<?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-15716115</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:03:00.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle is the Lord's</title><subtitle type='html'>***CECI EST MON BLOG. Inspirez-vous et amusez-vous d'histoires et de faits vécus concernant ma vie de tous les jours, ma famille, mes amis, le basket (et autres sports), l'Université, le travail et surtout... l'église et ma chorale! ---


***THIS IS MY BLOG. Get inspired and have fun reading these stories, picked from a range of fiction or reality, concerning my everyday life, my family, my friends, basketball (and other sports), university, work and most especially... church and my choir!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-119548384164563509</id><published>2007-06-08T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:16:52.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE IS SO HARD TO LEARN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1.       The bandage was wound around the wound.&lt;br /&gt;2.      The farm was used to produce produce.&lt;br /&gt;3.      The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.&lt;br /&gt;4.      We must polish the Polish furniture.&lt;br /&gt;5.      He could lead if he would get the lead out.&lt;br /&gt;6.      The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;7.      Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.&lt;br /&gt;8.      A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.&lt;br /&gt;9.      When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I did not object to the object.&lt;br /&gt;11.   The insurance was invalid for the invalid.&lt;br /&gt;12.   There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.&lt;br /&gt;13.   They were too close to the door to close it.&lt;br /&gt;14.   The buck does funny things when the does are present.&lt;br /&gt;15.   A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.&lt;br /&gt;16.   To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.&lt;br /&gt;17.  The wind was too strong to wind the sail.&lt;br /&gt;18.   After a number of injections my jaw got number.&lt;br /&gt;19.   Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;20.  I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.&lt;br /&gt;21.   How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple.  English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take English for granted.  But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One goose, 2 geese.  So one moose, 2 meese?  One index, 2 indices? &lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend, that you comb through annals of history but not a single annal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If teachers taught, why don’t preachers praught?  If a vegetarian cats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. &lt;br /&gt;In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?&lt;br /&gt;Ship by truck and send cargo by ship?  Have noses that run and feet that smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can overlook and oversee be opposites, while quite a lot and quite a few are alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another?&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when they are absent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a horseful carriage or a strapful gown?  Met a sung hero or experienced requited love?  Have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled, ruly or peccable?  And where are all those people who ARE spring chickens or who would ACTUALLY hurt a fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which of course, isn’t a race at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible.  However, when the lights are out, they are invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-119548384164563509?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/119548384164563509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=119548384164563509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/119548384164563509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/119548384164563509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-english-language-is-so-hard-to.html' title='WHY THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE IS SO HARD TO LEARN'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-3733693953296867343</id><published>2007-06-08T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:49:08.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caller ID</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;God works in mysterious ways, doesn't He?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isn't it amazing how God works in our lives!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On a Saturday night several weeks ago, this pastor was working late, and decided to call his wife before he left for home.  It was about 10:00 PM, but his wife didn't answer the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The pastor let the phone ring many times.  He thought it was odd that she didn't answer, but decided to wrap up a few things and try again in a few minutes.  When he tried again she answered right away.  He asked her why shehadn't answered before, and she said that it hadn't rung at their house. They brushed it off as a fluke and went on their merry ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The following Monday, the pastor received a call at the church office, which was the phone that he'd used that Saturday night.   The man that he spoke with wanted to know why he'd called on Saturday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The pastor couldn't figure out what the man was talking about.  Then the man said, "It rang and rang, but I didn't answer." The pastor remembered the mishap and apologized for disturbing him, explaining that he'd intended to call his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The man said, "That's, OK.  Let me tell you my story. You see, I was planning to commit suicide on Saturday night, but before I did, I prayed,&lt;br /&gt;'God if you're there, and you don't want me to do this, give me a sign now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point my phone started to ring.  I looked at the caller ID, and it said, 'Almighty God'.  I was afraid to answer!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The reason why it showed on the man's caller ID that the call came from "Almighty God" is because the church that the pastor attends is called Almighty God Tabernacle!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Other Lessons for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and Jesus will be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Remember, every minute spent angry is sixty seconds of happiness wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-3733693953296867343?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/3733693953296867343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=3733693953296867343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/3733693953296867343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/3733693953296867343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2007/06/caller-id.html' title='Caller ID'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-2868705308355927856</id><published>2007-06-08T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:44:30.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back - BUSY me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well well here I am. WOW I havn't blogged in forever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Almost a year now WOW! Well I am back now... Now that I have figured out my new account hehe I am back on track!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've been so busy with work and church and all, that I barely have time for these kinds of things!! Well now that I am back to my old translation coordination/revision desk, I can at least update my blog every so often. So for all of my faithful fans who have missed me well here I am ! