words have in common? You might respond that they are all mental. You also might respond that they are personal. (And you just might come up with something completely different and random). Let me make a radical statement though- I picked these words with the intention of making a list of words that are radically misunderstood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These words aren't uncommon, rare, complicated, or SAT worthy. These are household terms, used regularly, by people with all ranges of education. So how could they possibly be misunderstood? I believe it comes from a root misunderstanding, deep seated in our belief systems and world views. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's down the list, redefining a few of these. I'll pull definition's from Dictionary.com, where I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depression: A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; condition of general emotional dejection and withdrawal; sadness greater and more prolonged than that w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;arranted by any objective reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Try this: A state where the mind over comes the spirit, and the joy of the Lord &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is blatantly shut out of a person's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Resolve: T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;o come to a definite or earnest decision about; determine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Try this: The act of using futile human strength to set ones mind to the accomplishment &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of mortal-made plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Future: A procedure of life events toward which a person plans and hopes.(my own definition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Try this: The fictional tale humans contrive for the days they assume will follow the one &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;they are living in currently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Danger: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Exposure or vulnerability to harm or risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Try this: The concept of harm coming to the disposable body a person uses on this earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Happiness: G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ood fortune; pleasure; contentment; joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Try this: Temporary pleasure found through the satisfying of carnal desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Effort: E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;xertion of physical or mental power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Try this: The expenditure of futile energy and ignorance of the strength of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Luck: T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;he force that seems to operate for good or ill in a person's life, as in shaping circumstances, events, or opportunities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Try this: The best explanation for the hand of God in one's life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Plans: T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;o arrange a method or scheme beforehand for (any work, enterprise, or proceeding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Try this: To arrange a method or scheme before relinquishing it all to the hand of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope that by reading this, you will see the new perspective. I want to challenge each of you to look at your life, your plans, your disappointments, hopes and schedules. Remember that your efforts are nothing compared to what God's strength can accomplish. Remember that your life either works for God, or against Him. Your plans are not necessarily God's plans, but they should be. Remember that the framework of this world is not that of the Lord. The terms, concepts, advice, tendencies, accepted pieces of wisdom, traditions, catch phrases and principles of this world are not those of the Lord. They are rooted in a world that is stained with sin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't just accept something at face value. Don't accept it because its tradition. Don't accept it because your parents or grandparents did it. Don't accept it because you read it in a book, heard it on the radio, or saw it on the internet. Accept it because it is in line with God's Word. That is the foundation made of rock. The only compass that points to true north. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5647439199332403059-4993421671263445481?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4993421671263445481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/12/redefine-this-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/4993421671263445481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/4993421671263445481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/12/redefine-this-world.html' title='Redefine this World'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-92353460480158961</id><published>2009-11-26T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T13:15:57.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/Sw7v9-qBOVI/AAAAAAAAA2o/zik9Fv2dkaI/s1600/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Psalm 19&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt;For the choir director: A psalm of David.&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-14145" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; The heavens proclaim the glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;      The skies display his craftsmanship.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-14146" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; Day after day they continue to speak;&lt;br /&gt;      night after night they make him known.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-14147" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; They speak without a sound or word;&lt;br /&gt;      their voice is never heard.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-14148" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; Yet their message has gone throughout the earth,&lt;br /&gt;      and their words to all the world.&lt;p&gt;   God has made a home in the heavens for the sun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-14149" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; It bursts forth like a radiant bridegroom after his wedding.&lt;br /&gt;      It rejoices like a great athlete eager to run the race.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-14150" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; The sun rises at one end of the heavens&lt;br /&gt;      and follows its course to the other end.&lt;br /&gt;      Nothing can hide from its heat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-14151" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; The instructions of the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; are perfect,&lt;br /&gt;      reviving the soul.&lt;br /&gt;   The decrees of the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; are trustworthy,&lt;br /&gt;      making wise the simple.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-14152" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; The commandments of the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; are right,&lt;br /&gt;      bringing joy to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;   The commands of the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; are clear,&lt;br /&gt;      giving insight for living.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-14153" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; Reverence for the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; is pure,&lt;br /&gt;      lasting forever.&lt;br /&gt;   The laws of the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; are true;&lt;br /&gt;      each one is fair.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-14154" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; They are more desirable than gold,&lt;br /&gt;      even the finest gold.&lt;br /&gt;   They are sweeter than honey,&lt;br /&gt;      even honey dripping from the comb.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-14155" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; They are a warning to your servant,&lt;br /&gt;      a great reward for those who obey them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-14156" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; How can I know all the sins lurking in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;      Cleanse me from these hidden faults.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-14157" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt; Keep your servant from deliberate sins!&lt;br /&gt;      Don’t let them control me.&lt;br /&gt;   Then I will be free of guilt&lt;br /&gt;      and innocent of great sin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-14158" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; May the words of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;      and the meditation of my heart&lt;br /&gt;   be pleasing to you,&lt;br /&gt;      O L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;, my rock and my redeemer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-1953176323923893903?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1953176323923893903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-worship-in-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1953176323923893903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1953176323923893903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-worship-in-prayer.html' title='To worship in prayer...'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-1622647938297188169</id><published>2009-11-24T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:38:02.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>No Child Left Behind... ?</title><content type='html'>Found this humorous, I hope you don't mind a political jab... Truly, though, I must make the statement that my political views are one and the same as my religious, ethnic, personal, and all other opinions I hold. So, "Walking With Emmanuel" truly covers every area of life, if I let Him in :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;h1 align="center" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold', Arial, Helvetica; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-size: 24pt; "&gt;No Child Left Behind&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 align="center" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: 'Arial Rounded MT Bold', Arial, Helvetica; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-size: 24pt; "&gt;Football Version&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1.  All teams must make the state playoffs, and all will win the championship.  If a team does not win the championship, they will be on probation until they are the champions, and coaches will be held accountable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2.  