<?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-12875636</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:19:07.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The great adventure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12875636.post-112489898359043110</id><published>2005-08-24T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T08:56:23.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is awesome</title><content type='html'>"And the LORD will create upon every dwelling place of mount Zion, and upon her assemblies, a cloud and smoke by day, and the shining of a flaming fire by night; for upon all the glory shall be a defence:" Isaiah 4:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine living under the cloud and the fire....symbols of God's presence.....in the Kingdom of Christ to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Let me live in His presence today as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12875636-112489898359043110?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/112489898359043110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=112489898359043110' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/112489898359043110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/112489898359043110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-awesome.html' title='This is awesome'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12875636.post-112469002408040240</id><published>2005-08-22T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T08:53:17.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is who I am....</title><content type='html'>Here I am, struggling and happy and living the life. Someone once said that God just wants us to live our lives out in obscurity, simply serving Him. Perhaps this is true. I have so many goals, so many things to accomplish, that it's overwhelming at times. The prominent truth that keeps pounding in my head is that "it not about me, it's about Him." Everything I say or do, must be about Christ. Otherwise it is worthless.&lt;br /&gt;I got three rejections in the mail last week. Why do I pay people to send back my stories with a little note that says, "We're sorry but...." (Sigh) At least, they're not rejecting me, just my laborious efforts in storymaking.&lt;br /&gt;So this week lies before me. I'm helping with Bible School at our church. Yes, even in Germany, we still have Bible School. Three nights of labor and fun and hopefully children accepting Christ. I did when I was little....maybe they will too. Also have piano lessons this week probably....and another babysitting job. That doesn't thrill me, but it makes me a little money.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a Bible course all lined up to take and maybe teaching English as a foreign language. English is the only language I most likely will ever master. I mean, I know German, and a smattering of Spanish, but English is a piece of pie with ice cream compared to those languages.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I sold some stuff at a yard sale on Saturday with two other ladies from the church. Whew! Reminder to self: never again rise at 5:45 to go and have your stuff picked over and people trying to rob you blind and get something for nothing. I was never so glad to see the end of an affair in my life!&lt;br /&gt;Never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Kath in Germany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12875636-112469002408040240?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/112469002408040240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=112469002408040240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/112469002408040240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/112469002408040240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-who-i-am.html' title='This is who I am....'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-112245524611978192</id><published>2005-07-27T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T02:07:26.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ontrary to some belief, I am not trapped. I am not a slave to other's wishes. I do not do what I do because I am forced. My life is guided by a higher principle than this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am in the will of God. I answer to Him. If He gives me peace in a certain direction, then I go there. If He speaks to my heart, I heed. Obedience leads to greater understanding. If I did not believe I was obeying Him right now, I would flee to my knees and beg forgiveness. Then I would seek until I knew His will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;So what if I did not take the usual road--the road of expectations of other people, the road of the status quo for single women, the road of mediocrity? I have chosen the road less traveled....the road of God's plan for my life. "I know the thoughts I think toward thee, saith the Lord, thought of...peace....to give you an expected end." The expected end means a future and a hope. He is thinking about me; thus He has plans for me. Plans so great, so wonderful, so awesome, that they exceed my wildest imaginations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why shouldn't I trust Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why shouldn't I be here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why shouldn't I write for Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why shouldn't I help in His work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why shouldn't I be in His will instead of following the crowd to college to fufill an MRS degree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I seek the degree, A.U.G., as Jim Elliot did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's far better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;A.U.G.  =  Approved Unto God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;His will, my fulfilment. His Word, my fire. His Work, my passion. This is who I am, nothing else. I will follow the path He has directed with childish faith and trust in the Hand that holds mine.  Believe me, there's no better place on earth. &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/12875636-112245524611978192?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/112245524611978192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=112245524611978192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/112245524611978192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/112245524611978192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-i-am.html' title='Who I am'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-112245638927152766</id><published>2005-07-27T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T02:26:29.