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now just an aside note because I can't finish this without saying something about God's power. He has been doing wonderful things in my life that I cannot even describe. It would take me every second of every day to even start drafting these blessings! Since I was just talking about being busy, I remembered something a friend once said, that busy means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Under &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Satan's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yoke&lt;/span&gt;... It struck me and you know what it's true! Most of the time we are so busy with outside things, work, church, families, activities, going out blah blah blah that we tend to forget to spend time alone in meditation, with God. We forget to give him thanks for His blessings, we forget why we are living here altogether! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now during a brakeup with a loved one, havn't you ever heard your mom or friend say: "oh just keep yourself busy and you'll forget about him/her." Well, coincidence? Nah... I don't believe in coincidences. I believe in the power of God, and I believe that we cannot permit ourselves to keep busy too much and forget about him because we won't be able to attain that wonderful power!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well just a thought. Enjoy the posts-to-come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God bless you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-2868705308355927856?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/2868705308355927856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=2868705308355927856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/2868705308355927856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/2868705308355927856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-back-busy-me.html' title='I am back - BUSY me'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-115221034943814682</id><published>2006-07-06T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:27:03.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where’s YOUR balloon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s always nice to see a child holding tight to their birthday balloon… until there attention is shifted to the other toys around or their focus is momentarily changed and… oops… there goes the balloon, straying way up in the air, very far off from the child’s arm… It only takes a split second of inattention to lose sight of God’s promises…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why it is so crucial that we always stay grounded… We cannot become like the helium balloon of a careless child that floats into the sky and get tossed around by the wind to be cast far far away… Our balloon needs to stay attached to the arm of God. It must rise up and never float away. It needs to always be there, close to the spirit of the Lord, to be filled again by His mighty power and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 139:9-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 4:14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of men in their deceitful scheming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;See also: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2091&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;Psalm91&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-115221034943814682?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/115221034943814682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=115221034943814682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/115221034943814682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/115221034943814682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2006/07/wheres-your-balloon.html' title='Where’s YOUR balloon?'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-114770852701336849</id><published>2006-05-15T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T08:55:31.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;I knelt to pray but not for long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;I had too much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;I had to hurry and get to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;For bills would soon be due.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;And jumped up off my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;My Christian duty was now done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;My soul could rest at ease...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;All day long I had no time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;To spread a word of cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;No time to speak of Christ to friends,&lt;br /&gt;They'd laugh at me I'd fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;No time, no time, too much to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;That was my constant cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;No time to give to souls in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;But at last the time, the time to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;I went before the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;I came, I stood with downcast eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;For in his hands God! held a book;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;It was the book of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;God looked into his book and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;"Your name I cannot find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;I once was going to write it down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But never found the time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-114770852701336849?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/114770852701336849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=114770852701336849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/114770852701336849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/114770852701336849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-time.html' title='No Time'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-114770027328360716</id><published>2006-05-15T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T06:40:46.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SFJTD Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the devil happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, DO NOT attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFJTD (something for Jesus to do) box. It will be addressed in My time, not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the matter is placed into the box, DO NOT hold onto it or attempt &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5085/575/1600/Jesus%20is%20everything%20I%20need.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5085/575/320/Jesus%20is%20everything%20I%20need.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to remove it. Holding on or removal will delay the resolution of your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is a situation that you think you are capable of handling please consult me in prayer to be sure that it is there proper resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I do not sleep nor do I slumber, there is no need for you to lose any sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest my child. If you need to contact me, I am only a prayer away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-114770027328360716?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/114770027328360716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=114770027328360716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/114770027328360716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/114770027328360716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2006/05/sfjtd-box.html' title='SFJTD Box'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-113986953495821050</id><published>2006-02-13T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T06:28:01.