All kids will be expected to have the same football skills at the same time and in the same conditions.  no exceptions will be made for interest in football, a desire to perform athletically, or genetic abilities or disabilities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3.  ALL KIDS WILL PLAY FOOTBALL AT A PROFICIENT LEVEL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. Talented players will be asked to work out on their own without instruction.  This is because they coaches will be using all their instructional time with the athletes who aren't interested in football, have limited athletic ability or whose parents don't like football.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5.  Game will be played year round, but statistics will only be kept in the 4th, 8th and 11th games.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6.  This will create a New Age of sports where every school is expected to have the same level of talent and all teams will reach the same minimal goals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If no child gets ahead, then no child will be left behind.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;unknown, from email.&lt;/p&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/5647439199332403059-1622647938297188169?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1622647938297188169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-child-left-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1622647938297188169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1622647938297188169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-child-left-behind.html' title='No Child Left Behind... ?'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-7295217258066534973</id><published>2009-11-22T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:22:15.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Isn't it magnificent, seeing both above AND below the clouds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard the analogy that even on the rainiest cloudiest days, the sun is still shining? And have you considered that God is above the clouds and can see all that happens, even when you can't?&lt;/div&gt;These pictures from my latest airplane trip remind me that even though when i'm on the ground it seems like my life is a cloudy day, God knows the sun is still shining. And He's leading me to that place.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed :)&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/SwmnKUH9HkI/AAAAAAAAAzg/cOZT_zbPD5s/s1600/0106800017b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/SwmnKUH9HkI/AAAAAAAAAzg/cOZT_zbPD5s/s400/0106800017b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407036623277596226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5647439199332403059-7295217258066534973?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7295217258066534973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/isnt-it-magnificent-seeing-both-above.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/7295217258066534973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/7295217258066534973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/isnt-it-magnificent-seeing-both-above.html' title='Clouds'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/SwmnKUH9HkI/AAAAAAAAAzg/cOZT_zbPD5s/s72-c/0106800017b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-8687238899498098644</id><published>2009-11-11T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:36:47.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A merciful God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Alright, I have got to share this with you guys because it's just something I can't keep to myself. This morning was one of the harder moments I've had in awhile. As you may know, I've been running a crazy schedule lately. I have almost every moment of my week carefully scheduled. Everything I'm doing is carefully chosen and has a definite purpose in my life. And I'm very confidant that evrything I'm doing is something God has led me to take up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, it kind of came crashing down. I struggled once again with setting up meetings with a lady at my church, since I have almost no spare time. Those emails stressed me out. Then I try and record a project for class and I can't figure out how to get the technology to work together like it used to, so I can write it to DVD. I realize I have papers I need to write, gifts I wnt to make, Letters to write and send out, a room to clean, homework to do, classes to study for and NO TIME TO DO IT!!!! So I desperately try to figure out what I can get out of my schedule for next semester, so maybe I won't live this chaos for longer than necessary, but as I run through all that I'm doing, I realize I can't get rid of any of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I break down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, that still small voice, through my tears, reminds me that the one who gave me this schedule is the one I need to turn to for help. And I haven't been giving Him as much of my time as I need. So I turn to Him, and cry out. Really God? Why can't I get this figured out?!?! Can you at least give me SOME sort of a sign that will show me You actually notice me and that you are still in control? i know you are all powerful, but lately I haven't noticed your magesty. I've been too busy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Add on top of this the fact that I barely missed a much needed hug frm mom this morning, she returned from working all night right after I left. I got a wave, as we passed on 688).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, through my tears, still, I drive into town. I'm headed to school. Clearly, my schedule never stops. On the way down 29, I see something that almost puts me off the road. Daisies! In the median! I saw two bunches of them, growing as though it were May! Remember me asking God for a sign? I did! What other reason would daisies have for blooming in November?!? Thank you Lord, I know you are in control!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats the first few hours of my day :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS- Isn't it great to have a God who isn't afraid or offended when we complain to Him? He takes it all in stride. Don't be afraid to tell God what you think, so long as you have an open heart to recieve the peace and reassurance He will send you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-8687238899498098644?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8687238899498098644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/merciful-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/8687238899498098644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/8687238899498098644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/merciful-god.html' title='A merciful God'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-7476847329161891153</id><published>2009-11-08T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:19:38.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOP'/><title type='text'>HOP Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/SvctW-dpYjI/AAAAAAAAAxY/mqFjbnMvet4/s1600-h/He+Will+Carry+Me.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/_KpnI4BS2OUk/SvctW-dpYjI/AAAAAAAAAxY/mqFjbnMvet4/s400/He+Will+Carry+Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401836150801916466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1ku7mBzDVo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey guys! My dance team at church did the most AWESOME worship performance this  morning- and i think I've *finally* got this link to work! Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1ku7mBzDVo"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see the video!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-7476847329161891153?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7476847329161891153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/hop-team.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/7476847329161891153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/7476847329161891153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/hop-team.html' title='HOP Team'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/SvctW-dpYjI/AAAAAAAAAxY/mqFjbnMvet4/s72-c/He+Will+Carry+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-6242187886425272365</id><published>2009-11-06T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T06:15:37.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>Meekness, not Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In my devotions this morning, I was pondering the story of Joseph. His brothers betrayed him, and turned against him. He was apart from them for years, and when they came in his presence once more, he had a choice, to despise, or to forgive. Can you imagine what a place his brothers must have been in, upon hearing the words “I am Joseph” come from his lips? Truly, have you ever been in that place? Have you ever had a sin weighing upon you as a burden because it had not been reconciled? And then to find yourself in the presence of him who has power to bring judgment upon your head- how would you respond? Joseph’s brothers were stunned into silence, and greatly troubled. You and I can relate to this feeling, and can imagine the emotions and fears that would pass through their minds! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our Lord and Savior holds a similar power, do you not realize? We each have sinned against Him greatly, and rejected Him to the depths of our being. Though we may be apologetic, repenting, and remorseful, there is nothing in our whole beings that deserves anything less than punishment to the fullest extent. Too often we forget that! When we approach the throne of grace, we aught not to come in expectation of grace- we should come in reverence and fear, as Esther did to the Persian throne, and as Josephs brothers do now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we lose sight of our state, and do not carry respect for our position and His, we come expecting a party. Remember the prodigal son? He came with a heart full of shame and remorse. We Christians are hindered by our knowledge of the end of the story. Let that not change our attitudes as we approach the throne. You must understand your position, before you can appreciate what a great love He has for you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In his sermon titled “Joseph and the Brethren”, Charles Spurgeon presents His love this way: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I want you to notice again, having given the invitation, what consolation Joseph gave! He did not say, “I am not angry with you; I forgive you:” he said something sweeter than that- “Be not angry with yourselves,” as much as to say, “As for me, ye need not question about that: be not grieved nor angry with yourselves.” So my blessed, my adorable Master, says to a poor, cast down, dejected sinner- “As for my forgiving you, that is done. My heart is made of tenderness, my bowels melt with love; forgive yourself; be not grieved nor angry with yourself: it is true you have sinned, but I have died; it is true you have destroyed yourself, but I have saved you. Weep no more; dry those eyes and sing aloud“‘&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All this said, the Scriptures do say to "Enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise. Give thanks to Him, bless His name". I do not intend to call you to a persistently mournful and depressing spirit. I intend to call you away from a callous heart that comes for favors, expecting blessings. A heart must be soft and broken, or His gift cannot be fully received. Do not let yourself get bored with the Gospel- it is the greatest amount of love and forgiveness you have ever received. Truly, it has changed your life. Do not allow yourself to become insensitive to this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblebb.com/files/spurgeon/0449.htm"&gt;http://www.biblebb.com/files/spurgeon/0449.