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5763/640/Cool%20girl.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5763/320/Cool%20girl.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Aunt K-K, I'm the coolest little girl in town!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12875636-112245638927152766?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/112245638927152766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=112245638927152766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/112245638927152766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/112245638927152766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-aunt-k-k-im-coolest-little-girl-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-112245631220773326</id><published>2005-07-27T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T02:25:12.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5763/640/angelwithglasses.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5763/320/angelwithglasses.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cute, ja? I'm too proud.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12875636-112245631220773326?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/112245631220773326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=112245631220773326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/112245631220773326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/112245631220773326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/07/shes-cute-ja-im-too-proud.html' title=''/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-112133037891618990</id><published>2005-07-14T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T01:39:38.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm published...again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;July 4, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Independence Day....I danced a writer's dance. When the mail came, I receieved an acceptance letter with a paycheck for my writing. Is there any greater thrill for a writer than to know she is being published? Maybe the only other thrill is knowing your writing encouraged or blessed someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"You have to get a million words on paper before you can be a good writer." New York Times Bestseller. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't have a million words yet......so let me get back to work, and start writing more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12875636-112133037891618990?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/112133037891618990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=112133037891618990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/112133037891618990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/112133037891618990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-publishedagain.html' title='I&apos;m published...again'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-112023024708828009</id><published>2005-07-01T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T08:05:18.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin' much</title><content type='html'>I'm just chillin' out after a busy day of doctor's appointments and work at church. Mom and I set up for a 4th of July breakfast on Sunday. We used patriotic hats to put flowers in and stuck flags in raffia to spice up the tables. It looks fabulous. I also was treated to a cup of chai tea at Starbuck's and we explored downtown Wiesbaden. It's a beautiful city with little nooks and crannies everywhere. Tiny side streets hold shops and things, just waiting to be discovered. I like the German toy shop with their wooden toys. I love wooden toys so much better than plastic. Dad took his ladies to lunch at a new Italian restaurant. We sat outside, covered by a grape vine roof. I ordered salmon penne pasta....it was absolutley incredibly delicious. I finished every bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a digital camera a few days ago....so expect to see more pictures on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about a few of my favorite websites.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.family.org&lt;br /&gt;www.thetwosisters.com (good recipes. I have the book too, and love the recipes in it.)&lt;br /&gt;www.amazon.com (yeah...books)&lt;br /&gt;www.briomag.com (okay, a little junvenile, but I want to write for this prestigious magazine)&lt;br /&gt;Please check them out and then tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers...I sent out manuscripts this week! I hope editors want my stuff. I already received an e-mail rejection a few days ago. Sometimes I wonder why I do it. Then I remind myself of the passion within me to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is most gratifying to see your words printed on the page......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out your Family Christian Stores this month! Look for Pray magazine. In the PrayKids! insert, you will find a story about Joshua and the Gibeonites. Glance at the byline and you might recognize the name of yours truly. Praise our God Who reigns above! It's me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12875636-112023024708828009?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/112023024708828009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=112023024708828009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/112023024708828009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/112023024708828009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/07/nothin-much.html' title='Nothin&apos; much'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-111834286996433330</id><published>2005-06-09T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:47:49.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christian and the Sabbath</title><content type='html'>Know what you believe and why you believe it. It is so important, so we are not as children tossed to and fro by every wind of doctrine and sleight of men and cunning craftiness. Here's something to chew on about the Sabbath day.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;Scripture is the best weapon against Satan and false teachings. First, it  must be understood that the Bible is the inspired word of God. Nothing in it was  written by man or is man's opinion. It is not a collection of man's ideas.  It  is all God-breathed and came from God. See 2 Peter 1: 20-21.  The  Bible is also a whole book, and cannot be read in sections, or interpreted in  only parts. It is also necessary to note that some things in the Bible are  written  specifically to the Jewish people and not to Christians. The Bible is  made up of two parts: the Old Testament and the New Testament. The Old Testament  deals a lot with Israel and God's special covenant with them. The New Testament  is for Christians today and Jesus is the mediator of it. See Heb. 12:24.