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Tool Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Well a little before Christmas time (after the exam session) I decided to go to IKEA and buy some new furniture for my room. This resulted in the most fun bonding experience with my dad, full of renovation, furniture moving, but especially... Lots of assembling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;As we opened box after box, I accumulated a bunch of screws and 'tools' so I began to start my own little toolbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;This weekend, I received the greatest gift of all... My own REAL toolbox! YYEYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;My dad bought me a hammer, three screwdrivers, some kind of pliers (not sure of the English name) and a little screw box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Thanks Daddy now I can't wait to start fixin' &amp;amp; buildin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-113986953495821050?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/113986953495821050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=113986953495821050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/113986953495821050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/113986953495821050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-first-tool-box.html' title='My First Tool Box'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-113520033000792620</id><published>2005-12-21T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T06:30:21.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wow I can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;The year has gone by&lt;br /&gt;like a twinkle of the eye...&lt;br /&gt;Vite vite vite!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I feel like I just started my 3rd year in University, and it's already gone! If it weren't for the abundant snow, the Christmas decorations and the overly-stressed population, I wouldn't have a clue as to what is going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well even though I am not really in a ''Christmas mood'', I still appreciate and try to ultimately remember the exact 'reason for the season'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's been a year since my baptism,&lt;br /&gt;and the trials just keep coming!&lt;br /&gt;But it's all good because I have Him in me!&lt;br /&gt;Even though the enemy pushes hard, I know I've got the victory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well anyways let's stop the rhyming and get back to business...&lt;br /&gt;I decided to write this not only to wish everyone a Merry Merry Christmas, but also to let everyone remember the reason for our CHRISTmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's sad to me that these holliday seasons have become so ''commercialized''. With Easter, these two remarkable events have gone to such an extreme that people all over the world start to actually think nothing else than Christmas=gifts/Easter=chocolate eggs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well maybe some day we will all see the truth accordingly...&lt;br /&gt;As much as I am sad,&lt;br /&gt;I rejoice and I am glad!&lt;br /&gt;Even though we are blinded by the enemy's snares,&lt;br /&gt;(because ''the spirirt says that in later time some will abandon the faith and follow deceiving spirits and things taught by demons''&lt;br /&gt;(1 Timothy 4:1) --- Jesus takes care of you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And that is why we should not only offer gifts to our loved and not-so-loved ones, but also offer gifts to God daily - Jesus said that ''if anyone should come after (me), he must deny himself and take up his cross DAILY and follow (me).'' (Luke 9:23)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So in this season let us not forget that it is truly because of Jesus that we receive all these ''gifts'' - the symbole of Jesus' birth is one of the most powerful, since it leads us to the time ahead: what He did for us on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let us always remember that ''all this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet: 'The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel' - which means, 'God (is) with us'.'' (Matthew 1:22,23)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merry &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;mas everyone and have a wonderful new year, hoping that you choose to live it lovingly and wisely, always keeping your eyes on the prize: the kingdom of heaven is at hand, ''repent and believe in the good news!'' (Mark 1:15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-113520033000792620?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/113520033000792620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=113520033000792620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/113520033000792620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/113520033000792620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas???'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-113086249168067956</id><published>2005-11-01T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:43:09.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter From JESUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;How are you? I just had to send a note to tell you how much I care about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I saw you yesterday as you were talking with your friends. I waited all day, hoping you would want to talk with me too. I gave you a sunset to chase your day and a cool breeze to rest you - and I waited. You never came. It hurt me - but I still love you because I am your friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I saw you sleeping last night and longed to touch your brow so I spilled moonlight upon your face. Again, I waited, wanting to rush down so we could talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have so many gifts for you! I try to tell you in the blue skies and in the quiet green grass. I whisper it in leaves on the trees and breathe it in the colors of flowers. I shout it to you in mountain streams and I give the birds love songs to sing. I clothe you with warm sunshine and perfume the air with nature sounds. My love for you is deeper than the ocean and bigger than the biggest need in your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ask me! Talk with me! Please, don't forget me. I have so much to share with you! I have choosen you and I will wait for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Your bestest friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't know about you, but I do hear Jesus telling me these things. When the day is packed with other thoughts, we tend to forget about the most important things, and the most important person, our creator God. Thank God we have Jesus to remind us of what He daily does for us, because we sure forget fast when the TV goes on and homeworks take all the time of day... then for sure we need the rest of our busy life to sleep... and again procrastinate to pray.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eventually Jesus is just the name of the guy in the movie 'He Got Game'... just name, just name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will never forget what He's done for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;His blessings overwhelm my life daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh I wish everyone could find, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this amazing peace of mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That only Jesus brings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;until He comes back and rings-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On our door- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Will you be ready? Ready to say Jesus, it's only YOU I adore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will never forget His blessings, His mercy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;His love and the hope He gives me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Because when everything in this world disappears, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;all that will be left is God almighty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-113086249168067956?