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-6242187886425272365?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6242187886425272365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/meekness-not-pride.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/6242187886425272365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/6242187886425272365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/11/meekness-not-pride.html' title='Meekness, not Pride'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-657189576338009798</id><published>2009-10-21T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:30:50.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/St_C1yeKbDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/HW9kIbYx7Y0/s1600-h/DSC03849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/St_C1yeKbDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/HW9kIbYx7Y0/s400/DSC03849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395245107950283826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-657189576338009798?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/657189576338009798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/10/wordless-wednesday_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/657189576338009798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/657189576338009798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/10/wordless-wednesday_21.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/St_C1yeKbDI/AAAAAAAAAwI/HW9kIbYx7Y0/s72-c/DSC03849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-1908479410297084941</id><published>2009-10-09T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:35:07.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>Its more of a "step" than a "journey"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;"Now what I am commanding you today is not too difficult for you or beyond your reach. It is not up in heaven.... nor is it beyond the sea.... no, the word is very near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart so you may obey it" Deuteronomy 30:11-14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-1908479410297084941?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1908479410297084941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-more-of-step-than-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1908479410297084941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1908479410297084941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-more-of-step-than-journey.html' title='Its more of a &quot;step&quot; than a &quot;journey&quot;'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-7594013739168617539</id><published>2009-10-09T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:29:25.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>The Matt 18:3 Principle</title><content type='html'>I must warn you, this will not be a post of sage wisdom and Biblical theology. This is more of me gabbing about my dear sister, whom I love. I pray you are blessed :) It is also a call to duty, for older siblings, mentors, parents, educators, and role models (that includes you, whether you realize it or not). I have a 3 fold message tonight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and I have formed a habit (praise the Lord) of reading the Bible every night and praying. My first testimony about this Matt 18:3 principle is something I experience every night. We read the Bible together, and then whoever didn't read out loud turns the nights off. Then, laying in bed, just before I drift off, I hear this soft voice in the darkness, "don't forget to pray Coco". *Sigh* I wish I had a better memory, but I am so blessed with a sister who NEVER forgets and always encourages me in this direction. I encourage each of you to instill theses habits in the young ones in your life, because when they are older, they will not depart from the way you train them up when they are young. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we have read much of the Bible over the past few years- truly incredible how much ground you cover at a chapter a day! We have read through much of the New Testament (possibly all of it, but I'm not sure) and Psalms and Proverbs, and in the past few month we have been working through the Old Testament. I think we may have started this cycle in 1 Samuel, picking up with Saul and his story. We have read through Saul, David, Solomon, and Reheboam and Jereboam who both just died. Why am I telling all of this? Well, just so you have a little background for the story I'm about to tell. The other day at dinner, my dad was sharing a bit of a lesson he was learning, and referenced one of these Old Testament stories, and couldn't remember the details. So who piped up with numbers, names and facts? Little Miss Katie. The smallest one at the table was the only one who had all the facts. Lesson number two for us mentors and role models is to never underestimate the amount those youngsters can learn! When you present scripture as fact, and keep their Biblical history fresh in their mind, imagine the impact they can have! It also challenges us to study more, doesn't it? Our old decrepit minds have to keep up, and be able to present the facts to our brothers and sisters, lest our testimony be weak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night as we wrap up our reading, and I put the bookmark in its place, she often begs me to read another chapter! I oblige her sometimes, but often I am so tired I can't. Imagine, though, if we had the same exuberance and excitement about the Word of God? I hope that each of you takes an extra moment or two to help the Word of God come alive to the young people in your life. As Gregg Harris says, there are two things in this world that are eternal- the Word of God, and the souls of man. No life spent bringing these two together will ever be spent in vain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you were encouraged by my sisters witness, and I admonish you each to speak anew into the life that is looking up to you. Be the wind that God uses to blow them towards Him.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Geneva; font-size: small; "&gt;"Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like &lt;span style="color:darkblue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;children&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.&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/5647439199332403059-7594013739168617539?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7594013739168617539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/10/matt-183-principle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/7594013739168617539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/7594013739168617539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/10/matt-183-principle.html' title='The Matt 18:3 Principle'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-9083695378094496908</id><published>2009-10-06T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:30:04.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/Ssv-w8B1NTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/6CM0EAexhH0/s1600-h/DSC04265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/Ssv-w8B1NTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/6CM0EAexhH0/s400/DSC04265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389681495779915058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-9083695378094496908?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/9083695378094496908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/10/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/9083695378094496908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/9083695378094496908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/10/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/Ssv-w8B1NTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/6CM0EAexhH0/s72-c/DSC04265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-6295709267497042427</id><published>2009-10-01T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:40:41.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>Love like Dandelion's</title><content type='html'>I know that when you read that word you probably thought "weeds" because for some reason, everyone thinks that about dandelions :) But I want to challenge that. Websters Dictionary defines the word "Weed" as "A plant that is not valued where it is growing". My goal here isn't to influence you all to let them ravage your lawns, but rather, I want to shed light on a reason why God may have put them there. If I succeed, you will learn to value the bright yellow flowers wherever you see them- thus removing them from the "weed" category :)&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-62d3e9e357cd9712" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62d3e9e357cd9712%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331514653%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19A5D1CE3C9087F7A0317D5AED9B2DE75CCCAD07.FBC99E223AC34850D7AD523CE09C945ECC596D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62d3e9e357cd9712%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoxF0KmEkzE4djh-M-FE5rEyyTL4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62d3e9e357cd9712%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331514653%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19A5D1CE3C9087F7A0317D5AED9B2DE75CCCAD07.FBC99E223AC34850D7AD523CE09C945ECC596D5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62d3e9e357cd9712%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoxF0KmEkzE4djh-M-FE5rEyyTL4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us consider first the line in Toby Mac's "Diverse City". The line is "And we'll spread this love like dandelions". What does he mean by this? Well, the dandelion is just one flower, but from its spot in the yard it can spread hundreds of seeds in the course of its life. It spreads seeds faithfully, like we Christians should be. Planting them in lives wherever we can. Not every seed sown will produce another dandelion, but many will. and through the work of a few dandelions, many will pop up the next morning in your yard! :) Next time you see that, resist the urge to be frustrated, and be challenged instead! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, what about the song titled "Dandelions" by Five Iron Frenzy? In that song, an analogy is proposed. Imagine a young boy in a field, gathering these yellow flowers and taking them to his delighted mother. Now, imagine us, wretched sinners gathering up all our goodness and taking it to our Heavenly Father. Its the same picture. One of love, and mercy. We think we present something of value, and He sees the love in our weeds! Remember this, also, when you see those bright yellow buds! God loves us, even in our wretchedness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5647439199332403059-6295709267497042427?