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;    The law to keep the Sabbath day holy is  found in Exodus 20:8-11. It is repeated again in Deuteronomy when Moses gives  the entire law. This law, containing actually over 700 different commandments,  was given &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;specifically&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the Jewish people. Exodus  31:13; 31:16-17 to notice references to the children of Israel. They were not  only to keep the Sabbath day, but also various other feasts, such as Passover  and the feast of Firstfruits. All of which you will find detailed in the book of  Leviticus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;    In Matthew 12:1-8, Jesus makes it clear  that He is the Lord of the Sabbath day. In other words, He is Lord over it,  meaning the ritual is not so much of importance, as worshipping Him with all our  hearts. The Pharisees prided themselves for their observance of the Sabbath as  well as all Mosaic commands. The Sabbath was merely a sign for Israel to  distinguish them as God's peculiar people. The Law of Moses is full of signs and  symbols and shadows of what was to come. It was also given to show men their  need of a Saviour because no one could ever keep the whole law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;    Go to the Book of Romans. Look at  chapter 3:20-24. Christ came to free us from the law of God. No one could ever  keep all those commandments. Even if they tried, and failed in one small point,  God would hold them guilty for having trespassed the whole law. See James 2:10  The point is Christ came to fulfill the law and do away with the rituals and  holydays. He is the completion of God's law. We are no longer under it because  of His redemptive work. To go back under the Mosaic law is not only to embrace  the religion of Judaism, but also to spit in the face of the Redeemer of all  mankind from the law. Look at Romans 7:5-6. We are to serve in the newness of  spirit, not in the oldness of the letter. You should read the entire book of  Romans. The Holy Sprit's words on the definition of law and grace are powerful  and will help you in your study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;    Now go to the book of Galatians. This  book was written in response to believers in Galatia who were saying that  salvation not only depended on belief in the Lord Jesus Christ, but also on  abiding by Jewish Law. Plus they believed that living a separate Christian life  required the keeping of the Law as well as Jewish rituals and the help of the  Holy Spirit. This is a false mixture of law and grace. See chapter 3:1-3. They  were being foolish to start out in the Spirit and try to continue in the flesh.  Look at chapter 2:16. Jesus Christ justifies, not the works of the law. The  conclusion is summed up in chapter 3:10-13. The law was a curse to those who  could not keep it perfectly (no one could) and Jesus died to take away the curse  of the law from our lives. Read this entire book of Galatians. See in chapter  five, verse one, we have been made free in Christ and are not subject to the  law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;    Flip over to Colossians 2:13-17: And  you, being dead in your sins and the uncircumcision of your flesh, hath he  quickened together with him, having forgiven you all trespasses;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blotting out the handwriting of ordinances&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that was  against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to  his cross;&lt;br /&gt; And having spoiled principalities and powers, he made a shew of  them openly, triumphing over them in it. Let no man therefore judge you in meat,  or in drink, or in respect of an holyday, or of the new moon, or&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; of  the sabbath days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Which are a&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; shadow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of  things to come; but the body is of Christ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;Christ is our peace. He is the perfect fulfillment of  the perfect law of God. He repeated some moral laws in Matthew 5-7; but the  ritual laws and ceremonial laws were abolished by Him. Look at Ephesians 2:15,  "Having &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;abolished in his flesh the enmity, even the law of  commandments, contained in ordinances&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; for to make in himself of  twain one new man, so making peace." Those rituals and holydays were just a  shadow, a picture of what we were to receive through Christ Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;    Read the book of Hebrews, starting with  chapter 7, and verse 22, and continue through chapter 10. You will see the  rituals of sacrifices and feast days fulfilled in Jesus Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;Just as we, as born again believers, do not observe the  Passover or sacrifice a lamb, so we do not hold the Sabbath day. In the Ten  Commandments, the Sabbath command summed up the ceremonial laws. It is not a  moral law, was never commanded to Gentile Christians. It was never commanded in  the New Testament. So the Sabbath was not changed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sabbath is  still Saturday, but it is for Jews, not Christians&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It is a  ceremonial law, not a moral law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;Again, I say the Bible is the Authority on  all things. To say that human men of God changed the day of worship at their own  will in the days of the early church after Christ's Ascension is to attack the  word of God. "All Scripture is given by inspiration of God...:" 2 Timothy  3:16-17   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="359382608-09062005"&gt;We meet on the first day of the  week, Sunday, for a reason. On Saturday, Jesus, our Risen Lord in Whom we put  our trust, was still in the grave. He arose on the first day of the week. See  Matt. 28:1 and see 1 Cor. 16:2 and see Acts 20:7. It is not a mere tradition of  believers to meet on Sunday at church, but a privilege we enjoy as those whom  Christ has called to liberty. See Galatians 5:13. Christ died for the church.  