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/113086249168067956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=113086249168067956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/113086249168067956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/113086249168067956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2005/11/letter-from-jesus.html' title='Letter From JESUS'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-113080250374071965</id><published>2005-10-31T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:02:24.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ray of Hope &amp; Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here are some inspirational quotes found in this little book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Silver Linings, A Ray of Hope &amp;amp; Promise, by Sara M. Hupp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;'Whatever comes, let's be content withall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Among God's blessings there is no one small.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Robert Herrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;'When things get rough, remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's the rubbing that brings out the shine.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- E. C. McKenzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;'Weeping may endure for a night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but joy cometh in the morning.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Psalm 30:5 (KJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;'Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Harriet Beecher Stower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;'In a thousand trials, it is not just five hundred of them that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;work ''for the good'' of the believer,&lt;br /&gt;but nine hundred and ninety-nine, plus one.'&lt;br /&gt;- George Mueller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-113080250374071965?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/113080250374071965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=113080250374071965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/113080250374071965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/113080250374071965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2005/10/ray-of-hope-promise.html' title='A Ray of Hope &amp; Promise'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-113080208902430256</id><published>2005-10-31T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:41:43.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine if a man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Imagine if a man you loved just whispered in your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'My beautiful, my pretty one, you're so sweet my dear'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;If he would talk to you in the Ancient Latin tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;To show you you're the one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Oculi tui sunt pulchriores sideribus caeli, mea puella;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;es gracilis et bella, ac oscula sunt dulciora vino:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;semper amemus sub luce lunae!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Your eyes are more beautiful than the stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;in the sky, my girl;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you are slender and charming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and also your kisses are sweeter than wine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;let us love forever under the light of the moon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah, I wish I could say this happenned to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But even so, I do believe that day dreams can become real... Only time will tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-113080208902430256?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/113080208902430256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=113080208902430256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/113080208902430256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/113080208902430256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2005/10/imagine-if-man.html' title='Imagine if a man...'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-112724125453508908</id><published>2005-09-20T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:34:14.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God IS In Control!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Happy moments, Praise God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Difficult moments, Seek God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quiet moments, Worship God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Painful moments, Trust God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Every moment, Thank God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Author unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;May God bless you all as you focus on these thoughts and never forget that God IS In Control!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-112724125453508908?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/112724125453508908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=112724125453508908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112724125453508908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112724125453508908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2005/09/god-is-in-control.html' title='God IS In Control!!'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-112724058522351109</id><published>2005-09-20T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:32:08.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Chose the Nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyone of you know the author Max Lucado?&lt;br /&gt;This inspirational writer has written books such as Next Door Savior, He Still Moves Stones, A Love Worth Giving, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now you're invited to a powerful, inspirational, presentation from Max Lucado. It's a vivid, emotional reminder of Christ's work for us on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;Just visit:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hechosethenails.net"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;http://www.hechosethenails.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and click on ''view the presentation''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Be sure to turn the volume up a bit and be quick to read! Read all of it until the end because it is definitely worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-112724058522351109?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/112724058522351109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=112724058522351109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112724058522351109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112724058522351109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2005/09/he-chose-nails_112724058522351109.html' title='He Chose the Nails'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-112723896434777629</id><published>2005-09-20T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:31:35.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD GIVES YOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you ever wonder if what God gives you is enough to go through each day, read this and you will see for yourself that God sends prosperity in many ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;GOD GIVES YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Enough Happiness&lt;br /&gt;to keep you sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Trials&lt;br /&gt;to keep you strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Sorrows&lt;br /&gt;to keep you human...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Hope&lt;br /&gt;to keep you happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Failure&lt;br /&gt;to keep you humble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Success&lt;br /&gt;to keep you eager...