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6295709267497042427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-like-dandelions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/6295709267497042427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/6295709267497042427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-like-dandelions.html' title='Love like Dandelion&apos;s'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-3761774278087643027</id><published>2009-09-30T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:57:48.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/SsQaTwDRhAI/AAAAAAAAAto/U2974c1oezY/s1600-h/DSC04186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/SsQaTwDRhAI/AAAAAAAAAto/U2974c1oezY/s400/DSC04186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387459980860425218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-3761774278087643027?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3761774278087643027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/3761774278087643027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/3761774278087643027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/SsQaTwDRhAI/AAAAAAAAAto/U2974c1oezY/s72-c/DSC04186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-6323688216643671897</id><published>2009-09-29T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:11:04.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>Simply Devoted</title><content type='html'>"With what shall I come to the LORD and bow myself before the God on high? Shall I come to Him with burnt offerings, with yearling calves? Does the LORD take delight in thousands of rams, in ten thousand rivers of oil? Shall I present my firstborn for my rebellious acts, the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul? He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the LORD require of you but to do justice, to love kindness, And to walk humbly with your God." Micah 6:6-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the desperation in his voice! How can I please the Lord? Will He be satisfied with thousands of rams? With ten thousand rivers of oil? Shall I even present my firstborn? What does this sound like in your life? How can I please Him? If I read my Bible every morning and every night? If I teach Sunday School? Sing on the worship team? Wear skirts and never cut my hair? If I stand in the center of campus and preach from a box? If I give up my job and tote my family to a foreign country? To what extent must I go, in order to please this God?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah lived in a time where God was seen as an unreachable God who watched us suffer in our iniquities, and will not be pleased. Today, although this is a different time with different teachings, there are still those moments in our life when we are found searching for that last bit of service or devotion that will finally make us right with God. I think you knew 3 things, when you read the previous paragraph. You will know that there is nothing wrong with any of those acts of devotion. At the same time, these things are not a checklist for closeness with the Lord. And yet you may also know that at some point in your life you have tried desperately to get right with the Lord through an act like one of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah's message is that closeness with the Lord is found when we do as He has asked. Do justice, love kindness, and walk humbly with your God. You will know which of the other, more superficial acts of devotion are necessary because it will be God's specific request to you, made in the quiet moments while you wait on Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more insight, read Charles Swindoll's message. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.insight.org/library/insight-for-today/keep-it-simple.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-6323688216643671897?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6323688216643671897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/09/simply-devoted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/6323688216643671897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/6323688216643671897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/09/simply-devoted.html' title='Simply Devoted'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-2990162524302488818</id><published>2009-09-17T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:03:55.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>My True Love</title><content type='html'>I have found my Jesus to be the happiest Love of my life. He never leaves my side, and best of all, He helps me become better than I am. When the worries of this world distract me, my Jesus will woo me back to Him with a beautiful sunrise or a starry night. He takes extra special attention to make those yellow flowers blossom on the side of the road just so that I will smile when I drive by. He hid my shoes so I would walk to the driveway with my shoes off and feel the grass between my toes- just because He knows how much I love that  He knows exactly what I love, want, like and need, and he spares no expense to delight me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lover, He gallantly surrenders His life to those who would try to steal mine, just so I would be saved. He sends me love notes and messages via those around me (and the Bible) so I won’t ever forget Him. He holds my hand when I’m lost and brings me close when I’m scared. When I am so distraught I am bewildered and do not know what to do, He gently calls my name, puts His arms around me and carries me to the place I belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-2990162524302488818?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2990162524302488818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/2990162524302488818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/2990162524302488818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-true-love.html' title='My True Love'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-1424786847179563545</id><published>2009-09-17T12:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:03:55.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>The Colors of this Journey</title><content type='html'>PINK-&lt;br /&gt;Like the pretty but common flower we call a carnation, my life is very nearly cookie cutter shaped. I was raised in a Christian home, and went to church, got saved, and was baptized at all the right times. I love God with all my heart, I obey my parents, I am a friend to those in need. All who know me speak well of me, I truly dislike no one, and am oblivious to any unkind word. My only fault is to assume all people in the world are good, and thus I am very trusting. I have very few trials; I skip through each day with bliss and happiness. My life is PINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROWN-&lt;br /&gt;After a heavy rain, it is easy to find small pools of murky brown water. Standing water, with no purpose but to mix with the dirt and mud below, is what we call a puddle. Such is my life now. Many doors are opening, like floodgates, to introduce the dirt and grime of this fallen world into my life. I am learning selfishness, and vanity. I am also learning expletives, and innuendos. In an attempt to keep my head above the flood of worldly humor and relationships, I am teaching myself to tread water with the rest. I am still seen as a “good girl” in my workplace and school, but as I allow this dirt into my life it begins to pool and settle in places I did not notice. My life is becoming bland and passionless. My nights were filled with confusion; my days, distracting jubilee. I tried not to think, because when I did, it seemed so evident to me that there was something missing, that there had to be more I hadn’t found yet. My life is BROWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK- &lt;br /&gt;Like in the dead of night, with no moon or stars, I have come to a place where I cannot get up, and I cannot get out. I am stuck, and completely useless as a tool for my Maker to use. I have tried on my own to escape this pit, but the more I try, the farther I slide back in. My life is BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve learned where wisdom is SUPPOSED to come from in times of need, but hasn’t it been long enough? Haven’t you tried hard enough? Why do you still stare into the darkness, looking for guidance that you’re just not good enough to get. You don’t have faith strong enough to be led by the Holy Spirit, trust me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHITE-&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes and search my soul I see only darkness, like I am lost in this world. Then, in the distance, I catch a glimpse of a light that is so faint I am sure I imagined it. With my hearts eyes I sought it out, squinting against the pressuring darkness to see if this flicker of light was truly there. I sit quietly, yearning for the light to come and show me the way. I see it again, and this time it remains! So small, and easily missed, it burns steadily, bringing me hope for my life. I am sure I have never seen anything quite so beautiful, even at such a great distance. As I reach out to it, the light comes nearer, and grows brighter and stronger. Warmth is covering my body and a song is rising in my heart, Hallelujah, He is coming! As the light is gaining on me, I can see a figure, from which the light is emanating. Soon I can feel myself completely enveloped in this wondrous light, and I can stand again! The way is made clear and the bondages of this world have disappeared. Without restraint, I run to my Savior, into His arms just to thank Him. I can do nothing, for I AM nothing, and yet, He loves me enough to seek me out and set me free. I am new, and full of life yet again. Monotony is gone from my sight. I do not blend in any longer! I AM WHITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!”&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 5:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREEN-&lt;br /&gt;New Life. That is what I am. Like the small sprout in the ground, such a fresh green, needing quite a bit of growth and nurturing, pruning and rain. God has saved me and made me whole, I am His, and now I must pursue Him on my own. No longer can it be my family’s religion, or my parents faith. It is MY relationship, in which *I* must put in the effort and *I* must maintain. I am not perfect, and I am not complete, but Christ has made me holy, and the Counselor (Holy Spirit) is bringing me closer and closer to being perfect (“Since we have these promises, dear friends, let us purify ourselves from everything that contaminates body and spirit, perfecting holiness out of reverence for God.” 2 Cor 7:1). I am growing, I am changing, I am becoming more like Christ and less like the person I left in the mud puddle. I am a new creation. I am GREEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a telling of my spiritual journey, and it was not something that could be seen from the outside. I am sharing it with you in hopes that God might use it to bless you or impact your life in some way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-1424786847179563545?