See Ephesians 5:25-27. It was important enough to Him that He gave His life to  establish the church. He also commands us not to forsake the assembling of  ourselves together. Hebrews 10:25. On the first day of the week, Sunday,  Christians are privileged to gather for worship of the Risen Lord and Savior and  to hear the preaching of God's world. It is Christ and Christ alone. Not Him,  plus keeping certain days or commandments. Romans 6:14: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For ye are  not under the law, but under grace." Grace came by Jesus  Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Amen, and amen, and amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/12875636-111834286996433330?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/111834286996433330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=111834286996433330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111834286996433330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111834286996433330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/06/christian-and-sabbath.html' title='The Christian and the Sabbath'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-111834304676999807</id><published>2005-06-09T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:50:46.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change slow...</title><content type='html'>I'm a nice and slow changer......not all at once....so give me time here, people, to change my diet, my exercise, and my life. By the grace of God, I am what I am....give me time to see the changes in my heart, attitude, habits, and life for His glory. Let the Holy Spirit nurture me along. &lt;br /&gt;Patience, patience, patience......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12875636-111834304676999807?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/111834304676999807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=111834304676999807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111834304676999807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111834304676999807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/06/change-slow.html' title='Change slow...'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-111747767870810319</id><published>2005-05-30T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:27:58.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rodelbahn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;    It was the Saturday of the singles retreat. I had already bypassed the indoor wall climbing on Friday night. I knew that the Rodelbahn was a must in order to hold my head up in front of my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;    The Rodelbahn. Florine noticed the lift going up the mountain as we approached. It looked steep and I began to have second thoughts. Dave kept calling it a “suicidal run down a mountain.” We all paid and then got in line. I took a deep breath and got in the contraption, kind of like a sled, and headed up the mountain straight into the blazing sun. I could feel the burn on my arms and knew I was in for some major sunburn. The ride up lasted about 5 minutes. Then I jumped out to the right, circled a building, and stood in another line to fly down the mountain. Let me say, the view was gorgeous of the valley village and the landscape. An ice cream stand, a small restaurant, and Biertische were situated under some lovely shade trees. It was very "gemutlich", or cozy for conversation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I took a deep breath and climbed in my sled. I figured out that I was in control of the speed and the brakes. The route went winding down the mountain for a kilometer and a half. Pushing forward on the controls let me go faster. I hollered like Tarzan…or maybe Jane. It wasn’t scary. It was just fun like the thrill of speeding down a hill on your bike with the wind in your face and a crazy feeling bubbling up inside you. I screamed again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Chisel Thin&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;                Michelle and Carla zoomed in behind me. We all were laughing and whooping and saying, “Let’s go again!” So we got in line once more. I ended up doing it four times. Each time, the zing and the zang of careening down the slide while being perfectly in control caused an addiction.  I was addicted to this crazy thing.&lt;br /&gt;    The only part missing from the sled was a bug screen....I almost swallowed a fly or two. Keep your mouth closed, please. The two and a half hours passed too quickly....I honestly could've stayed longer, but a meal was waiting and the preacher had another sermon to preach. I guess one can have to much of a good thing. So, everything in moderation and in balence. A little fun...a little preaching...it combined into a great weekend. &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/12875636-111747767870810319?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/111747767870810319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=111747767870810319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111747767870810319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111747767870810319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/05/rodelbahn.html' title='The Rodelbahn'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-111747850275449267</id><published>2005-05-30T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:41:42.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5763/640/P1000799.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5763/320/P1000799.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening with open hearts...as sisters in the Lord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12875636-111747850275449267?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/111747850275449267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=111747850275449267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111747850275449267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111747850275449267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/05/listening-with-open-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-111747820332005568</id><published>2005-05-30T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:36:43.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5763/640/P1010009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5763/320/P1010009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speeding down the rodelbahn..no this is not me...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12875636-111747820332005568?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/111747820332005568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=111747820332005568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111747820332005568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111747820332005568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/05/speeding-down-rodelbahn.html' title=''/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-111634517150937627</id><published>2005-05-17T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T08:52:51.