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Friends&lt;br /&gt;to give you comfort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Wealth&lt;br /&gt;to meet your needs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;to look forward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough Faith&lt;br /&gt;to banish depression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Enough Determination&lt;br /&gt;to make each day a better day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Author Unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-112723896434777629?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/112723896434777629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=112723896434777629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112723896434777629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112723896434777629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2005/09/god-gives-you.html' title='GOD GIVES YOU...'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-112689519267485341</id><published>2005-09-16T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T19:46:55.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Wonders of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My dad's friend found this somewhere on the internet. Very thought-provoking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present "Seven Wonders of the World." Though there were some disagreements, the following received the most votes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. Egypt's Great Pyramids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. Taj Mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. Grand Canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. Panama Canal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. Empire State Building &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. St. Peter's Basilica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;7. China's Great Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student had not finished her paper yet. So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied, "Yes, a little. I couldn't quite make up my mind because there were so many."The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help."The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the 'Seven Wonders of the World' are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. To See&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. To Hear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. To Touch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. To Taste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. To Feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. To Laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. And to Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and that we take for granted are truly wondrous! A gentle reminder -- that the most precious things in life cannot be built by hand or bought by man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-112689519267485341?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112689519267485341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112689519267485341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2005/09/seven-wonders-of-world.html' title='Seven Wonders of the World'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-112689489903578209</id><published>2005-09-16T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:30:37.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work VS Prison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(This is too funny to let it pass by unread!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;IN PRISON... you spend the majority of your time in an 8X10 cell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;AT WORK... you spend the majority of your time in a 6X8 desk cubicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;IN PRISON...you get three meals a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;AT WORK...you only get a break for one meal and you pay for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;IN PRISON...you get time off for good behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;AT WORK...you get more work for good behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;IN PRISON...the guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;AT WORK...you must carry around a security card and open all the doors for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;IN PRISON...you can watch TV and play games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;AT WORK...you get fired for watching TV and playing games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;IN PRISON...you get your own toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;AT WORK...you have to share with some idiot who pees on the seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;IN PRISON...they allow your family and friends to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;AT WORK...you can't even speak to your family on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;IN PRISON...the taxpayers pay all expenses with no work required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;AT WORK...you get to pay all the expenses to go to work and then they deducttaxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;IN PRISON...you must deal with sadistic wardens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;AT WORK...they are called managers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Have a Great Day at WORK - I'm going to PRISON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15716115-112689489903578209?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/112689489903578209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=112689489903578209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112689489903578209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112689489903578209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2005/09/work-vs-prison.html' title='Work VS Prison'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-112542135615759144</id><published>2005-08-30T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:30:21.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I say... ''I am a Christian'' - Maya Angelou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm not shouting "I'm clean living."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm whispering "I was lost,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now I'm found and forgiven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When I say..."I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and need CHRIST to be my guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and need HIS strength to carry on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm not bragging of success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm admitting I have failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and need God to clean my mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My flaws are far too visible but, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;God believes I am worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I still feel the sting of pain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have my share of heartaches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So I call upon His name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm not holier than thou, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was just a simple sinner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Who received God's good grace, somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Author- Maya Angelou&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/15716115-112542135615759144?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/112542135615759144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=112542135615759144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112542135615759144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112542135615759144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-i-say-i-am-christian-maya-angelou.html' title='When I say... &apos;&apos;I am a Christian&apos;&apos; - Maya Angelou'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-112506191710866069</id><published>2005-08-26T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:30:05.