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1424786847179563545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/09/colors-of-this-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1424786847179563545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1424786847179563545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/09/colors-of-this-journey.html' title='The Colors of this Journey'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-5111007236027489670</id><published>2009-09-17T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:03:55.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>What is this world?!</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a world that did not know Love, moved too fast for Beauty, longed for Peace but didn’t know where it was, erased the line between Good and Evil, and persecuted all those that sought to change it. In this world resided a young girl who was raised with a firm belief in the existence of all these wonderful things her world had lost, and her family desired for their daughter to experience them. She learned to guard her heart against the poison that had numbed the hearts of the world to Love. She trained her eyes to pause and seek out Beauty in unsuspecting places. She found Peace in her Father’s arms and His home was a sanctuary for her. She used His guidelines to rediscover morality. Although she tried to surround herself with friends who believed in these wonderful things, she found many of them to only say they believed without the faith to pursue them. She will be called Lamb, for she was never without a shepherd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-5111007236027489670?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5111007236027489670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-this-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5111007236027489670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5111007236027489670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-this-world.html' title='What is this world?!'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-8958549100275295361</id><published>2009-09-04T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:56:13.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Savory... Southwestern... Sigh!</title><content type='html'>The only words to describe the recipe I have stumbled upon this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;I paused this afternon after cooking and before eating, to write about this, because I couldn't let it get away from me! If the looks and aroma of this dish are any hint as to the flavor, we are in for a treat this evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 ounces black beans, drained&lt;br /&gt;30 ounces corn kernels, drained&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chickpeas, drained&lt;br /&gt;1 cup frozen green pea, frozen (do not thaw them)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup black olives, sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 medium red bell peppers, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 medium red onion, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 cup jicama, diced (optional)&lt;br /&gt;12 tablespoons red wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;6 tablespoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons Splenda granular&lt;br /&gt;4 teaspoons garlic, crushed&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons cumin&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon dried red pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 cup fresh coriander, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-In a large bowl, put black beans, corn, chickpeas,  peas, olives, peppers, onion and jicama.&lt;br /&gt;2-In a small bowl, whisk together the vinegar, olive oil, splenda, garlic, cumin, salt and dried red pepper. Pour on the salad and stir to coat well. Add coriander and stir again.&lt;br /&gt;3-Put in the fridge at least 1 hour before serving. It will be good in the fridge for many day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-8958549100275295361?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/8958549100275295361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/09/savory-southwestern-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/8958549100275295361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/8958549100275295361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/09/savory-southwestern-sigh.html' title='Savory... Southwestern... Sigh!'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-6083982054648264733</id><published>2009-08-24T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:49:44.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>When We Lose</title><content type='html'>Watching the movie "Facing the Giants"... Going to the first day of school..... Discussing the comparison of Eden and Heaven...... Having the schedule, and plans, turned upside down....... Trusting God.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are these related? Well, mostly it is just the run down of my past 48 hours. But it all fell into place this evening, after a particularly hard afternoon. Let me explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night we watched "Facing the Giants". For those of you who haven't seen the movie, it is about a football team who learns to "Praise Him when we win, and praise Him when we lose." I recommend it as a stellar family movie. The phrase I quoted above is key to its application here. You will notice it tied in at the end of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I left for my first (incredible) day of school, and I left feeling overwhelmed and impowered. A tough semester lay ahead of me, and I was stepping up to the plate. I knew Tuesday would bring ASL 1, which we fought long and hard to get my brother into, and my toughest class yet, Linguistics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this evening, while hanging out with some friends, I get a text from a classmate telling me the Linguistics class is cancelled. Not just for one day, but for the semester. It is also offered in the evening, but that conflicts with my current (well-established) job. Now I'm not sure what to do. I have to be a full-time student to keep health insurance, and I was just at 12 credits(minimum for full-time) with that class. I have to take that class in order to graduate. I have to work in order to take 12 credits each semester. This cancellation rocked my world. I had worked very hard to get a schedule where I could take my classes in the morning, and work in the afternoon. And I was balanced delicately with my income just meeting my needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, first I start worrying. Then I start praying. Then I start brain storming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linguistics is offered in the evening, but I coach in the evening. They may be able to get by without me on that one night, but that would drop my income. I don't think I can afford that. I will need another job, but i don't have time. Maybe I can take all night classes and work during the day, but i don't have a day job. But wait- last week I got a job offer from an old ASL teacher. I had to turn it down because it conflicted with school, but maybe now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The realization of how much this will change things is hurting my brain, on the evening of the first day of school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't get ahold of anyone to see if the job is still available, I can't get my concerns about night classes answered, and I can't make any decisions tonight. Oh, I wish it had just stayed like it was settled before! Why did God have to pull the rug out from under me?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it hits me. There is a purpose for everything. This new plan may be better than it was before? Perhaps the turmoil I am experiencing now is for a better purpose? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what tomorrow will bring, and I haven't a clue where I will be next week. And I can peacefully praise Him tonight. This control freak is learning to let go :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-6083982054648264733?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/6083982054648264733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-we-lose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/6083982054648264733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/6083982054648264733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-we-lose.html' title='When We Lose'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-1904600893223979923</id><published>2009-08-19T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:09:29.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Guosim Shrew Shortbread</title><content type='html'>Interesting Title? Well, just last week I recieved a precious gift from an old friend that appealed to my literary AND culinary taste! What was that gift? Why, the Redwall Cookbook, of course! And this evening I have christined it with the obligatory smudge of batter that claims it as my own :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first recipe to be attempted in my kitchen is the one that shares a title with this post: Guosim Shrew Shortbread. I had never made shortbread before, but I wanted to make something for my family to enjoy on our adventures tomorrow. The recipe was short, simple, and familiar. Similar to my favorite pie crust recipe, but with alot more sugar, this concoction is in the oven now, filling my surroundings with a sweet aroma! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall include the recipe in this post, but be warned- as with most of my kitchen endeavors, I did not follow the recipe exactly. That is the way with nearly every item that crosses my kitchen counter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guosim Shrew Shortbread-Makes 16 Servings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 1/2c Flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pinch Salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1c(2sticks) unsalted butter, chilled and cubed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2c sugar, plus additional for sprinkling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Method:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Preheat oven to 325. Greasae two 8" round cake pans and line the bottom with parchment or waked paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.In a mixing bowl, stir together the flour and salt. Add the butter and rub it into the flour with your fingers until the mixture resembles course crumbs. Add the sugar and knead lightly to mix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Press half the dough evenly into each pan. Back until firm and golden, about 45 min (I discovered it to lay thinner than I expected. If you make it too thick, it will not become as firm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Sprinkly sugar over warm shortbreads and cut wach round into eight wedges. Let cool in the pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-1904600893223979923?