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me well, will know I love quotes!!! Here's a few from one of my heroes....Jim Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, I pray Thee, light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn for Thee. Consume my life, my God, for it is Thine. I seek not a long life, but a full one, like You, Lord Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew..this one hurts. I pray this often....I want so much for God to light me that I might burn for Him and light this world with the flames of His truth.&lt;br /&gt;---Kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12875636-111634517150937627?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/111634517150937627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=111634517150937627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111634517150937627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111634517150937627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/05/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-111634444715963284</id><published>2005-05-17T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T02:18:03.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health and Stuff</title><content type='html'>I didn't know this until recently. I'm kind of a health nut. I love reading about the human body, what makes it tick, and what makes it not tick so well. I've been reading in the book Nutritional Healing and looking up websites for nutrition. You won't believe want I've discovered! The old saying, 'You are what you eat', is very, very true. If you eat pork, you just may look like a pig. If you eat beef, you just may look like a cow. (okay, stop laughing now)  Granted, you would have to eat TONS of the stuff to gain that kind of weight, but it's very easy to go overboard.&lt;br /&gt; I'm starting to realize the connection between the Bible and our health. If I won't smoke or drink or do drugs because it displeases God and will harm my body which is His temple, then why do I eat things that have an adverse affect on my body? We are called to be temperate in all things in 1 Cor. 9.&lt;br /&gt;Thus I am putting into practice a lot of the principles I'm learning. However, it's like anything else, I stumble and fall. Then I dust myself off and begin again. 'Tis the only way you'll learn anythin', darlin'. Let me say, just because I'm doing it, does not mean I will force that on anyone else. To each his own. Each one will reap the harvest of what he has sown in his body. So because I'm not doing that, don't look down your royal noses at me and call me "weird". I happen to strongly desire to serve my Lord and I want to do it in the best, possible health. Stuffing myself with sugar, refined snack foods, caffeine, and other foods, makes me sluggish, unable to think straight, and unable to function at top quality. Does that please God? hummm....let me think....uh....NO!&lt;br /&gt;So, check it out for yourself....do some reading...join my in my search and study for good health....after all, in 3 John, John's desire was for Gaius, to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"prosper and be in health." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.hps-online.com/immunity-building&lt;br /&gt;www.harces.com&lt;br /&gt;www.members.tripod.com/~josquin/milk (interesting article on milk)&lt;br /&gt;www.nomilk.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12875636-111634444715963284?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/111634444715963284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=111634444715963284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111634444715963284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111634444715963284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/05/health-and-stuff.html' title='Health and Stuff'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-111634359136740460</id><published>2005-05-17T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T08:26:31.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;am in love. In love with the written word.  I fill journal after journal, and notebook after notebook of poetry and scribblings. Some of those scribblings have made their way to publication. PrayKids! magazine published one story last July/August. The editor of that same mag contacted me earlier this year and asked for another story.....she didn't have to ask twice! The next story is coming out sometime soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;A small, largely unknown mag published a short article of mine last October. I'm glad for the credit it gets me. My Rejection Letter file grows by the week, letter by letter of 'we're sorry, but...'. Somehow this makes me more dauntless, more resolved to do more writing. Every word that is typed or scribbled has been prayed over. I beg the Lord for creativity for my pen. If my writing does not please my Saviour, then it is not worth reading or working on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;The novel grows....word by word. The research is killing me. I think I have enough done and then wam! I add another angle that needs research just so I know I'm writing the truth. Haahaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12875636-111634359136740460?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/111634359136740460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=111634359136740460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111634359136740460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111634359136740460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-writing.html' title='My Writing'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-111607291277502982</id><published>2005-05-14T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T05:15:12.