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The importance to verify your orthograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is why it is very very very important to always verify your orthograph... unless you can waste your time writing like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The importance to verify your orthograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt. »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Olny a siputd prseon wluod tkae the tmei to go troughh taht erexsice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOOOOOOOOL this is too funny and really cool!&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/15716115-112506191710866069?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/112506191710866069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=112506191710866069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112506191710866069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112506191710866069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2005/08/importance-to-verify-your-orthograph.html' title='The importance to verify your orthograph'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-112489586290411751</id><published>2005-08-24T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:29:27.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing With God - Guidance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A little while ago, my brother and his girlfriend saw this in someone else's blog. They thought I might find it interesting and thought-provoking. I did!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(THANKS GUYS! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I thought you might also find it interesting and thought-provoking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It can also be found at the address of the original blog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kcjlane.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;http://kcjlane.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt; - a blog worth visiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dancing With God - Guidance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I meditated on the word Guidance, I kept seeing "dance" at the end of the word. I remember reading that doing God's will is a lot like dancing. When two people try to lead, nothing feels right. The movement doesn't flow with the music, and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky. When one person realizes that, and lets the other lead,both bodies begin to flow with the music. One gives gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the backor by pressing lightly in one direction or another. It's as if two become one body, moving beautifully.The dance takes surrender, willingness, and attentiveness from one person and gentle guidance and skill from the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My eyes drew back to the word Guidance. When I saw "G: I thought of God, followed by "u" and "i"."God, "u" and "i" "dance."God, you, and I dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust that I would get guidance about my life. Once again, I became willing to let God lead. My prayer for you today is that God's blessings and mercies be upon you on this day and everyday. May you abide in God as God abides in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dance together with God, trusting God to lead and to guide you through each season of your life. Prayer is one of the best gifts we can receive. There is no cost but a lots of rewards; so let's continue to pray for one another. I hope you dance...and let Him lead!&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/15716115-112489586290411751?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/112489586290411751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=112489586290411751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112489586290411751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112489586290411751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2005/08/dancing-with-god-guidance.html' title='Dancing With God - Guidance'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716115.post-112482160523493739</id><published>2005-08-23T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:28:28.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbershop Philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For this first blog, I though I might retell a story I once read, about God and a barberhop philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A man went to a barber shop to have his hair and his beard cut as always. He started to have a good conversation with the barber who attended him. They talked about so many things and various subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, they touched the subject of God. The barber said:&lt;br /&gt;"Look man, I don't believe that God exists as you say."&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" -- asked the client.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's easy, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God does not exist. Tell me, if God existed, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be no suffering nor pain. I can't think of a God who permits all of thesethings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The client stopped for a moment to think but he didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the client went out of the shop. Just after he left the barber shop he saw aman in the street with long hair and a beard (it appeared that it had been a long time since this man had his hair cut and he looked so untidy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the client again entered the barber shop and he said to the barber:&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Barbers do NOT exist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How come they don't exist?"-asked the barber.&lt;br /&gt;"I am here and I am a barber."&lt;br /&gt;"No!" - the client exclaimed. "They don't exist because if they did there would be no people with long hair and beards like that man who walks in the street."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, barbers do exist, what happens is that people do not come to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly!"- affirmed the client. "That's the point. God DOES exist, what happens is people don't go to Him and do not look for Him that's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world." God does exist&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why people make such a big deal out of God's existence.&lt;br /&gt;When you begin to realize the truth, life becomes simpler. Material things don't matter as much and relationships are kept simple. Simple is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''When you put God at the center, everything comes together.'' Tha is my philosophy. The battle IS the LORD'S... and once you try accepting it, and putting all things before God, life just flows and is better enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about choices. It took me 21 years to learn that. Every action is dependent on YOUR choices. Whether they be good or bad. No one can force you to choose. If there is ONE thing people cannot take away from you, it's your freedom to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I chose to live my life with Jesus by my side. Instead of daily ignoring His calls, I embrace His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God DOES exist. And I am the living proof!&lt;br /&gt;The Battle IS the Lord's... I let Him fight MY battles... That is why I always win :P&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/15716115-112482160523493739?l=battleisthelords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/feeds/112482160523493739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15716115&amp;postID=112482160523493739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112482160523493739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15716115/posts/default/112482160523493739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battleisthelords.blogspot.com/2005/08/barbershop-philosophy.html' title='Barbershop Philosophy'/><author><name>Stéfany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09229347347798689328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