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1904600893223979923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/guosim-shrew-shortbread.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1904600893223979923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1904600893223979923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/guosim-shrew-shortbread.html' title='Guosim Shrew Shortbread'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-7421093199797864759</id><published>2009-08-09T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:55:33.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'>Reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you ever find that you can't finish as many books as you would like in as little time as you would like, one at a time? I know what you are feeling! Please share with me some of your favorites! Here are some of the books on my shelf:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books I have read that I recommend-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First 3 books of Anne of Green Gables Novels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piercing the Darkness ~and~ This Present Darkness- Frank Peretti&lt;br /&gt;The Great Divorce- C.S. Lewis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What He Must Be- Voddie Bachaum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books I'm reading right now!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma-Jane Austin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment- Jeremiah Burroughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep a Quiet Heart- Elizabeth Elliot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Drill Master of Valley Forge- Paul Lockhart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;America and Vietnam- Albert Marrin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Books I want to read...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The True Darcy Spirit- Elizabeth Aston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultimate Proof- Jason Lisle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pride and Predjudice- Jane Austin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last 5 books of the Anne of Green Gables Novels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-7421093199797864759?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7421093199797864759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/reading.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/7421093199797864759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/7421093199797864759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/08/reading.html' title='Reading...'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-5876410147434435837</id><published>2009-07-21T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:53:14.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calling'/><title type='text'>The Power of Information</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have been educated in many topics by leading Christian scholars, such as DNA, Cell Biology, Astronomy, Carbon Dating, and many others. As all of this plunges me deep over my head, I am absorbing so much! I encourage you all to get this information! There is so much information out there to support our faith in the Holy Scriptures (cover to cover), and we just need to use the resources we have!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More importantly than this, though, is the importance of memorizing scripture. I have been convicted these days that I have been found wanting in this area. There is so much scripture that can be used in daily debates or conversations, that we need only to hide in our hearts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that each of you would endeavor to not only let the Holy Spirit touch your heart, but also your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-5876410147434435837?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/5876410147434435837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/power-of-information.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5876410147434435837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/5876410147434435837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/power-of-information.html' title='The Power of Information'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-4224506188866774052</id><published>2009-07-14T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:04:03.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Plum Pie!</title><content type='html'>Hallelujah! The Lord has blessed us with an abundance of home grown fruit, and a successful kitchen creation!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a plum tree in our yard, and over the weekend, my dad put my mom up on his shoulders and had her pick all the plums off of it (before the bugs got to them). We had so many plums, we decided to make something with them, and not depend on eating them fresh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and I cut up what turned out to be about 7cups of plums. We stirred in about 1/2c suger and 4T flour. This made an excellent pie filling! After making our favorite pie crust (2 1/2c flour, 1cup cold butter/shortening, palmful of salt, and water to moisten), we filled it with the plum filling and covered it with a crumb topping (white sugar, flour and shortening). We baked it at 400 degrees for 35 minutes, and it came out delightful! (It was very full and did spill over a little bit, so we put a baking sheet underneath it, to catch the drips.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is quite delicious, and I encourage any of you to try this with your own fruit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be blessed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-4224506188866774052?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/4224506188866774052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/plum-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/4224506188866774052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/4224506188866774052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/plum-pie.html' title='Plum Pie!'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-1747533760977061130</id><published>2009-07-14T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:06:42.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Rosemary Honey Lemonade</title><content type='html'>I just love working in the kitchen- I'm so thankful the Lord gave me a hobby that is productive! Today I took regular lemonade and edited it slightly to make it more exciting :D The more basic a task, the more creative one can be with it! Let me share with you the details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary Honey Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First:&lt;br /&gt;7c water&lt;br /&gt;3tsp rosemary leaves (3 small sprigs of fresh rosemary)&lt;br /&gt;Boil, strain, and let water cool slightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put into pitcher:&lt;br /&gt;1cup Lemon Juice&lt;br /&gt;1cup Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour in hot/warm rosemary water and stir. Let cool and serve over ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Variation: replace honey with white sugar and cool the water completely before adding it to the pitcher)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-1747533760977061130?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/1747533760977061130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/kitchen-creations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1747533760977061130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/1747533760977061130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/kitchen-creations.html' title='Rosemary Honey Lemonade'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-2946888754446148295</id><published>2009-07-05T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:21:15.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Mama for Praying for Me</title><content type='html'>Somebody somewhere was praying last night&lt;br /&gt;when Jesus came in and I saw the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been Mama. I heard her before as she knelt by her bedside,&lt;br /&gt;her tears touched the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mama for praying for me. If you had not prayed, then where would I be?&lt;br /&gt;They called you old fashioned but you loved the Lord&lt;br /&gt;and your prayers touched the Master as your tears touched the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held to the Altar and wouldn't give in&lt;br /&gt;till she knew all her children had been born again.&lt;br /&gt;Just an old fashioned Mama but she loved the Lord&lt;br /&gt;and your prayers touched the Master as your tears touched the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mama for praying for me. If you had not prayed, then where would I be?&lt;br /&gt;They called you old fashioned but you loved the Lord&lt;br /&gt;and your prayers touched the Master as your tears touched the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the Inspirations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-2946888754446148295?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/2946888754446148295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-mama-for-praying-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/2946888754446148295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/2946888754446148295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-mama-for-praying-for-me.html' title='Thank you Mama for Praying for Me'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-8040747670309731474</id><published>2009-07-03T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T04:37:06.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless the USA ~Lee Greenwood</title><content type='html'>If tomorrow all the things were gone,&lt;br /&gt;I’d worked for all my life.&lt;br /&gt;And I had to start again,&lt;br /&gt;with just my children and my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d thank my lucky stars,&lt;br /&gt;to be livin here today.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause the flag still stands for freedom,&lt;br /&gt;and they can’t take that away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m proud to be an American,&lt;br /&gt;where at least I know I’m free.&lt;br /&gt;And I wont forget the men who died,&lt;br /&gt;who gave that right to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gladly stand up,&lt;br /&gt;next to you and defend her still today.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land,&lt;br /&gt;God bless the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the lakes of Minnesota,&lt;br /&gt;to the hills of Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;Across the plains of Texas,&lt;br /&gt;From sea to shining sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Detroit down to Houston,&lt;br /&gt;and New York to L.A.&lt;br /&gt;Well there's pride in every American heart,&lt;br /&gt;and its time we stand and say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I’m proud to be an American,&lt;br /&gt;where at least I know I’m free.