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; hate it that I hate him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;but love to love him too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm hating him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm loving him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm split betwixt the two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Hating him is hurting bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;like fire burns and brands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Hating him means staying behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Looking at my heart in a bind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Loving him hurts like crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;but it's covered with a blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Great, warm, and fuzzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Like when you're sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;and in bed and eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;soup with noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I hate him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;yet love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Who is he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;that stirs my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;and arouses passions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;He is no one but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this when we first moved to Germany. Suffering from homesickness and missing family, I picked up my pen. This poem came out. It's not the greatest ever written, but it comes from the heart. The only missing element that wasn't written is the fact of God taking 'change' and making it the greatest thing to ever happen in your life. God is the Author of our lives and if He changes our lives, then it can ONLY be for the better. This is a lesson that I'm still learning every day...and I'm slow to change. Only because I'm stubborn and want my way, instead of His way. Okay, i'm quitting now. It's raining. Rainy days make me reflective, especially when I can hear the rain pattering on my roof. It falls in rythym with the keyboard. And my music is just a motivator for more typing....&lt;br /&gt;by the way, thanks, David, for the Kid's Choir CD....I like "I can Only Imagine", "God of Wonders" and "Who am I?"  If Nina was here, she could help Aunt K-K sing and worship...right? I wish I could reach through my computer and hug her right now. I'm glad for the little ones at church. It's not quite the same, but almost like family.&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;kath...in Germany&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/12875636-111607291277502982?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/111607291277502982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=111607291277502982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111607291277502982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111607291277502982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/05/changing-times.html' title='Changing Times'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-111607455947755070</id><published>2005-05-14T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T05:42:39.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5763/640/Girls%26Scales.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/269/5763/320/Girls%26Scales.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love this one!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12875636-111607455947755070?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/111607455947755070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=111607455947755070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111607455947755070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111607455947755070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/05/gotta-love-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-111600964864401658</id><published>2005-05-13T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T07:10:15.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is it. The great adventure. When life slaps me in the face and worry sneaks up behind me, a gentle Voice on the wind reminds me. "This is the great adventure." Is life useless? Am I wandering around for nothing? No...I'm doing the great adventure, for I am God's child and doing His will. Nothing can separate us. Nothing can pull me from His love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sitting at dinner tonight, at our friend's house, I realized again how blessed I am. Lasanga, salad, biscuits, Dr. Pepper---could it get richer than this? Just as I count those wonderful blessings of friendship and food, I think of those who have nothing. Or those who have lost loved ones in this war. In our own church with military families, guys are leaving. Makes me wonder about the great adventure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Since life is a rollar coaster, I'm glad I know Who controls the ride. And I'm glad He knows me.&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/12875636-111600964864401658?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/111600964864401658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=111600964864401658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111600964864401658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111600964864401658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-it.html' title='this is it'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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-12875636.post-111601084488943966</id><published>2005-05-13T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T12:00:44.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“This is a kingdom that can be entered only by one right—the right of sin, affirmed, confessed, and deplored. Blind man, your blindness is your certificate; you have no other. Broken-hearted, wounded man, your contrition is your credentials.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“Do not try to get up your strength. When you lie flat in your weakness, your attitude is most acceptable to heaven. To try to appear with some decorousness in His presence is to enhance your sin. To come panting, heaving, out of breath, gasping, dying—that is a guarantee of good hearing in the presence of God. He resents our fullness, not our poverty: It is when we are great that He has nothing to say to us, not when we are small in our own esteem.” –Joseph Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;thanks, dad, for the great quotes.....they help throughout the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12875636-111601084488943966?l=writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/feeds/111601084488943966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12875636&amp;postID=111601084488943966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111601084488943966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12875636/posts/default/111601084488943966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingadventuresnow.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-good.html' title='this is good...'/><author><name>Inspired to Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03462650677523521114</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>