&lt;br /&gt;And I wont forget the men who died,&lt;br /&gt;who gave that right to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gladly stand up,&lt;br /&gt;next to you and defend her still today.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land,&lt;br /&gt;God bless the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m proud to be and American,&lt;br /&gt;where at least I know I’m free.&lt;br /&gt;And I wont forget the men who died,&lt;br /&gt;who gave that right to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gladly stand up,&lt;br /&gt;next to you and defend her still today.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land,&lt;br /&gt;God bless the USA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-8040747670309731474?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-7806563312092902304</id><published>2009-06-21T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:34:36.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><title type='text'>A Memorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Joshua 4&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5912" class="versenum" value="1" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; When the whole nation had finished crossing the Jordan, the LORD said to Joshua, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5913" class="versenum" value="2" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; "Choose twelve men from among the people, one from each tribe, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5914" class="versenum" value="3" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; and tell them to take up twelve stones from the middle of the Jordan from right where the priests stood and to carry them over with you and put them down at the place where you stay tonight."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5915" class="versenum" value="4" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; So Joshua called together the twelve men he had appointed from the Israelites, one from each tribe, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5916" class="versenum" value="5" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; and said to them, "Go over before the ark of the LORD your God into the middle of the Jordan. Each of you is to take up a stone on his shoulder, according to the number of the tribes of the Israelites, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5917" class="versenum" value="6" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; to serve as a sign among you. In the future, when your children ask you, 'What do these stones mean?' &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5918" class="versenum" value="7" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; tell them that the flow of the Jordan was cut off before the ark of the covenant of the LORD. When it crossed the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off. These stones are to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5919" class="versenum" value="8" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; So the Israelites did as Joshua commanded them. They took twelve stones from the middle of the Jordan, according to the number of the tribes of the Israelites, as the LORD had told Joshua; and they carried them over with them to their camp, where they put them down. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5920" class="versenum" value="9" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; Joshua set up the twelve stones that had been &lt;sup class="footnote" value="" href="&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-5920a&amp;quot;" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]" style="font-size: 0.75em; line-height: 0.5em; "&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=joshua%204&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-5920a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; in the middle of the Jordan at the spot where the priests who carried the ark of the covenant had stood. And they are there to this day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5921" class="versenum" value="10" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; Now the priests who carried the ark remained standing in the middle of the Jordan until everything the LORD had commanded Joshua was done by the people, just as Moses had directed Joshua. The people hurried over, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5922" class="versenum" value="11" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; and as soon as all of them had crossed, the ark of the LORD and the priests came to the other side while the people watched. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5923" class="versenum" value="12" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; The men of Reuben, Gad and the half-tribe of Manasseh crossed over, armed, in front of the Israelites, as Moses had directed them. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5924" class="versenum" value="13" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt; About forty thousand armed for battle crossed over before the LORD to the plains of Jericho for war.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5925" class="versenum" value="14" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; That day the LORD exalted Joshua in the sight of all Israel; and they revered him all the days of his life, just as they had revered Moses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5926" class="versenum" value="15" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; Then the LORD said to Joshua, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5927" class="versenum" value="16" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; "Command the priests carrying the ark of the Testimony to come up out of the Jordan."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5928" class="versenum" value="17" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt; So Joshua commanded the priests, "Come up out of the Jordan."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5929" class="versenum" value="18" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt; And the priests came up out of the river carrying the ark of the covenant of the LORD. No sooner had they set their feet on the dry ground than the waters of the Jordan returned to their place and ran at flood stage as before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5930" class="versenum" value="19" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt; On the tenth day of the first month the people went up from the Jordan and camped at Gilgal on the eastern border of Jericho. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5931" class="versenum" value="20" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt; And Joshua set up at Gilgal the twelve stones they had taken out of the Jordan. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5932" class="versenum" value="21" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt; He said to the Israelites, "In the future when your descendants ask their fathers, 'What do these stones mean?' &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5933" class="versenum" value="22" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt; tell them, 'Israel crossed the Jordan on dry ground.' &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5934" class="versenum" value="23" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt; For the LORD your God dried up the Jordan before you until you had crossed over. The LORD your God did to the Jordan just what he had done to the Red Sea when he dried it up before us until we had crossed over. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-5935" class="versenum" value="24" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt; He did this so that all the peoples of the earth might know that the hand of the LORD is powerful and so that you might always fear the LORD your God."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-7806563312092902304?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/7806563312092902304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/memorial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/7806563312092902304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/7806563312092902304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/memorial.html' title='A Memorial'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-3627501972259444933</id><published>2009-06-18T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:30:39.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><title type='text'>Promises and Paths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Joshua 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Crossing the Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5895" class="versenum" value="1" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Early in the morning Joshua and all the Israelites set out from Shittim and went to the Jordan, where they camped before crossing over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5896" class="versenum" value="2" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; After three days the officers went throughout the camp, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5897" class="versenum" value="3" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; giving orders to the people: "When you see the ark of the covenant of the LORD your God, and the priests, who are Levites, carrying it, you are to move out from your positions and follow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5898" class="versenum" value="4" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Then you will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; which way to go, since you have never been this way before. But keep a distance of about a thousand yards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; between you and the ark; do not go near it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5899" class="versenum" value="5" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Joshua told the people, "Consecrate yourselves, for tomorrow the LORD will do amazing things among you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5900" class="versenum" value="6" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Joshua said to the priests, "Take up the ark of the covenant and pass on ahead of the people." So they took it up and went ahead of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5901" class="versenum" value="7" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; And the LORD said to Joshua, "Today I will begin to exalt you in the eyes of all Israel, so they may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; that I am with you as I was with Moses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5902" class="versenum" value="8" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tell the priests who carry the ark of the covenant: 'When you reach the edge of the Jordan's waters, go and stand in the river.' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5903" class="versenum" value="9" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Joshua said to the Israelites, "Come here and listen to the words of the LORD your God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5904" class="versenum" value="10" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; This is how you will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; that the living God is among you and that he will certainly drive out before you the Canaanites, Hittites, Hivites, Perizzites, Girgashites, Amorites and Jebusites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5905" class="versenum" value="11" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; See, the ark of the covenant of the Lord of all the earth will go into the Jordan ahead of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5906" class="versenum" value="12" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Now then, choose twelve men from the tribes of Israel, one from each tribe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5907" class="versenum" value="13" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; And as soon as the priests who carry the ark of the LORD -the Lord of all the earth—set foot in the Jordan, its waters flowing downstream will be cut off and stand up in a heap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5908" class="versenum" value="14" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; So when the people broke camp to cross the Jordan, the priests carrying the ark of the covenant went ahead of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5909" class="versenum" value="15" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Now the Jordan is at flood stage all during harvest. Yet as soon as the priests who carried the ark reached the Jordan and their feet touched the water's edge, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5910" class="versenum" value="16" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; the water from upstream stopped flowing. It piled up in a heap a great distance away, at a town called Adam in the vicinity of Zarethan, while the water flowing down to the Sea of the Arabah (the Salt Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; ) was completely cut off. So the people crossed over opposite Jericho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-5911" class="versenum" value="17" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; The priests who carried the ark of the covenant of the LORD stood firm on dry ground in the middle of the Jordan, while all Israel passed by until the whole nation had completed the crossing on dry ground."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-3627501972259444933?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/3627501972259444933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/promises-and-paths.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/3627501972259444933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/3627501972259444933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/promises-and-paths.html' title='Promises and Paths'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-392058848783045124</id><published>2009-06-18T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:28:57.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><title type='text'>A Time of Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Joshua 2&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahab and the Spies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Then Joshua son of Nun secretly sent two spies from Shittim. "Go, look over the land," he said, "especially Jericho." So they went and entered the house of a prostitute [a] named Rahab and stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;2 The king of Jericho was told, "Look! Some of the Israelites have come here tonight to spy out the land." 3 So the king of Jericho sent this message to Rahab: "Bring out the men who came to you and entered your house, because they have come to spy out the whole land."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 But the woman had taken the two men and hidden them. She said, "Yes, the men came to me, but I did not know where they had come from. 5 At dusk, when it was time to close the city gate, the men left. I don't know which way they went. Go after them quickly. You may catch up with them." 6 (But she had taken them up to the roof and hidden them under the stalks of flax she had laid out on the roof.) 7 So the men set out in pursuit of the spies on the road that leads to the fords of the Jordan, and as soon as the pursuers had gone out, the gate was shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Before the spies lay down for the night, she went up on the roof 9 and said to them, "I know that the LORD has given this land to you and that a great fear of you has fallen on us, so that all who live in this country are melting in fear because of you. 10 We have heard how the LORD dried up the water of the Red Sea [b] for you when you came out of Egypt, and what you did to Sihon and Og, the two kings of the Amorites east of the Jordan, whom you completely destroyed. [c] 11 When we heard of it, our hearts melted and everyone's courage failed because of you, for the LORD your God is God in heaven above and on the earth below. 12 Now then, please swear to me by the LORD that you will show kindness to my family, because I have shown kindness to you. Give me a sure sign 13 that you will spare the lives of my father and mother, my brothers and sisters, and all who belong to them, and that you will save us from death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 "Our lives for your lives!" the men assured her. "If you don't tell what we are doing, we will treat you kindly and faithfully when the LORD gives us the land."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 So she let them down by a rope through the window, for the house she lived in was part of the city wall. 16 Now she had said to them, "Go to the hills so the pursuers will not find you. Hide yourselves there three days until they return, and then go on your way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 The men said to her, "This oath you made us swear will not be binding on us 18 unless, when we enter the land, you have tied this scarlet cord in the window through which you let us down, and unless you have brought your father and mother, your brothers and all your family into your house. 19 If anyone goes outside your house into the street, his blood will be on his own head; we will not be responsible. As for anyone who is in the house with you, his blood will be on our head if a hand is laid on him. 20 But if you tell what we are doing, we will be released from the oath you made us swear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 "Agreed," she replied. "Let it be as you say." So she sent them away and they departed. And she tied the scarlet cord in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 When they left, they went into the hills and stayed there three days, until the pursuers had searched all along the road and returned without finding them. 23 Then the two men started back. They went down out of the hills, forded the river and came to Joshua son of Nun and told him everything that had happened to them. 24 They said to Joshua, "The LORD has surely given the whole land into our hands; all the people are melting in fear because of us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-392058848783045124?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/392058848783045124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-of-crisis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/392058848783045124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/392058848783045124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-of-crisis.html' title='A Time of Crisis'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5647439199332403059.post-891082544798479377</id><published>2009-06-18T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:24:50.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua'/><title type='text'>Strong and Courageous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Joshua 1&lt;br /&gt;The LORD Commands Joshua&lt;br /&gt;1 After the death of Moses the servant of the LORD, the LORD said to Joshua son of Nun, Moses' aide: 2 "Moses my servant is dead. Now then, you and all these people, get ready to cross the Jordan River into the land I am about to give to them—to the Israelites. 3 I will give you every place where you set your foot, as I promised Moses. 4 Your territory will extend from the desert to Lebanon, and from the great river, the Euphrates—all the Hittite country—to the Great Sea [a] on the west. 5 No one will be able to stand up against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 "Be strong and courageous, because you will lead these people to inherit the land I swore to their forefathers to give them. 7 Be strong and very courageous. Be careful to obey all the law my servant Moses gave you; do not turn from it to the right or to the left, that you may be successful wherever you go. 8 Do not let this Book of the Law depart from your mouth; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful. 9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 So Joshua ordered the officers of the people: 11 "Go through the camp and tell the people, 'Get your supplies ready. Three days from now you will cross the Jordan here to go in and take possession of the land the LORD your God is giving you for your own.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 But to the Reubenites, the Gadites and the half-tribe of Manasseh, Joshua said, 13 "Remember the command that Moses the servant of the LORD gave you: 'The LORD your God is giving you rest and has granted you this land.' 14 Your wives, your children and your livestock may stay in the land that Moses gave you east of the Jordan, but all your fighting men, fully armed, must cross over ahead of your brothers. You are to help your brothers 15 until the LORD gives them rest, as he has done for you, and until they too have taken possession of the land that the LORD your God is giving them. After that, you may go back and occupy your own land, which Moses the servant of the LORD gave you east of the Jordan toward the sunrise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Then they answered Joshua, "Whatever you have commanded us we will do, and wherever you send us we will go. 17 Just as we fully obeyed Moses, so we will obey you. Only may the LORD your God be with you as he was with Moses. 18 Whoever rebels against your word and does not obey your words, whatever you may command them, will be put to death. Only be strong and courageous!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Please comment on this as you are led.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5647439199332403059-891082544798479377?l=walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/feeds/891082544798479377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/strong-and-courageous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/891082544798479377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5647439199332403059/posts/default/891082544798479377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingwithemmanuel.blogspot.com/2009/06/strong-and-courageous.html' title='Strong and Courageous'/><author><name>cortney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766917676974355174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KpnI4BS2OUk/S23dn9XXiAI/AAAAAAAABI4/kaXcGeWW9aE/S220/P1010478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
